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Maysilee

Our floor is adorned with a dining area, couches surrounding a tv, a deck on which we can look out onto the city, and all sorts of other furniture and accessories that compass the space. Off of the main room is a hallway that holds our rooms in which Rosale tells us we can find our belongings that we brought with us from the train.

Rosale shows each of us which room is ours and then allows us to do whatever we like until dinner that will take place in an hour or so.

I make my way to my room which is the third door on the right of the hall. I scan the room and notice that it is bigger than most of the houses in the seam. It contains a wardrobe filled with an assortment of clothes that I can choose from the wear, and a bed that is next to a window overlooking the city. There is even a little seating area and a machine with which I can order a variety of food from. I see another door in the room besides the entrance and open it to see what is inside. It's a bathroom the size of my room back home. There is a shower, tub, a huge vanity, and a device next to the shower that I have no idea what it does.

I decide to take a shower before dinner because it'd like to get out this costume and I feel kind of dirty from the makeup and from sweating a lot earlier during the chariot ride because I was so nervous.

The shower is so large that if I were to lie down on the tile and stretched my hands over my hand I'd still not be able to touch both sides. There are so many different buttons inside the shower for different types of shampoo, soap, body wash, and shower pressure options that it takes me five minutes to figure out which buttons I need to push for what I want.

After my shower I step out and the device that I previously had no idea what it did comes to life. It's radiating heat so I step onto it and in an instant my body and hair are dry. So I put on a robe and go into my room to pick out something to wear.

There is still twenty minutes to spare after I pick out a pair of jeans, a light blue top, and a pair of grey sandals to wear and I haven't had much time to myself lately so I decide to order something to snack on.

The machine has hundreds of options and finally I just decide an apple since I should try to eat healthy foods to help prepare myself for the Games.

As my thoughts turn to the Games I think of the different aspects of them including the fact that they're televised and that my family might have to watch me die. Televised. Cameras. Then I'm thinking about the fact that there are cameras everywhere in the capitol and I remember Damon's threat to Haymitch; about how he can't hide because the cameras would spot him in no time. Because they are watching our every move. That thought makes me feel uncomfortable and paranoid, and now being by myself doesn't appear very appealing anymore. So I throw away my apple and head to the main room.

When I arrive all the other tributes are there and I see that I'm not the only one who decided to wash off the makeup and change. Everyone is sporting new clothes and I can't help but notice Haymitch's muscles bulging a little underneath his somewhat tight fitting black tee when we appears with Rosale. She directs us to the dining room and we all follow suit behind her.

There are 6 table settings; four for us tributes and the other two are for Rosale and Damon. After the five of us take our seats, Haymitch is on my right and Lucy on my left, Damon saunters in from his room and sits beside Rosale. He doesn't seem to be in a good mood, but then again, when does he ever? We all pile food onto our plates and Rosale begins the conversation.

"You all really did look great out there today! You're costumes her fabulous!"

That's an overstatement. While our costumes were good compared to District 12 standard they didn't compare what so ever to the costumes of some of the other districts. The District 4 tributes for example wore flowy blue gowns to give you a feel of the ocean that is apart of their district.

"Was the Capitol impressed?" Lucy inquires. I'm surprised that she's spoken. She has been pretty quite this whole time; mainly listening to our conversations instead of partaking in them. But who am I to judge, I haven't been much of a talker earlier.

"They are always impressed, my dear." Rosale replies. "They love seeing what the stylists can do to make you guys reflect your districts. They are always excited for that."

I'm not really sure this is what Lucy was asking, but before I can make up my mind on weather to comment or not Jarod speaks up.

"Did they like us though?"

"Of course, they did!" Rosale says. "Who wouldn't?"

I still don't think Rosale is answering their question and Haymitch seems to think so too because he enters the conversation and says, "I think what they are trying to ask is, are we going to get sponsors?"

Rosale seems a little affronted by the straightforwardness of his question as she replies, "Well, um, I'm not sure. It's up to Damon to seal the deal with the sponsors. All I can do is just try to persuade them. But the people of the Capitol can be easily wavered. When they see your training scores, or even during your interview, they might change their mind. You've got to hold them. Make them want to sponsor you. You guys will be fine!"

So in other words, remain on the top of your game throughout your time here in the Capitol because one false move, even at the very end, could cause you to lose your sponsors. Every last one. Great, I fret, as if I wasn't nervous enough. If I don't obtained and keep any sponsors then my chances of making it out of the Games are slim to non existent.

