A/N: Guys I'm so sorry! I was supposed to post this like 2 days ago, but my doc manager wouldn't upload anything, so I was struggling all these days to make it work! I am so sorry! Hopefully this chapter will make it up to you guys!

Alright, enough rambling, here are the Capitol reapings!

Patricia Quinne's POV

"Oh my God, I cannot believe he said that to you!" says one of my minions.

"Yeah, the hottest guy in school said that he would do anything just to get into your pants!" another one wails. I just continue doing my make up, as things like these happen to me everyday. Why? What a stupid question. Obviously, it's because of my devilishly good looks. I am 14 but I look way better than all of the girls in the years above. I mean, I don't blame them; it's pretty hard to get on my level.

I brush my bangs to the side, thinking that I need a haircut. I decide to test my minions, why not have some fun?

"Do you think I should change my hair colour? I mean pastel rainbow is very in right now, but I want to be ahead of everyone. I want to set trends, not follow them. So what do you think? Brittany?" I turn towards the short one, with an ugly mole under her eye and pimples on her forehead. Ew.

"Um, my name's Ruby…"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Ruby, Brittany, they both have r's so it's not much of a difference! Now lets start talking about me, for God's sake!"

"A-ah, yeah! I-I think-k your…"

"Ugh, stop! Just shut up! Gosh why are you stuttering?! You are so annoying, just never talk again, ok?"

"O-ok"

"I told you to keep quiet!" I scream in her face and she shrinks even more. Geez, why is everyone around me so stupid! Have to do everything by myself! I turn back to the mirror and realise that I'm actually perfect and there is no need to change my hair. I pull my high ponytail a bit tighter and my shirt a little bit lower, to let my girls get a bit more spotlight. I twirl in front of the mirror, my pink skirt flaring up and showing off my amazing legs. No wonder everyone wants me. I'm a masterpiece!

I blow myself a kiss and step out the bathroom, the minions following me quietly.

"Brittany, take my bag", I say as I start walking away from the bathroom door.

"Patricia, I don't see it…"Oh. My. GOD!

"Brittany, how am I supposed to know where I left it? You are the one who is supposed to look after my bag! Can you do anything right?" She stares at me with her bright green contacts, eyes wide and teary.

"Why are you standing here? Stop being useless and go find it! Ugh!" I say and turn around walking away from her down the street, the other minion following me. Everyone turns to stare at me and it calms me down. Attention is very therapeutic, don't you think?

Lieonnel Victor's POV

I was so engrossed with my book ('Underground', written by a District 13 native before the Mockingjay Rebellion, describing life under the surface) that I don't notice my mom coming in, until she suddenly pulls the curtains open and my room is assaulted by the blaring lights of the capitol.

"Leo! Honey, how many times do I have to tell that you can't read in the dark! It will ruin your eyesight!" she tells me, putting her hands on her slender hips and glaring at me with her unnaturally green eyes, the latest trend in Panem.

"I know mom", I say, "but I've told you million times that I can't handle the lights for too long and it is actually scientifically proven that bright environments overwork our retina, damaging our photoreceptors and…"

"Okay, okay, I don't understand anything you're saying, Leo and I know you're doing it on purpose so I leave your room", she says smiling at me. Works every time.

"However, you have to get dressed dear, the reapings start in an hour and I want to get there early and get the best seats!"

"Mom, you know that it takes me a minute to get ready", I grumble as I bury my face in my pillow. I hear her gasp, raising my eyebrow and turning my head to look at her.

"Is something the matter?" I ask

"Is this a new tattoo?" she asks me, as she comes closer and touches the left side of my neck tentatively. I hiss and lean away, as the spot is still a little sore. I had it done yesterday, and I don't really know why I got it. It was a simple black sign, with two thicker connected lines going away from each other and a smaller crooked line coming up from the point where they met.

"Do you like it?" I ask her, knowing that she probably does, since she knows that they mean a lot to me. Every single one represents something that I want to be.

"It's beautiful", she says smiling down at me with her beautiful deep brown eyes, that people often said were identical to mine, shining with love and tenderness towards me. My heart filled with warmth, knowing that my mom will always be by my side.

"Alright, young man, I want you down for breakfast in 20 minutes", she says and kisses me on the cheek, standing up and leaving the room.

I bury my face back into the pillow and stretch my body out. In District 13 everyone had to train and exercise meaning their bodies were probably toned and strong. I turn over to lie on my back and look down at my torso. You can count my ribs and my hipbones were jutting out. I sigh, wishing my body was as toned, but I prefer reading over exercising and teary eyes due to overreading rather than sweating.

I stand up and make my way to the bathroom, listening to the echo of my own steps and wondering why do our ceilings have to be so tall. I groan at myself when I look in the mirror, as my hair is a mess that sticks out in every direction. I let the water fill up the sink and then dip head in. That is why I love being under something. It is quiet, serene and most importantly dark, which is so different from the Capitol. If I told this to one of my classmates, they'd think I've gone insane. But maybe I have? I mean according to a research every person has the potential to become bipolar or manic-depressive if they are triggered enough.

Patricia's POV

We finally arrive home and I wait for my driver to open the doors, which he is taking forever to do! The reapings are in an hour and I need to get dressed like right now! As I step out of the limo an idea strikes me.

