Trevor Yaksin's POV

Everything was so strange in the capital. The citizen walked around in colorful clown like garments and acted like they were normal when in fact, they were complete freaks.

My mentor, Hermia Loggan, is okay. I'm not really sure how she managed to win. Her games weren't that famous, except for the fact that she was one of the only District Six volunteers in history. All I heard was that she was slow and cautious, which doesn't usually let you win, especially when you're up against the careers. It was just a stoke of luck when she won.

I am in awe at the sight of the capital. The buildings were so tall they touched the clouds and there were colorful signs lighting up the entire city. The vibrant colors were so plentiful, I was nearly blinded by the neons and bright colors casting a rainbow glow on everything. My jaw dropped at the sight of the people. They were, well, odd. There were strange contraptions on their heads and their hair colors ranged from bright green to oranges so bright, they mimicked the sunset. Their clothes were strange with the puffy skirts and more bright colors. Some of the people didn't even look human. Their skin was dyed in bright colors and fangs came from their mouths. The eyes glowed an unnatural red, purple and yellow.

And the noise, it was so loud. With the music and the loud chattering and the advertising boards, I felt like I was drowning in the commotion. I was more than relieved when Justice, Sarnia and I finally reached the building where we would be living for the next week. It was one of those sky buildings that stretched beyond the clouds in the night sky. I was astounded by its beauty. It reflected the skyline with mirror panels and colorful lights covered the sides.

However, I was even more astonished as I entered. The carpet was a rich deep remand a crystal chandelier hangs high and proud with glittering beauty.

"Right this way you two. You will be on the sixth floor, I think. I'm not really sure though," Sarnia says, once again unknowing. It was torturous being on the train with her. She kept on calling us the electricity district, even though I reminded her countless times that we were transportation. District Three was electricity.

Sarnia shows us to a set of two doors. She presses a button with an arrow pointing up and the doors opened to a dead end. I look at her confused. Even though there is nothing in the small room, she marches in, un fazed. She must be even more stupid than I thought. She presses another button with a six on it and the doors slide shut and I begin to panic. We were now stuck in this tiny space and no one would help us. But before I can let out a cry, the doors slide open again. I was immensely confused, instead of a golden chandelier, we faced a drawing room filled with chairs and tables and glittering jewels. I walk over to the window and see that we were now high up above the ground. That "elevator" thing must have teleported us up here. I had never learned about this sort of transportation at school. We only make the trains, cars and airplanes.

Hermia is waiting for us in one of the lime colored chairs, eating a slice of carrot cake And sipping some tea. Her blond hair is sprawled out on her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkle in the glow.

"I see you've found your way up here. What did you think of the elevtor?", Hermia asks quietly.

"It-it was interesting? How did it get us up here?" I bumble, sounding like an idiot. Hermia only laughs, not answering my question.

"Now how about you two go find your rooms. I'm not really sure where they are, just find one you like," Sarnia mumbles. Deciding I've had enough excitement for the day, I turn around and find my room down the hall.

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Lacey Gage's POV

I'm in awe as I enter the building where I would live and train in. There were people bustling around everywhere, all busy with something. In the corner of my eye, I notice the entrance to the training center and take note of it. I know I will be spending much of my time in there. I have already trained myself in hand to hand combat, but I definitely wanted to learn how to handle weapons. Although, I'm not sure which one. Maybe daggers or an axe or something like that.

For a while, I had wanted to train in archery, but after some district twelve girl mastered the art of archery and somehow got an eleven in training, people wanted to master the art of the bow and arrow. Even though she didn't win, she sure inspired many people, but after her death, the flame was extinguished. I often think about what would have happened if she had won. Would there have been a rebellion? Would the Hunger Games even exist today? Nobody would ever know.

I ride up to my floor, the third one, with Edward and Ziahviha on a strange thing called an elevator. Edward acts like he's all tough, since his dad won the games, but really he's sort of a wimp. I saw him scream at a fly. A fly! I know he won't last long, and by volunteering, he might as well just go and die.

Death Ray was waiting for us as we arrived at our floor. He scared me on the train ride, with his tough attitude and temper. But, his hard core attitude might just help me win. The four of us sit down at the table and eat the biggest feast I've ever had. There were three courses and many, many desserts. I don't know the names of half of the things that I eat. Some of the food was strange in color, some was sweet, some was sour. I'm sure this meal was worth more than my entire house.

After dinner, feeling as stuffed as a turkey, I find my room amidst many strange hallways. My bed is larger than my entire bedroom back home and there is a closet filled with an entire wardrobe of clothes exactly my size. Im not sure how they managed to know my clothes size and honestly, I didn't want to know. I throw on some pajamas and sit on my bed, I nearly sink into the soft material of the sheets. I lay there for a few minutes, relishing the softness and comfort. I gaze out the window and at the skyline as I think about my home. I wonder how my family is doing. Are they attentively watching the news or are they cutting themselves off from the world? After taking one last look outside, I close my eyes and slip in to a dreamless sleep.

A/N

This was more of a filler chapter, I'll start the chariots and the makeovers in the next chapters. Don't forget to vote for the fan favorite! Also, thanks Jess Kline for Death Ray and Tigergirl22 for Hermia! Here's the trivia!

What happened to Rora Hitchens at the Reapings that may impact how she does in the games?

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