Glad you all liked my little twist in the last chapter. Hope you enjoy this one as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own THe Hunger Games.

Joel and I are separated the moment we enter the remake center. I hear tutting behind me and turn my head. I look away quickly again. One of the people leading me away, who I am guessing are my prep team, is the most horrid color of orange I can imagine. Apparently he had tried to make himself the color of sunset and something had gone horribly wrong. I look at the other two members of my prep team. They are naturally colored and women. One has dark red hair, the color of blood and it scares me a little. I hope she is not to be my hair stylist. The other has golden and silver hair which I know is not natural. Gold does not shine as much as her hair does. Her eyes are a deep pool of sky blue and I can see my reflection in them.

"She said down to Base Zero." The man said.

"And then what?" The woman with the blood hair asks.

"We wait for her." The golden haired one said.

"And how do you know this, Trica?" The Blood One sneers.

"I heard her tell Fernic, Galla." Trica answered back. Apparently, my prep team is new to working together. This could bode ill for me.

"Galla, Trica, enough of this. You two are sisters. Can't you act like it?"

"How can I when she seems to think she's superior to me?" Galla said, feigning innocence. "I am the elder after all."

"I said enough!" Fernic's voice was not gentle. "Is the bath ready, Trica?"

"Should be by now."

"What bath?" I ask. I had showered on the train. They don't answer me. But it doesn't matter. I am soon naked and being pushed into a large tub full of suds. I make my way back up to the surface, not knowing where the ability to swim suddenly came from. I try to get out, but Trica pushes me back in.

"Not yet." She says. "This will make the process go easier for you." I keep trying to pull myself from the tub at different points. Each time, I am pushed back into the tub. This goes on for an hour before I am finally allowed to get out. The moment I am, they wrap me in a larger than me towel and hurry me into another room. I am dried off and set into a chair. I cry out in surprise and pain as Galla pulls the first bits of wax from my body.

"Works better than what they used all those years ago." Galla says before pulling another strip off. Trica and Fernic begin doing the same and I cannot get away. What the hell are they doing? Trying to peel my skin off? How is this supposed to make the process easier on me? I cry out again, more in surprise and some of the wax is taken from an area that I am not expecting. "Quit being such a baby." Galla says sternly. "Don't think about what we are doing and you won't feel anything."

"Easy for you to say." I retort. "You are not getting your hair yanked out."

"What does she want done with the hair?" I hear Trica say and am relieved that Galla isn't doing my hair.

"She mentioned something about leaving it down for now. She was supposed to meet you at the door after her bath. I suggest you go and wait." Fernic says kindly. He is the leader of the group. He is the one who maintains the two sisters. Fernic and Galla talk as if I am not there while they work on taking every undesirable thing away. Fernic is working on my nails, rounding them into fine tips. I had never cared for them much and kept them cut to a reasonable length. If they ever got too long, I would bite them, a habit Mom soon broke me off. I begin to wonder if I will start doing it again now that I am here. I don't have the smithy to keep my nerves calm. That is the reason I would bite them in the first place.

Trica comes back in sometime later, a small gold pendent in her hand. "She wants her hair down and loose and this pulling back her hair to the side. But only on one side."

"You sound confused." Galla said. "You've seen it done before."

"I know. But it has never been done with a tribute."

"Of course it has."

"That's not what I mean. It has never been done before the Games start." The team falls silent.

Katniss's POV:

She looked at the sketchpad in her hand. She knew that it was hers from Cinna. It was the last outfit he had ever designed for her. It was her Mockingjay suit. She had been wearing it the day she had been captured, the day she had lost everything and everyone she knew. She turned to the final page and read Cinna's last message to her. "I'm still betting on you." She whispered. "Will you now bet on your niece, Cinna?" She looked at the drawing of her pin. It, along with her uniform had been preserved in a special museum dedicated to the rebellions so that the citizens of the Capitol could speculate way the Districts had risen against the Capitol. "Oh Cinna, I am so sorry. If I had known they were your family, I would have fought harder for them. Bet on her, Cinna. Bet on Septa now."

Lin's POV:

"What do you want, Katniss?" Lin grumbled as he heard her open his door. He quickly hid the pages beneath his blankets.

"Lin,"

"What you found out frightens you, doesn't it?" She nodded. He noticed the sketchpad in her hands. "Katniss, you have to be different this time. You cannot let them down in the middle of everything. That is how all the rest of them died."

"She doesn't want my help, Lin. How can I help her when she does not want it?"

"Look at it from her view, Katniss. You were the symbol of a rebellion. Yes, I know." He said at her surprised stare. "I was not raised in the Capitol. I moved here during the Relocations. But that is not the point. The point is she does not know that Cinna made you the Mockingjay through his work"

"I can't make her become,"

"I know. And I also know that she does not want to be what you were."

"What else do you know, all knowing one?" Katniss said sarcastically.

"She is an eagle on the hunt. She will not run away from where this path she's on takes her. She is willing to meet in head on."

"You know, I am beginning to think that I made a mistake talking to you on the train." She stormed out. Lin only sighed and looked at the drawings again before putting them in a book for safe keeping. He knew that Septa would win. She just needed to believe that.

Septa's POV:

I hold the thin robe close and look out the window. I had spent the last four hours being plucked like a chicken by my prep team. After Trica had pulled some of my hair to one side and put the gold eagle in it, I had been left alone. That was an hour ago now. I still have yet to see my stylist. I am getting worried. Katniss had said that the stylists are key to our having sponsors, or not having them. So where is mine. From the way my pre team acted, I know that she must be good. If that's the case, why does she have a district like 12. She should have one of the more favorable Districts that have had winners. I try not to think about her and think of home. That leads to thinking of my parents. The last time I saw them, we hardly spoke because we were so tired. Then we all went to work. My parents to the mines, me to the smithy. Miners usually get off before the smiths do. They don't have light to show them where to dig. We have the light of our fires. I wish I could give them one last hug and tell them that I love them. My hand goes to where my eagle pendant should be. The prep team took it from me the moment I was ready for my bath. I haven't seen it since. Is that why my stylist gave me the one I have in my hair. I reach up to touch it.

