Cammie, now dressed in a long black dress that left only her head and arms exposed, was lead into a corridor where she saw Peeta having a similar headdress and cape fitted as she was. Cinna walked towards Flavia both of them muttering quickly to each other before leading the two tributes down a staircase into what appeared to be a stable.

"It's not real flame, of course" Cinna says as he lead Cammie and Peeta to a carriage at the back of the wooden room. "Just a little synthetic fire Portia and I came up with. You'll be perfectly safe," he says.

But Cammie wasn't convinced. Her trust in Cinna had been dwindling since he first told her of his plans to set her on fire. The cape was okay but the headdress worried her more. The hair it rested on had been brushed out by Cinna before braided back into a similar style as her mother had braided it the previous day. Her face clear of makeup except for definition for the camera's.

"I want the audience to recognize you when you're in the arena," Cinna had announced as he instructed his assistants. "Cammie, the girl on fire." It crossed Cammie's mind that Cinna's calm and normal demeanour masked a complete madman. It was a comfort to Cammie that Peeta was in exactly the same predicament as she was. It was a comfort to Cammie that Peeta was there at all. As Cammie and Peeta were helped into their coal black carriage, Cammie caught sight of Bex walking swiftly towards them, an older man with electric blue hair holding Bex to him with an arm around her waist. Cinna who had also caught sight of the young women approaching them let go of Cammie's hand as she steadied herself on the platform and walked towards Bex.

"Miss Baxter, to what do we owe the pleasure" Cinna said opening his arms to the women, who accepted the hug kissing his cheek.

"Hawk, this is Cinna district twelves new stylist" The two men shook hands.

"Hawk works in programming for the games and couldn't resist the chance to see the tributes before anybody else" Bex laughed, smiling at the man from the capital.

"Yes, it is true, I have seen the parade a million times but I have never seen the background. It is most interesting." Cinna smiled.

"I do agree sir, this is my first year experiencing the splendour that is our tributes as well."

"And you have done an amazing job Cinna" Bex smiled at him as 'Hawk' hummed in agreement, straining his eyes up the stables.

"This is Flavia, she styled Peeta here, I am sure she would be delighted to give you the tour" Cinna waved Flavia over.

"Miss Baxter here..." Hawk started looking longingly at the dangerous girl he had entered with.

"Will be waiting when you return. I'm sure we will be able to find a quiet spot for twenty minutes when you are done"

"Twenty my dear, we will only need five" And with that Hawk took Flavia's arm and began to walk up the stables marvelling at the other tributes.

"He seems nice" Cinna smirked at Bex

"five fucking minutes, is this what the world has seriously come to?"

"Nice choice of words" Bex eyed him reproachfully

"So, black, with a cape. Nice" Bex eyed the two tributes before raising an eyebrow to Cinna

"You wait till it catches fire"

"It what?" Cinna laughed as Bex stared at him shocked.

"What do you think about the fire" Peeta's voice snapped Cammie away from trying to lip read what was happening with the four-people next to them. She was trying to work out who the man was, that Bex had arrived with. A man with such bright hair was clearly from the capital. Cammie tore her eyes away trying to formulate an answer for a question she had only half heard. But Peeta continued before she had a chance to reply.

"You rip my off my cape, I'll rip of yours" He said with clenched teeth.

"Deal, but you're forgetting about the headpieces" Cammie looked at Peeta, who looked as nervous as she felt. "Whatever we promised Haymitch I don't think imminent death counts." She continued

"no that's next week" They both laughed but faded quickly, it felt wrong laughing about something so serious. "Where is Haymitch anyway?" Peeta asked looking over Cammie's shoulder where Cinna and Bex were talking in hushed voices.

"I don't know, but according to his alcohol intake it's probably a good idea he isn't near open flames" The both laughed again

"Yeah, someone should probably tell our other mentor to step back" They carried on laughing until they heard music starting in the distance. Cinna quickly stepped closer to the carriage followed by Bex who sent a glance up the line of coaches before approaching. Cinna watched the first two coaches disappear before he started to light their cloaks and headpieces on fire, Bex who had been giving them brief advice on staying balanced stepped back as Cammie's cloak was engulfed in flames. Cinna laughed at her before grabbing her hand and shoving it into the fire.

"See, perfectly harmless"

Bex snatched her hand back, but shared the relief that Peeta and Cammie were now feeling as they grew to enjoy the slight tickling sensation of the synthetic flames.

"Remember heads high, eyes forward" Cinna called to them, stepping away as the carriage started to follow elevens down the length of the stable. Cammie adjusted her feet slightly to stay balanced as the carriage jolted slightly and turned back to see Bex shouting something at them.

"What did she say" Cammie turned to Peeta.

"I think she said hold hands" Peeta returned holding his hand out to her which she grasped tightly, just in time for them to head out to the city. Peeta beamed as the light hit them, and waved at the large crowds. Cammie watched him for a second, before following his lead turning to the capital people. The world was full of screaming and flowers as they passed throngs of brightly coloured people. Cammie reached out to catch a flower securing a red rose in her palm, before blowing a kiss to the crowd which a hundred-people reached for. Cinna was right, nobody was going to forget the district twelve tributes. Hope filled Cammie as her smile widened. People might want to sponsor them now, some food, maybe even a bow and arrow. Finnick Odair had been gifted a trident in his games, he was district four and in a different league to Cammie because of this. But it was possible. The carriage had stopped at the back of a semi-circle with the other carriages. Under President Snows balcony, where the man was speaking loudly to the crowds. Cammie felt Peeta's hand twitch under hers, and began to release it thinking she must have cut of the circulation. But he held hers back tighter than before.

"No, don't let go of me," he said. The firelight flickering off his blue eyes. "Please. I might fall out of this thing."