"Marzia! Marzia!" I call my maid, as I enter the house and take off my coat and bag, dropping them both on the floor. Marzia will pick them up later.

"Marzia! Where are you, old hag?" I cry out frustrated that she's still not in front of me!

"Yes, Miss Patricia!" she finally says as she comes up the stairs.

"What took you so long?!" I scream at her. Seriously, why can't anyone just do his or her job properly?

"I'm sorry, Miss, I was just…"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now listen, I have an amazing idea! Well, are you going to ask me what it is? C'mon, c'mon ask!"

"Miss, what is…"

"I want to be covered in precious stones for today's reapings! How cool is my idea? Marzia, I am so smart and creative!" I say, laughing and twirling around.

"Well, why are you still standing here? Go and call our jeweller and tell him that we need loads of stones tonight!" She nods and hurries away to call. I cannot wait for the reapings! I'm gonna outshine every girl, while every guy will be at my feet and they will show me on cameras and then designers will see me and fall in love with me! My plan was going to work perfectly! I laugh, as I imagine stupid Cornelia's face, as she sees me and turns green, the ugly swampy one, from jealousy! It will be the best reaping of my life!

Leo's POV

I cannot believe these people. One of their kids is going to be sent to their imminent death and all they care about is how stylish they look. I stick out like a sore thumb, in my dark washed jeans and a simple dark green t-shirt. The only things I have that stand out are my tattoos, covering my arms completely. They are all black, as I'm not a fan of bright colours that Capitol seems to revel in. All I see around me is sparkles, neon, spandex and more sparkles. Everyone is wearing some sort of wig or hat with bright coloured feathers, obviously a trend this season.

Sighing, I move towards the registration counter when something blinds me. Once my eyes adjust to the shine, I look at the source of light and immediately realise that it is not something. It's someone. Patricia Quinne, the daughter of some big fish in the government. She is completely covered by jewels from head to toe. As in she's not even wearing any clothes, as jewels are attached to every millimetre of her body. I try not to look at her obvious cleavage, telling myself that she is just 14, but I notice that even peacekeepers can't keep their eyes off her girls. It's ridiculous how far people would go to be in the light. Looking at her face, I notice how smug she looks, since now every single guy is sending her appreciative looks, while girls are dying of envy.

After registering I go to stand in the 16's section and see some of my friends. I get a few side looks, as my family is quite famous and they are probably wandering why am I not wearing any feathers. I'd rather be reaped than wear feathers. Like any of the two are possible anyways.

I chat with some guys next to me, mostly about Patricia's assets, as the 5th Quarter Quell promo video plays. It says something about genetic modification and I wonder what kind of mutts are they going to send out this year. After the video ends our escort, LaFlaya Martell with her 3 feet high hair with feathers sticking out in every direction. Jeez, how is that even attractive?

"Happy Hunger Games and Quarter Quell my dear Capitol!" she says in her high voice and Capitolian accent. The crowd cheers and screams and I can even see some people crying.

"I am so excited to return as the Capitol's escort for the 15th year in a row!" Weirdly (not really) enough, she hasn't aged a day.

"Should we start?" she asks and the crowd erupts in cheers "Alright, ladies first!" She dips her hand in the large bowl and I can hear the whole Capitol drawing in a breath. Her over manicured hand, also with feathers, takes out a small piece of paper. A piece of paper, which is a one-way ticket to death. The capitol always has the best sponsors, therefore careers always use them and then easily kill them off. The stupidity of my fellow Capitolies shocks me.

I am so distracted with my thoughts that I miss LaFlaya reading out the name but I hear a loud shrieking and then even louder crying. Poor girl I think as I look at the screen and notice that it is Patricia. Okay, I don't really feel bad for her anymore. However, suddenly she is crying and smiling and waiving as she comes up to the stage. The escort gives her a one-over and raises her pink eyebrow. Then Patricia is suddenly ripping the microphone away from LaFlaya.

"I am so honoured to represent my home in this year's Hunger games!" she screams and the crowd, guys mostly, cheers her on. "Thank you so much to my dad and mom, for giving birth to such a beauty, like me! Also, thank you to the President for the Hunger Games! Thank you to my jeweller for my amazing outfit! And thank you to…"

"Alright, alright, enough!" LaFlaya says as she takes the microphone back, but not after some struggling with Patricia. Jeez, this girl is really something.

"Now, to the male tribute!" LaFlaya moves towards the other bowl and I stupidly get nervous. I keep telling myself that the chance of me getting reaped is so low, as my name is written in only 4 times. We have over 20,000 teenage boys meaning that my chance is about 0.02%. However, the fear still wrenches my gut, since 0.02 is not 0. And my fear is proven right, as I hear my escort read the name out.

"Lieonnel Victor!" and everything around me seems to stop, freeze in time. I am rooted to my spot, until I feel someone nudging me to go towards the stage. I look around me, searching with my eyes for someone, anyone to volunteer. But all I see is brightly coloured eyes staring at me quietly, expecting me to take up my spot. That's when I realise that people love watching the Games, but never playing them.

A/N: Hopefully you liked these reapings! And hopefully you hated Patricia, just as much as I do xD

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