Seth's POV

I laid in my temporary bed when I begin to think about Lamb, "I'm such an idiot," I think.

Just as I close my eyes and try to get some sleep before tomorrow, when I hear the door open and soft footsteps walk toward my bed. The mysterious figure lifts up my blanket slightly, crawling in beside me.

A shiver ran up my spine as I realized who it was beside me, "Hi," Lamb whispers into my ear, "I couldn't sleep, so I came in here."

Seeing her curled up in a ball beside me, so small and frail, "What do you want?" I ask her.

"To talk," she replied.

"About what?"

I can here her sigh in frustration, "About a lot of things; like what's up with the note and the necklace?"

"The necklace is a token to remind you of home, and the note…was," I try to explain.

"What?" she asks, having moved closer to me, and looked up at me with her shining hazel eyes.

Once we're only a few inches from one another I turn away, "Hey!" she hisses and lightly punches my back, "Fine," she huffed and I heard her roll over, so that we were now back to back.

I'm finally able to fall asleep, dreaming about being back home in District 12 where everything is safe and I'm hunting in the woods with Lamb, when suddenly I'm awoken by Effie Trinket yelling about something out in the hall. Then Katniss barges into my room, Peeta behind her. They're about to say something when they see the small lump under the covers beside me that is Lamb and sigh in relief, "Effie, she's in here!" Katniss called for the frantic woman.

Lamb poked her head out from under the blanket and looked at her mentors as Effie walked in and squealed in delight, "Aww! Young love."

Both of us quickly look at one another and shrug. Lamb jumped out of the bed, passed by Effie and the other two standing at the door into the hall.

Lamb's POV

I ran down the hall into my own room and changed my clothes to a navy blue long sleeved shirt and black shorts, still keeping my original shoes on. Effie walked in, exasperated, "I'm getting to old for this," she panted, and looked at my clothes, "Are you going to wear that?!" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

She sighed, "Follow me to breakfast."

I followed the cheeky woman into the dining room and sat beside Seth who was waiting with Katniss and Peeta. I was served ham, eggs, bacon, and sausage, but I just nibbled on the eggs and bacon. I'd never actually been one of those people that actually ate breakfast. I looked at what looked like coffee and took a sip of it, it wasn't as bitter as coffee. It was sweet so I drank the whole cup.

"Do you have any advice for the game?" Seth asked Peeta and Katniss.

"Isn't it obvious?" Peeta asked, "Don't die," he said then burst into laughter.

Katniss punched his arm, "That isn't funny," she growled and the man shut up. Then she looked at both of us, "What exactly are your best skills?"

"We're both equally good at working a bow and we use knives so we can provide for our family," Seth explained while I was drinking some orange juice.

Katniss nodded at her answer, "Good, those will be good for the arena. Now stand up and we'll look you over she said and we stood and walked over to stand in the middle as they circled us and prodded us like meat to see if we had any muscle.

"They look like they could get enough sponsors when the stylists are finished with them," Peeta nodded.

I groaned at the thought of the stylists. Stylists were meant to dress up the tributes for the opening ceremony, "You're not gonna like what they do to you but don't resist," Katniss explained sternly and both left.

Seth and I stood in the dining room when it became dark again, "Tunnel," I thought and soon the sun came back as the train slowly came to a stop. Seth runs to the window and stares at the utopia that is the Capitol. I walk after him and stare at it in awe. The people of the city soon smile and point at us excitedly when they notice the tribute train.

We both back away from the people that will enjoy our deaths and then we walk to the doors to be pulled away by the stylist teams. Seth goes in a separate direction as I do and soon I'm in their room where they will prepare me for the ceremony.

"Strip her," a red haired woman ordered and the team removed my clothes and the necklace from Seth.

Two women walk over and they bathe me in what seems to be foam. Then they cleaned and fixed my nails so that they were a uniform shape.

After two women walked toward me and pushed me onto a chair, putting a fabric with some substance on it and put one on each of my legs. They waited a few seconds, "This will remove the hair on your legs, it's hurt a lot, but just deal with it," one explained and without warning ripped one off. Then right after the second was ripped off. After my legs they removed hair from my arms, torso, under arms, and parts of my eyebrows.

"Grease her down!" a man ordered and the same women that pushed me into the chair rubbed a lotion over my body. At first it was stinging but then it soothes my skin.

They make me stand and then three of them circle me checking for extra hairs with tweezers and once they finish they step back and admire, "Very nice!"

"Now you look like a beautiful diva," one exclaimed, clapping her hands.

I try to give them a smile, "I love it, we've never had to worry about our beauty at home," I thank them.

"Oh, don't worry love, once Cinna is done with you you'll be gorgeous," a man said and clapped his hands happily.

They all left leaving me naked in the room by myself. I though about putting the robe that had gone off and on, but then I decided against it because I would just be told to take it off again.

Suddenly a normal looking man with brown hair that doesn't look like it was dyed and a black shirt and pants with gold eyeliner and green eyes.

"Hello Lamb, I'm Cinna and I'll be your stylist," he says, lacking the Capitol accent.

"Hi," I say quietly.

He walks around my naked body and nods, "Why don't you put your robe on and we can chat."

I pull the robe on and we walk to a sitting room, "So as for your costume, my partner Portia, is the stylist for your fellow tribute Seth and we were thinking that instead of you being dressed as the miners themselves we want to focus of the coal.

I think about when I saw Katniss and Peeta their year in the games, they'd been literally on fire, but they weren't hurt at all. So hopefully I won't be anywhere near fire.

"So let's go shall we?" he asks.

Hours later I'm dressed in a long black dress with a flame pattern at the bottom, black heels that are quite uncomfortable, and what seems to be a crown on my head. I nearly faint when Cinna tells me that the crown will be set on fire, "It's a synthetic flame we came up with, it's harmless," he explains.

My hair is brushed out and then they leave it. I can't help but wonder where my necklace is, I'm hoping that one of the stylists didn't throw it away.

I can't help but smile as Seth appears in a lovely suit and a crown of his own. He stares at me in shock then awe.

Soon we're whisked off to the stables where we're supposed to get on our chariot. The four horses pulling us are pure black and so well trained they don't need anyone to control them. Cinna and Portia direct us to the chariot and arrange our body positions then they jump off.

We're both quiet as District 1 goes out and we hear cheering then District 2 follows behind. Soon enough District 11 goes and Cinna returns with a torch and lights our crowns, "Remember heads high and don't forget to smile," he says then leaves.

We roll out into the crowd to have them cheer loudly at our appearances. It nearly makes me sick at how easily amused the people of the Capitol are, but I still smile and give small waves.

Then as we reach the City Circle where our horses pull the chariot to President Snow's house, he comes out with paper white hair and says a speech, and then the anthem plays as the camera shows all the tributes briefly as we stroll around then return to the Training Center.

As the stylist crew helps us down I look at the competition again. I stop as I see the fierce girl from District 10 looking at me with curiosity and then I look at her fellow tribute a tall boy with dark hair and emotionless gray eyes. As my eyes return to the girls I notice that half of her brunette hair is covering her right eye and she looks quite deadly.

"You were wonderful darling," a plump woman says to me, making me look away from the girl.

"Thanks," I sigh and they take me away to remove my dress and hopefully get some sleep later.

A/N Once again i was thinking of a catagory and i wrote the second chappie when i was thinking.