"OK," Cammie said gripping his hand back as tightly as before, looking back up to President Snow, wondering why Bex had tied them so closely together, when they were going to enter an arena to kill each other.

Bex hurried around the corner, hoping to catch the others in time, in order to not ride the elevator alone. She had discovered that the other non-capital citizens normally found the elevator exhilarating, personally she thought it was a metal death-trap, and the claustrophobia she had experienced since her own games didn't help. Running down the last stretch to the lift Bex straightened her skirt and forced a smile on her face as she came face to face with her two tributes saying goodbye to their stylists. She faltered slightly as she caught sight of the rose still in Cammie's hand but regained her composure quickly. It was just a flower, it didn't mean anything. She walked calmly towards the others opening her arms to Cinna for the second time that night.

"Amazing job Cinna, the cameras couldn't look away" Cinna took her into his arms

"I'm surprised you had time to notice, Mr five minutes seemed very keen."

"Mr five minutes was more like Mr twenty-five minutes" Bex muttered angrily back to him before pulling away and following Macey, Cammie and Peeta into the lift, leaning against the wall and trying to keep her breathing steady as the doors shut, thanking a god she didn't believe in for Macey's constant talk allowing her to remain silent. Peeta and Cammie were also using Macey's distraction of 'outstanding presentation this year' to have a murmured conversation of their own.

"Thanks for holding on to me out there, I was shaking like a leaf"

"It didn't show"

"They wouldn't have been looking at me Cammie, flames suit you" Cammie turned away from him to hide her slight blush, telling herself again that he was going to try and kill her. He was not likeable, he was deadly. Trying to distract herself Cammie tuned into Macey who was still talking, although nobody in the small glass elevator had been listening.

"You're lucky, I know anybody who's anybody in the capital and I have been talking you up to get you sponsors. I've been mysterious. Well I've had to be as your mentors have refused to tell me anything about their plans for you" She stopped and stared hard at Bex who blatantly ignored her, watching the floors pass them across Peeta's shoulder.

"But I've done my best" Macey continued through gritted teeth. "People have reservations, you coming from twelve and all but I came up with something quite clever. If you put enough pressure on coal it turns to Pearls." Cammie stared at her open mouthed. Pearls didn't come from Coal they were found in shellfish, Macey may have meant diamonds, Cammie had heard that in district one they could turn graphite to diamonds, but they didn't mine for that in twelve. That was mined in thirteen until it's destruction, she didn't know where it came from now. Bex had turned to face the window with her back to the room, her shoulders shaking in silent laughter. Cammie's eyes meant Bex's reflection, struggling to contain her own smile as she caught sight of the tears, Bex's silent laughing had produced.

"Unfortunately, I can't get your sponsors, that's down to Haymitch." Peeta looked quickly to Bex's stilling form.

"Can't you do that as well" Peeta asked her. Bex turned to him, quickly wiping the moisture from her eyes A black line forming on her finger from the eyeliner she was wearing.

"I have my own methods, but mainly it will be Haymitch." Bex replied

"Don't worry I'll hold him at gunpoint if I have to" And with that Macey marched out of the elevator quickly followed by a relived looking Bex, who was marvelling at Macey's determination.

"Hey Bex" Cammie called as Peeta passed her entering the front door of District twelves apartment.

"Yeah?" Bex replied turning back before she entered the room

"Do you really think, then that parade alone will be enough to get a sponsor"

"It'll certainly get the ball rolling. They'll be interested in you now, your training footage, interviews and scores will determine. Along with a certain amount of Baxter charm and Haymitch's odd persuasion skills"

"But twelve never get sponsors, why would we."

"Because you stood out, and you'll be good in training. And me and Cinna will make sure you shine in that interview, and Haymitch will for once talk to sponsors, even if it is with Macey holding him at gunpoint." Cammie smiled at her mentor's belief in her but she was unsure.

"Look Cam, I got sponsors, and that was with a mentor who hardly knew how to get anything to me in the arena."

"What got you sponsors?"

"People thought I was dangerous, which they liked. I killed a lot of people in the bloodbath which got them on board. And people liked my parade outfit, almost as much as yours"

"What was it?" Cammie asked intrigued. But when she heard it. Memory's flooded back and Cammie cringed on Bex's behalf. The two tributes naked and coated in a thin black dust had been Bex and her district partner.

"yeah, remembered for the wrong reasons. Come on, you've got time to rest before Dinner. I'd take it before Macey makes you watch the reply of the parade. You'd think living it would be enough but…" She trailed of as she showed Cammie her room disappearing from the doorway as the door shut between them. Cammie looked around at the room she now stood in. If the train's bedroom had been large, this was in a league of its own. Ignoring the temptation to just lie in the plush bed until dinner, Cammie entered a door to the bathroom, and experienced a shower like she had never experienced before. But she also wasn't entirely sure that she needed to experience it at all. The panel above the shower had over one hundred buttons each producing different temperatures, pressures, potions and lotions. Steeping out of the shower a heater blow dried Cammie's body automatically, whilst touching a box instantly detangled and dried her hair letting the normally limp mousy hair, flow in waves down her shoulders.

Next to explore was the wardrobe, which asked for colour and activity before providing several options of outfits to wear. Selecting a simple flowing cream top and black trousers Cammie wondered back to the bed, sitting on the edge to watch out of the window, which she discovered would zoom in and out on different parts of the city at her command. However, over the top the capital technology seemed to Cammie, the luxury she was given now didn't come close to justifying the Hunger Games, but it was something to see before she died. But she wasn't just going to just die, if she was going down, she was going to fight." And with that thought Cammie laid back on the bed, closing her eyes awaiting her call for dinner.