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Immediately, everyone jumps into action and starts giving me a total makeover. Bravia pushes a lever below my seat making it stretch out flat so I am lying down. It's like a bed, but not in the slightest bit comfortable. Bravia and Mirus, under instruction from Prima start ripping out the hairs on my legs, arms and anywhere else they can find them, in a process apparently called 'waxing'. I am reassured that everyone has it done, but with every strip of hair ripped out, I wince with pain. If it will help me somehow get further in the Games and stay alive, then I'll put up with it.

No pain, no gain.

The seat is then returned to the upright position and Mirus hovers in front on my face, dabbing powders all over my face in various silvers and greys. She plucks parts of my eyebrows away, and trims and styles my hair until she kisses the air and says, "A masterpiece."

When she rushes off with Bravia to collect my outfit for the chariot ride, I take time to look at my reflection. My eyes shine with silver and my cheeks are flecked with gold. My hair is the usual colour, but has been dusted with a silver powder. My freckles have been hidden by cream that matches my skin colour, but hides all the blemishes on my face. It looks like magic. I shudder at myself, but also smile. Even though I hate it not looking like me, I also love it because I don't want to be me in the arena.
"So, what do you think of the 'new' Fenna?" says Mirus, with a grin, resting her soft hands on my shoulders.
"A little different, but a better kind of different," I say. She nods.
"Good. That's good."

Prima and Bravia return with a sparkling silver dress and a matching headdress. Mirus helps me take off my red dress and she slips the new costume on. It fits comfortably, but feels itchy. Bravia pulls back my hair into a tight bun and places the headdress on my head. The headdress is huge and circular, and I don't understand it at all.
"So?" beams Prima. "What do you think of it?" She lifts her hands to her face, nervous for my reaction. I can't tell her it's hideous, and I feel ridiculous, and I don't see what this has anything to do with representing my district.
"It's brilliant," I say. "It looks fantastic. I love the sparkles."
"Oh, wonderful!" Prima cries with joy. "I was so worried you wouldn't like it, that you'd think it was too… I don't know… glamorous?"
"It's great."

I don't know whether she picked up on my sarcasm, but judging by her delighted reaction, I'm presuming she didn't. She skips out of the room again, telling us she is going to check on Gavell's reaction to his costume. I hope he won't be too upfront with her. She seems sweet.
"So what do you really think?" grins Bravia, the first time I've heard him speak. Mirus giggles. They both latched on to my sarcasm, clearly.
"I don't get it," I say, honestly. They both explode in laughter, nodding their heads in agreement. "What in my district has anything to do with silver, glittery circles?" They both erupt in laughter again.

It's nice to laugh again. It feels good. It takes my mind off of everything that is happening.

My prep team lead me back to Brawn, Marabel and Carlos who all have different reactions. Carlos pulls me into an awkward hug, praising me with "You look fantastic!" and other dishonest comments. Marabel seems quietly surprised by my costume, but holds a smile, as if she understands that it's horrible but is trying to tell me that I look okay. Brawn, on the other hand, openly shows me that the costume is horrible.

We stand in the elevator again and out of the corner of my eye, I can just see him grinning like a child.
"Is there something funny, Brawn?" I say.
"Nope. Nothing at all," he says, letting out a short, breathy laugh, biting the insides of his lips in an attempt to suppress it. I roll my eyes. At least I can find the joke in the outfit. Gavell hasn't said a word since he was dressed, I overhear Carlos telling Marabel. "Too happy for words", as Carlos describes. I have a feeling that he isn't exactly happy.

The doors fly open again and we walk out to an arena lined with seats. There are twelve chariots parked, ready to be driven to the other end of the arena on live television. It's crazy, really, how much the Capitol care about the children they are plummeting to their deaths. They spend weeks finding out about them, and envying their lives, and then they just let them die for their own amusement. Selfish. Digusting.

Gavell and I are ushered into the fifth chariot and we are told to sit there until the ceremony begins. The other tributes are allowed to mingle politely, but one of District Five's policies is to remain in the background, out of the way.
"You can't honestly say you like these costumes," says Gavell, bitterly.
"No, I hate them. Why would you think that I like them?"
"You just seem so positive, that's all."
"Of course. I'm not rude."

He gives me a challenging glare, as if he is annoyed at my wit.
"Gavell," I say, after a few minutes of awkward silence. "What do you know about the Avoxes?"
"What do you mean?"
"You said they're criminals, right? What did they do? And why can't they talk?"

Lowering his voice, he tries to explain.