"Don't touch it!" I pull my hand down quickly and turn. My stylist is in the doorway, watching me. By the way she is looking at me, I know she has been there for some time. She walks over to me and looks me over. "Come away from the window and take off your robe." I obey and she circles me. "Yes, very nice." I hear her whisper. "Got some hidden muscle. That will make her look weak until she's not." She stops in front of me again. "Put it back on and come sit." I obey again and we sit on two couches with a table in between. She pushes a button on the table and a second table appears with some snacks. I take only a glass of water. She looks at me and then nods. "My name is Rynna. Septa, don't worry, I am going to take care of you. I am going to help Katniss get you sponsors." I take in her look. She is old, but not that old and she hasn't done much to herself except dye her graying hair back to black. Her skin is only slightly wrinkled and her blue eyes shine.

"How long have you been the stylist for Twelve?" I blurt out.

"This will be my sixth year. I was originally with Two."

"Why did you move?"

"I made a promise." I look at her, confusion plain on my face. "Your uncle was a very dear friend of mine. His mother told me that he had been taken from the Districts and raised in the Capitol. During the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, while he worked, I took a hiatus and searched for his family. I found them in District Two, my District though I gave it up that year. When I told him, he became a different person in a way. He was still the Cinna I had been close friends with, but he also wanted to get back at the Capitol for depriving him of his real family. When he was captured, I pleaded with him to just tell them what they wanted to know. He wouldn't and I promised I would take care of his family should they be targeted. I have tried my best, but the Capitol always makes sure that they die. It was a poor lesson really. Katniss never knew what was going on until you showed up."

"How do I know you are not lying?"

"Here" She hands me a sketchbook. "Lin asked me to give it to you. It was Cinna's. Oddly enough, he had me give it to Plutarch to give to you. Go ahead, look through it." I open the sketchbook and see my own talent on the pages. But then I see the picture of Katniss and my blood begins to simmer. I choose not to focus on the model, but on the clothes themselves. Cinna had made a Mockingjay suit. Though his works as a stylist, he made Katniss into the Mockingjay for the rebellion.

"Who is he betting on now?" I ask when I see the last page. These pictures had obviously been meant for Katniss.

"My guess is you, Septa. Win or lose, you are the last of your family that they can use against Katniss. If your people's reactions were anything to go by, if you had children and they were targeted, they would have another uprising on their hands." She takes the book from my hands. "Now, you remember how I told you that I looked up your family." I nod though it wasn't a question. "I also found that there used to be fourteen districts. However, after the first Rebellion a hundred years ago, since your District had been left out of the original uprisings, you were left alone and so did not have to participate in the Games. Of course that changed twenty-five years ago and you were finally added to the Districts as District Twelve. However, that is not the point. The point is, it was your family, Septa Águila, that discovered the gold and was allowed to mine it. Your ancestors gave it to the village by the mountain and moved to the Capitol. Now, what we, my partner and I, are going to do is represent that history."

My mind stops spinning, the whole time she had been talking, I had been telling myself that we were going to be painted in gold and decorated like the plates we make. History? How are they going to do that? She sees my look of utter confusion and smiles. My confusion turns to horror.

"Wow, Septa. You look amazing." I only nod, still trying to figure out how to breathe with all this gold glitter on my face. Rynna had been true to her word. Since it had been my family who had discovered the gold in the mountains, I was the one to wear the gold dress and be covered in gold with a chunk of gold in one hand. Joel is dressed like a miner. One of his hands will also be holding the gold. We are representing the Giving of the Gold, as Rynna calls it. I look at Joel and notice that his miner's outfit isn't the typical one that they wear at home. I realize it must be what the first miners wore when the world seemed fairer than it is now. I am turned around to face Rynna and she makes some adjustments to the dress. I sneeze.

"Did you have to put so much?" I say in place of an apology.

"I know it seems a bit overdone, but it was this or I draw designs in gold on you." I sneeze again and find I am finally able to breathe through my nose. "Better?" I nod and she helps me onto the chariot. Our horses are a beautiful tan color. Joel climbs up beside me and his stylist, Vian, hands us the gold. I gasp as I feel warmth coming from it. I suddenly realize, this gold is not real and look at him.

"A real piece is hard to get." He says and refuses to explain further. The music starts and the horses move forward. As we get closer to the door, I feel my dress billowing around me and am surprised by it. I have never had clothes that had done this before. Apparently, the Capitol has never seen it either. The crowd goes crazy as our chariot rolls into the streets. I wave politely and then I see a screen. My dress is breathtaking. The way it billows makes me look like an eagle. Rynna has made me a gold eagle in flight. I see Joel waving out of the corner of my eye. I suddenly have the idea to make the gold more visible. I lift it and Joel, sensing my plan, does the same. The gold glimmers in the city lights and the crowd cheers and I hear them shouting.

"District Twelve! Septa! Joel!" This repeats until all the chariots are in the City Circle. The music stops with a flourish and my dress settles against my body again, a landed eagle. We are welcomed by the president and then the anthem plays. My dress billows again as our chariot makes a final loop around the circle and then we disappear into the Training Center.

I would like to give some credit to AlexLunaah. It was their comment that gave me the idea to show Septa the notebook. Hope you guys enjoyed it and please review. :D