It's a Saturday night and I have nothing better to do so enjoy chapter 2!

I do not own the Hunger Games (or Marvel)

The Capitol:

The train was very luxurious. Peter and I looked around our car in awe. Although our mansion in Victor's Village is a step up from the rest of our district, it is nothing compared to the Capitol train. Since my mom was the only mentor for District 10, she would be the one working with us throughout the time leading up to the Games. I can't imagine how hard it must be for the mentors to watch their tributes die year after year. Mom never talks about it. It's probably why Haymitch Abernathy, the mentor for District 12, constantly drinks himself into a stupor.

When I entered the room that I would be using for the night, I immediately changed into some jeans and a loose fitting T-shirt. I debated on taking a shower. It was very tempting, especially with all the different soap scents, but I decided not to, figuring that the Capitol would have the same stuff.

I walked out of my room and into Peter's. His Reaping clothes were in a pile on the floor and he was curled up on the bed in a pair of fluffy pajamas.

"Hey Peter." I sat next to him on the bed and he immediately tucked into my side. I ran my fingers through his curls, humming the same lullaby that Peter sings to the lambs before they are sent to the Capitol to be turned into a delicious lamb stew for the spoiled pigs of the Capitol. We sat like that for a while until Danny announced dinner.

My mouth began to water as we entered the dining room, my eyes taking in the table of delectable Capitol foods. I sat down between Peter and my mom and began to help myself. In a matter of seconds my plate was filled with stuffed chicken breast and fruits of all kinds, along with some kind of cheesy pasta.

"Get some vegetables," my mom ordered through a mouthful of creamy mashed potatoes. I rolled my eyes before adding some creamed spinach and cooked carrots to my already full plate.

When desert came out, I nearly fell out of my chair. I have never seen anything as beautiful as cheesecake before. I must've eaten at least four slices of the stuff.

"You're going to make yourself sick," mom warned, but she was already on her third slice of pie so she really couldn't talk. Peter on the other hand was sampling every chocolate item on the table.

By the time desert was taken away, we were sufficiently stuffed. Danny and my mom went over a few things with us, like how to smile when we pull into the Capitol and how we would be meeting our stylists and prep teams before the tribute parade. By the time they finished talking, I felt sick to my stomach.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I asked. Mom gave me an 'I told you so' look before allowing me to rush to the bathroom. Peter was right behind me. All of that rich chocolate must've made him sick as well.

After we had regurgitated our dinners, Peter and I followed Danny and mom into a living room of sorts. We watched the Reapings from the other districts.

Districts 1 and 2 looked tough, as usual, and all four were volunteers. District 3 didn't look like they would be much of a problem, but my parents taught me to never underestimate anyone. District 4 had one volunteer, and he looked downright mean. The girl was a tiny little thing, smaller than me even, though she was a year or two older. Districts 5 through 9 were all unimpressive, although the boy from 7 looked strong and handsome, but again, I won't underestimate them.

When we watched our District's Reaping, I prided myself on how unbothered I looked. I didn't want the other districts to think of me as an easy target. Although I suppose it also wouldn't do if they saw me as a threat, so I'm going to have to be careful about how I display myself from here on out. But I watched as my expression changed drastically when Peter was called. The protective way that I held him showed that he was my weakness, and could therefore be used against me in the Games. 11 was unimpressive and 12 just looked downright pathetic.

Soon after the Reapings were over we all headed to bed. I was just lying down when Peter crept into my room and crawled under the covers beside me. I wrapped my arms around him and ran my fingers through his curls, just like I had done a few hours before, until we both fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up to find myself alone. After a moment of silent panicking Peter stepped out of the bathroom, his chocolate curls plastered to his forehead.

"Morning Autumn." Peter greeted, water dripping onto the carpet from his wet hair.

"Hey bud," I yawn.

"Nat came in about an hour ago. She said to wake you up once I got out of the bath so we could have time to eat breakfast before arriving at the Capitol." He said.

"Alright, but I'm going to take a shower first." I say.

The bathroom was huge, about as big as my bedroom back in Victor's Village. It was bright and shiny and clean. I stepped into the shower and started experimenting with the different settings and soaps. I finally settled on hot water at full blast with coconut and peach scented soap. It was so foamy that it took forever to wash out of my hair. I spent almost an hour in the shower, though that was partly due to how good it felt.

When I finally got out, I wrapped myself in one of the plush white towels and padded across the room to the large closet. I threw on a pair of jeans and an oversize plain black sweater before lacing on some boots and walking to the dining car.