Rosale breaks me away from my thoughts as she says, "So tomorrow is your first training day. You guys need to be up and really for breakfast at seven thirty. And please don't throw any of the alarm clocks at the door when I knock."

I can't help but notice her staring in Haymitch's direction as she sasy this. That thought actually brings a smile to my face as I think about the humor of that situation that I'm assuming has already occurred.

And sure enough Haymitch is replying to her request with, "Well could you give us a chance to wake up before you pound the door off and give us a headache?"

"Haymitch, shut up." Damon responds. "Just get up when she knocks. Tomorrow, we will talk strategy. Be here. At seven thirty. No delays and no excuses. I will personally kick your butt if you are not here then."

That seems to put an end to the conversation and everyone eats in silence. I'm a slow eater and before I know it the only ones left in the room are Haymitch and myself.

Haymitch seems more social now that it's just the two of us and he asks, "How do you think we did today at the ceremony?"

I'm curious why he's asking me this when this same conversation occurred a half hour ago but I respond anyways. "Well our costumes were decent compared to past years and the crowd seemed to like us. So I wouldn't count us out of the running just yet!" Then I respond with my own question, "Why are you asking me about this when Rosale already told us how she thinks we did?"

He seems to think it over a minute and replies, "Because…I value your opinion over some lady's from the Capitol."

I laugh, quite flattered. "Isn't that the point though? That the people from the Capitol think we did great?"

"I know, but you know what I mean." He says as we get up from the table and make our ways towards our rooms where everyone else has likely disappeared too.

The weird thing is is that I think I do know what he means. I'd trust his judgment over Rosale's or any other persons' here, though I'm not really sure why. Maybe it's because I've felt a bond towards him since he comforted me on the chariot ride earlier today. So I just reply with a simple, "Yea, I know."

We walk in silence, both caught up in our thoughts, as we reach the hallway containing our rooms when Haymitch bursts out, "I miss them. My mother and brother."

I reach out for his hand and give it squeeze. My heart aches for my loved ones back home as I reply, "I miss mine too."

We are at my door so I turned towards Haymitch and whisper, "Goodnight Haymitch" as I quickly give him a huge.

"Goodnight Maysilee", He whispers back.

We break apart, look at each other one last time, and then he heads down the hall as I open and then quietly shut the door behind me.

As I quickly change into something comfortable to sleep in, I think about my hug with Haymitch. I'm not sure what prompted me to do it, maybe it was my overflowing emotions from missing my friends and family and the fact he's a living reminder of home… I'm not sure, but as I crawl into bed I know this is going to be a restless night.

Haymitch

As I enter my room, I am completely taken by surprise by how nice it is. There is a closet full of clothes, which you have to use the programmer to pick them out. A king size bed is sitting in the middle of the room, with little chocolates on the pillows. The bathroom alone is ten times bigger than the bathroom at my home in District Twelve. The shower looks so complicated with the hundreds of buttons. Not to mention the thousands of other things in the bathroom that have panels, buttons, and knobs. I can even order food through the microphone in the corner of the room by reading what I want off of the menu. It's all you can eat and it comes in less than a minute.

I eat some snacks that I ordered and then hop in the shower. After I learn how to turn the water on, which involved cursing at the shower and pressing all of the buttons on until I got a nice hot spray of water falling out of the faucet, I go out and this loud sounds comes and a heat wave dries off. I combed my hair and found some nice jeans and a nice black t-shirt. For some reason, I feel like looking nice for dinner. I never comb my hair. Usually I just ruffle it up and go with it. It's curly but it lies flat, so I really .don't have to comb it. And I really don't care what it looks like in District Twelve, but here I do. I don't know why, but for some reason I feel like I have to impress Maysilee. She's always so… together. Her long blonde hair and striking blue eyes are really attractive. I've seen her at school and she's always been really nice. She doesn't go around all antisocial and angry like I do. I like how she is. I want to impress her. I want her to like me.

Rosale comes to retrieve me for dinner and we head down the hall to the dining room. In the middle of the room, there is a table with a ton of food on it. I just realized how hungry I was. All of this food looks so good and if I'm going to die in the arena, I might as well stuff myself while I have the chance.

I sit next to Maysilee. That's good. Maybe I can walk her to her room after dinner. I want to talk to her.

