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My chariot costume was beyond horrid. I was covered in leaves. And only leaves.

The worst part was my stylist's starstruck face. She looked so amazed that she successfully covered a poor child in leaves, that she doesn't seem to have any realization at all of how terrible I look. I don't even try to cover my disgust. I only have to hide it once I face the tributes.

Desperately trying to cover myself up was difficult. The tributes would laugh. Well, that was pretty much just the careers. The others just looked uncomfortable. But I didn't care. All my efforts to look like I didn't belong are just starting my act. Making me look weak and desperate for protection.

My next move was risky, but I had to do it. When I saw him, I needed to talk to him. He might as well have been wearing gold. He stood out in the crowd with his gleaming hair and charming yet cocky smile. He looked more glamorous than the tributes that he was mentoring.

I walk behind him and tap his shoulder.

He takes one glance at me, not processing much. "Oh, sorry miss, I'm not supposed get involved with any of the tribut-" He abruptly stops talking when his gaze meets mine. "J-Johanna?" He stutters.

I bit my lip. I don't know what I'm shocked more about: the fact that me tapping his shoulder immediately makes him think that I wanted to seduce him, or the fact that he had somehow recognized me when I was covered with leaves. I wasn't even wearing my locket. My stylist made me take it off.

I just nodded. "I didn't know you mentored."

His face flushed. "I didn't know you were selected."

"Didn't you watch the reapings?"

He shakes his head. "Who actually pays attention to those? I like to know as little of the tributes as possible." I nod. He's right.

"It's too bad I'm here." I paused. "I need to ask you something. It's about my strategy."

"What is it?"

I swallowed before answering. Told him my strategy. "Do you think it would work?" I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised. I knew my mentors knew, but Finnick knowing would be even better and safer. Besides, my sister trusted him with her life. So I did too. I trusted him more than my mentors.

He bit his lip. "Ya know, that's really good. I just think that you won't get as many sponsors. But once they realize how good you are, they'll be all over it. I think that would work if you're even half as bad as your sister."

I smirked. "Twice. I'm two times better than her."

He laughed. "We'll see about that." A loud and booming voice penetrated throughout the speakers.

"Tributes, enter you chariots!"
I glanced at Finnick before I turned around to get onto the chariot.

"Johanna?" It was Finnick's voice.

I turned back around. "Yes?"
"I'm gonna get you out of the arena that I couldn't get your sister out of. I owe it to you. To your family."

I smile. "We'll see about that," I say, imitating him. And with that, I raced back to get on the chariot next to Griffin.

"Were you talking to Finnick Odair?" Griffin gaped.

I nod smugly. Then, a familiar anthem blasts throughout the city so loud that I'm pretty sure it could be heard all the way in district seven. The horses lurch forward, and I'm pulled into the world of the people. A new sort of people. Sure, I've seen Capital people, but never this many in the same place at the same time. I had already seen enough of these people at the train station, hadn't I?

The collection of colors worn in the stand consisted more hues mixed together than I had ever seen in my lifetime. Most people in seven owned about two outfits. At least, that's about how much I owned. These people seemed like they wore a different outfit each day for the year, each one probably worth more than more than me.

I tightened my grip on the side of the chariot. I almost cursed myself for appearing weak again, but I remembered the plan. I wanted to look helpless. I couldn't look at the people around me. The Capitol people around her appeared so distorted. Changing something that some of them might have had - a natural beauty. But that's all ruined. The fact that the money made in this country is to make people in the Capitol believe that they're becoming pretty rather than feeding the starving people made me want to hurl. Hurl on this outfit - no, I couldn't even call what I was wearing an outfit. Maybe throwing up on it would make it look better.

The ride was only halfway over. I realized I looked more angry than I did scared. This act would be hard to follow for sure. I had to cover my anger with my fear. How would I be able to do that? How could I have pretended to be scared of this place and their frilly citizens?

Of course, I hadn't thought of a certain one citizen.

My gaze locks on President Snow. His eyes were a black hole. I swore I could smell the strong scent of roses trying so hard to cover up the blood from 100 yards away. The scent of blood could not be covered up. This man probably showered in the blood of dead tributes.

He gave the same speech he gave every year, just with rearranging the words. The Capitol citizens are so dumb, they probably don't even notice.

After the speech, the horses rode into the remake center and I got off the chariot. I zoned out during most of that so I'm not exactly if I looked terrified and uncomfortable or angry. I know I looked angry at President Snow, but the camera must've been on him. Even if the camera was on a tribute, it'd be on the tributes that Capitol people would consider sponsoring. The burly pair from two. Not the wispy children from seven.

I sighed and inspected the other tributes. It looked like I could take out most of them. As for the careers, if I could fight them one by one, I could maybe win. As long as their arrogance gets the better of them, I would always use that to my advantage.

Katri finds Griffin and me and started talking to us about how great our performance was. She lead us up to our floor. I gaped. The velvet couch itself must've cost more than my whole house. Katri showed each of us to our room to wash up.

Great, now I had to get that cursed outfit off.

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