*This one is back to Lystra's POV*

I woke the next morning tired, and with a headache. I got out of bed grumpily, and ate breckfast silently, until Kayton confronted me and Tanner.

"What are you two going to show the Gamemakers today?"

I shrugged. "Knives, I guess."

Tanner said, "I'll build something – like an axe, and then chop something up."

Kayton looked at us a moment, and then smiled. "Just impress them – those scores mean a lot. They reflect you to the whole of Panem."

I shifted nervously, and Tanner said, "Don't worry, Kayton. We'll do fine."

We smiled at each other, and Tanner and I went into the waiting area with the other tributes.

I initially noticed the tense air in the room. It was quite obvious that not everyone thought that Mazie's alliance was a good thing, but some did. Mazie, Rayne, and a few other tributes sat at a table, and other kids like the siblings from two, sat far away from them. Then, the other tributes who were undecided, like me, sat in between them, uneasy.

There was enough electricity in the air to kill someone – if another tribute didn't beat it to it.

Tanner and I sat down at the table in the middle where the tributes from 12 were quietly talking.

"Hey," I said, attempting to be warm. Both acknowledged me with a nod, but did not say anything, or continue their conversation.

One by one, the Gamemakers called us into the room where they would judge us. My heart rate started to speed, as I began to worry about what the other tributes were doing in the room for the Gamemakers. Would I make an impression?

They were to District 10. I resisted the urge to bite my nails, thinking of the impression on Vincent's face if I showed up for the interviews with bitten-down nails.

Then it was my turn. Tanner squeezed my shoulder as I shakily got up and entered the room.

The Gamemakers sat in the hard chairs in the corner, and the stations were open around me. They looked at me a moment, and then turned to the food on a table in the corner, sparing me no other thought.

My first feeling was hurt. Why would they belittle me so?

Next I felt anger. I deserved to be noticed. This was just insulting.

Then I felt again the hate for the Capitol, and support in Mazie's alliance. I looked at them a moment, and considered leaving, but instead, a new idea hit me, and I walked over to the camouflage.

Glancing back at the Gamemakers, the anger flared one final time. I dipped my finger into the camouflage and let instincts took over.

It took the Gamemakers a while to realize what I was doing. They began to mutter to themselves, and I was pleased that I once again had a portion of their attention. As the minutes passed, the muttering became louder, and several Gamemakers were craning their necks, trying to see what I was doing. Soon Gamemakers were calling out to me about a time-sensitive schedule, and I should show them something. I ignored them until, with a flourish, I turned and bowed, careful to still hide what I'd done.

"Thank you for your time," I told them, managing to keep the sarcasm from my voice to make it sound genuine.

Then I turned and walked out of the room. As I neared the door, I heard the loud gasps and yells of surprise from the Gamemakers, but I didn't go back.