Damon comes in after we all sit down. He looks angry. I wonder what put him in a bad mood. Maybe it's because he has to mentor me. I know he doesn't like me. He hates me. I would put a bet on it that he won't send me a single thing while I'm in the arena.

We load our plates with food and start digging in. It's really delicious. And it's really rich. I can tell that I'm going to have a hard time keeping it down tonight.

"You all really did look great out there today! You're costumes her fabulous!" Rosale says.

I'm wondering if we made an impression. Are we going to get any sponsors? I know we can only really rely on the Capitol for sponsors. District Twelve doesn't have the money. And all of the other districts are going to sponsor their own tributes, no questions asked. That's just how it goes. The Capitol people are the only ones that sponsor for whoever they think are the prettiest or coolest. Sometimes they judge on whom they think will win, but we dress up and try to impress them with our looks at the opening ceremony for a reason. They want the good lookers.

"Was the Capitol impressed?" Lucy asks. That's the first time I've ever heard her talk. She usually sits quietly and stays out of the conversations.

"They are always impressed, my dear." Rosale answers. "They love seeing what the stylists can do to make you guys reflect your districts. They are always excited for that."

"Did they like us though?" Jarod asks. Same thing with him. He doesn't talk very much either.

"Of course, they did!" Rosale says. "Who wouldn't?"

"I think what they are trying to ask is, are we going to get sponsors?" I butt in. Jarod and Lucy look at me. I know I'm right. I wanted to know the same thing.

"Well, um, I'm not sure. It's up to Damon to seal the deal with the sponsors. All I can do is just try to persuade them. But the people of the Capitol can be easily wavered. When they see your training scores, or even during your interview, they might change their mind. You've got to hold them. Make them want to sponsor you. You guys will be fine!" Rosale explains.

Well that's reassuring. The people of the Capitol are like dogs. Very easily distracted.

"So tomorrow is your first training day. You guys need to be up and really for breakfast at seven thirty. And please don't throw any of the alarm clocks at the door when I knock." Rosale looks pointedly at me. Well, what can I say? I wanted to go back to sleep.

"Well could you give us a chance to wake up before you pound the door off and give us a headache?" I ask. She is now glaring at me.

"Haymitch, shut up." Damon says. "Just get up when she knocks. Tomorrow, we will talk strategy. Be here. At seven thirty. No delays and no excuses. I will personally kick your butt if you are not here then." And there is another pointed glare in my direction.

As we finish dinner, Rosale actually has nothing to say. That's a first. Everyone else has left the dining room and it's just me and Maysilee left.

"How do you think we did today at the ceremony?" I ask.

She looks confused. Then she says "Well our costumes were decent compared to past years and the crowd seemed to like us. So I wouldn't count us out of the running just yet! Why are you asking me about this when Rosale already told us how she thinks we did?" I guess she got to the base of her confusion.

I have to think about this for a few seconds. Why did I want to know what she thinks? "Because… I value your opinion over some lady's from the Capitol."

She laughs. I think I said the right thing. Not that I was trying to, it's just I guess she likes that I think more of her opinion than anybody else here. I hardly ever talk to Jarod or Lucy. "Isn't that the point though? That the people from the Capitol think we did great?" She says.

"I know, but you know what I mean." I say. We get up from the table and head to our rooms. "Yea, I know." She says quietly.

We don't talk much as we walk down the hall. I actually spend the whole time thinking about how much I miss my mother and Eric. And I'm also wondering if Maysilee and I would have ever even talked if we weren't forced into this.
"I miss them. My mother and brother." And as I say this I feel sad. Will I ever see them again? How will they get through the next few weeks? I don't want them to watch me die. She slowly grabs my hand and squeezes it.

"I miss my family too." She says.

When we reach her door she looks at me and whispers, "Goodnight Haymitch" and gives me a hug.

"Goodnight Maysilee" I whisper back.

I walk down the hall and look back at her room. I want to go back there and talk to her more. But I don't. I go to my room and change into some pajamas and hop into bed. I toss and turn for a few minutes. Then I sit up. I just can't get comfortable enough to sleep. And I'm just too wired about what just happened. I leave my room and walk around the hallway until I find a huge window at the end. From it, I can see President Snow's mansion. I can see the train station, where we came in at and I can see a party going on down on the streets. There are so many people dressed up funny, dancing around and drinking.

Watching the party going on annoys me, so I head back to my room and climb into bed.