Kinocycle Corcokk's POV

In the remake center, my prep team do a lot of work so I don't look like scum from District Twelve. I get multiple chemicals baths, multiple body scrubs and a million more multiple procedures. They take forever, and I feel like screaming at them to hurry up. But finally, they give me a gown and nick off.

I look at myself it the mirror. I'm very pretty. I don't know why Ovid has called me an ugly bitch from the moment we stepped on the train. Okay, fine, I am actually quite ugly, but it's no excuse to lower my self-esteem.

My stylist comes in and shields her eyes when she sees me. "Oh goodness, darling!" she cries. "What happened to you?" I shrug and tell her that it's her job to make me pretty. She tells me that the job will be tough, but she can do it.

It begins with the make-up. Layer upon layer upon layer. So much is applied that a skin-like coating forms on my face. When I look, though, my face is actually symmetrical. I clap excitedly. "Now for the clothes," says my stylist, whose name is Dorothina.

I uncomfortably slip on a black latex suit covered in lumps. I think I look like an ugly piece of shit, but Dorothina assures me that I'll be impressed. She presses a button, and somehow, the coal glows back, emitting a shadowy light. It puzzles me. Well, most things puzzle me.

We are finally ready to go. I walk with Dorothina to the hangar, which is just past the remake zone for the Thirteens. I see Ovid and our escort, Chrome, standing by our chariot at the back. I run over there and climb onto the chariot. "How did you make her… less ugly?" Ovid asks quizzically. Dorothina laughs and says something, but I don't hear it.

A short man runs through the hangar, telling us to get the show on the road. Ovid climbs onto the chariot and I hug him excitedly. "Woot woot!" I scream, and dance around on the chariot. "Join me, Ovid!" I say, but he just buries his head in his hands. I stop then, as I think it upsets him.

Suddenly, I hear the clattering of hooves, as the horses begin to move. The Capitol will love us!

Ovid Baxwoll's POV

God, what did I do to get partnered up with such a numbskull? Really, Kinocycle is the stupidest person I have met, and I've met a lot of stupid people. I mean, my whole family back in Twelve has brain damage! And she's worse.

As we move, she begins waving and blowing kisses, although we haven't seen the crowd yet. Who does that? First, I get reaped, leaving my incapable family all alone, with nobody to care for them. And now, I'm with someone who won't help at all in the mission to go home.

Finally, the crowd does appear, and I get a pang of stage fright. They're all cheering, going absolutely insane for us. I quickly get over my fright and begin to wave to the crowd, smiling from ear to ear. What happens next is very frustrating though.

Kinocycle begins jumping. That's not the bad part. The bad part is when she closes her eyes at the same time, and somehow manages to jump off the chariot. I keep waving and smiling, but I can't help hearing the thud of Kinocycle hitting the ground. I hear an "Ouch!" faintly, but the crowd drones it out as we keep moving.

I'm sure District Twelve will be a laughing stock The district with the girl who jumped off her chariot. I wish she would just die now. I don't even need to think about how she'll die in the Games. Her plate will explode. It's obvious.

As the chariots pull up in front of the giant podium, where President Hawksmoor stands, I can't help but feel worried. She's a very intimidating woman. As she reads the Treaty of Treason, you can feel her sense of authority in her voice. You can tell that she has breathed politics her entire life. It's very daunting.

As the crowd applauds her when she finishes, I look back to see Kinocycle being escorted back to the hangar by some Avoxes. I don't feel sorry for her one bit. She deserved everything she got.

The chariots begin to rumble again as we set off, back to the hangar. I really hope I don't have to see Kinocycle for the rest of the day.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so very short, and not very well written, I kind of wanted to get District Twelve out of the way, as both tributes are meant to be boring. MidnightRaven323 responded, I replied. We'll be going to Day 1 of training next.