I'm still awake when Will knocks on my door, giving me something simple to wear while we travel to the arena. We travel up to the roof together, and thankfully, I don't see Jesse. We'll be dressed at the arena, in the catacombs deep below, so for now we'll remain dressed normally. I don't know what they'll have us in. The outfits are usually ridiculous looking.
A hovercraft stops above us, and a ladder drops down for me to grab on to, I'm surprised however when I'm frozen in place and lifted into the aircraft. Inside, I still can't move until a woman in a lab coat approaches me and injects me with something.
"It's a tracker, so we know where you are in the arena." She tells me without looking up. Of course it is, couldn't have one of your precious tributes missing.
"Thanks for the warning" I grumble when I can finally move, finding a seat and putting my head to my knees.
I stay like that until we arrive, and when I raise my head, the windows to the hovercraft have been blackened, so I won't know where the arena is. Like I'd be able to tell anyone.

I'm taken under the arena, where my prep team wait. They're excited to see me, and when they're finally done with me, they look sad.
"You can't keep getting attached to people who are going to die, you know?" I try and joke, but the words sound so pained. I'm attached to these people too, even if all they do is babble incoherently at me.
They pull me into a hug, and Flavius whispers in my ear "please, at least out live that awful St. James boy."
I laugh. "You can count on it."
And just like that, they're gone, and Will is entering the room, smiling, although the pain in his eyes is clear.
"I'm retiring after this year, you know?" He tells me, still smiling as he helps me dress. "Me and Emma both are. We're getting married, and she's having our child. I don't want the baby brought up around this." I nod in understanding, as he fixes my top. The outfit is all black, from the shoes to the belt, and it's made of a material that's very light. It feels like I'm wearing practically nothing.
He notices. "It's a miracle, what they make in the Capitol." Our eyes meet, and I see tears welling up in his eyes. "I won't tell you anything, because it makes no difference, but if you got out of this, I'd love you to be the godmother to the baby."
I'm shocked at this, we haven't spoken much, and I'm sure he's dressed other tributes before, but I nod. He places the chain that Quinn gave me back round my neck, after it had been checked as safe by the gameskeepers.
"She'll need a strong role model." He steps away as I step onto my metal plate, the one that will haul me into the arena. He looks at me for a second, before taking 3 fingers on his left hand and pressing them to his lips, before holding them out to me. A sign of respect in our district. I feel a tear escape as I mimic him, and then a glass tube shoots down around me.
I take a deep, shaking breath as I'm lifted into the arena. We're on grass, the cornucopia resting in the middle, filled with weapons. I look to my left and see Brittany eyeing me intently. Something I'm glad for, she could've been on the other side of the arena, next to Jesse, who's head I can just make out behind a pack.
I take a deep breath as Artie's voice fills the arena, counting down from sixty. I close my eyes and try to gather my thoughts. I hear the siren blare, and Artie announces "Let the 70th Hunger Games begin!"