Breakfast was already laid out and everyone was eating. I plopped down next to Peter and dug in. I made sure not to eat too much this time, although it was hard because everything looked so good.

A couple hours later we pulled into the Capitol. No sooner had we arrived at the Training Center then we were whisked away to meet our prep teams.

I was taken into a room and given a soft green robe to wear. I took off my clothes and put on the robe, waiting for my prep team to arrive. A few minutes later they entered the room.

And immediately started squealing.

"Oh, you're so pretty!" exclaimed one of the females, who had platinum blonde hair with dyed purple tips and silver tattoos all over her body.

"Just like your mother," said the male, who had a green mohawk and bright orange eyes.

"Once we're done with you you'll be absolutely gorgeous!" squealed the other woman. Her skin was pale blue and her hair was hot pink and styled in cornrows. They all looked bizarre, but I just smiled at them.

"Were you part of my mother's prep team?" I asked.

"Just me," said the male, "She was scary."

"Sounds like her," I smirked.

"Oh! We haven't introduced ourselves!" the blue one said in a high pitched voice. "I'm Monica, that's Les," she pointed to the male, "and that's Vallorie," she pointed to the girl with the silver tattoos. "And of course we know who you are."

They had me take off my robe and lay on the table and they immediately got to work, chatting all the while. They waxed every single hair on my body, shaped my eyebrows and filed my nails. They washed my hair, putting all sorts of shampoos and lotions in it. They then trimmed my hair and dried it. When they were finished, they had me stand in the middle of the room to wait for my stylist.

I waited for several minutes before he finally showed up. He had spiky black hair and electric blue eyes, along with many, many piercings. Other than the piercings and maybe the eyes, he looked pretty normal in his navy and maroon suit.

He circled me, taking in every inch of my naked body. I have nothing to be embarrassed about, but I could feel my face heating up anyway.

"My name is Felix Ambrose," he introduced himself, "I will be your stylist until you enter the Arena, and if you're lucky enough to come out of it alive." I nodded.

He did my hair and makeup and helped me into my costume gently. He was calm and it helped me stay calm.

My hair was done in two French braids, with my baby hairs framing my face. My makeup was done in neutral colors and light pinks, and I resisted the urge to itch my face. I adored the outfit though.

I wore cow print shorts with a braided belt and a fur sheep's skin cape attached to my hips. I also wore a blue denim button up shirt that was tied to reveal my stomach and had the sleeves rolled up. I had a pair of cowboy boots on my feet and, my favorite, a cowboy hat placed on my head at an angle. I looked amazing, in my ever so humble opinion.

Felix handed my necklace. "You can wear this," he said, "just keep it tucked under your shirt." I turned around so he could fasten it around my neck.

Felix led me to where the other tributes were waiting for the parade to start. When I spotted Peter next to District 10's chariot, I laughed, drawing attention to myself. I walked over to him as he was stroking one of the horses.

"Oh my goodness, you are adorable!" I exclaimed. Peter was dressed like a little lamb and it was the cutest thing ever. I patted him on the head, which was covered by the sheep costume and even had little ears attached. Peter blushed a little. "Sorry," I said, "you're just so stinking cute!" I spotted the girl from 7 staring at Peter as if he were the most adorable thing on the planet- which he was. When she caught me looking at her she smiled and waved at me. I gave her a small smile in return before turning back to Peter.

We all got onto our chariots and our stylists arranged our positions. Then, the parade started.

District 1 rode out into the streets, their shimmering costumes nearly blinding in the evening sun. The crowd went wild. The Career districts have always been the Capitol's favorites, and this year was no exception. Finally, it was our turn to head out.

The crowd began cheering louder and I gently placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. His forced smile turned into a genuine one, making the crowd "awe". My smile was still fake and it was kind of obvious, but I waved a little here and there.

Our district actually got more attention than it usually does. My mom was one of the Capitol's favorites and Peter's just so cute that that's probably why, although it also helps that we aren't dressed as cows this year.

I barely paid attention to President Snow's speech and soon we were back at the Training Center.

Our stylists joined us for dinner and Danny couldn't stop talking about how amazing we looked and how the crowd absolutely loved us. (Though by "us" I think he means Peter)

"This is good," my mom said, "you'll probably get some sponsors and that will help you a lot in the Arena." She spoke casually, but I could tell she was worried about us.

When I retired to my room, I immediately changed into some soft pajamas and washed off my makeup. By the time I exited the bathroom, Peter was already curled up on the bed and fast asleep.