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Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games, but I'm working on it ;P

A/N: hi! Okay, this is probably a BIT too late, BUT I picture Abe Everdeen ( Katniss' dad) with an Australian accent! And why, you say? Because IM Australian! YAY! It just feels right for me!

ANYWAY! This is VERY important information here!

You see, since Madge is now "Maysilee", everyone can't call her Madge, THEREFORE everyone calls her Mayze! Since it sounds like Maysilee, but still sounds like Madge! PLUS it was her nickname in 12!

ENJOY!

Madge was the first to wake up. She sat on the plush seats and was looking at the Reapings for the other districts. I watched her for awhile. I had never really noticed her before, never really taken time to watch her like I did with Maysilee.

I noticed that Madge would slightly bite the inside of her cheek when she was worried, and she would slightly narrow her eyes when she was concentrating. She was nothing like Maysilee.

"Are you going to continue starring at me?" Madge asked.

"Only if you want me to." Madge shifted her body and patted the seat next to her. I sat beside her and we watched the Reapings together.

"The Careers are the usual. Stuck up and most likely to win." Madge sighs.

I drape my arm around her. She stiffens at the gesture and I laugh. I decide to have some fun ad I move closer to her and snuggle myself closer to her.

"Haymitch! Get off of me!" she blushes. She wriggles out of my arm, and I literally fall of the sofa in a fit of laughter.

"Mayze, chill! You're so uptight!" Madge's face grows red and she runs off. When I have finally put myself together, I see Janice Mellark staring at me with curious eyes.

"Hey, Janice. Are you okay?" Janice's bright blue eyes squint and her eyebrows furrow together. She looks a lot like her older brother.

"You're very immature. You should apologize to Mayze. She doesn't appreciate you being mean to her." Janice turns her back to me and walks off into the kitchen. I small smile creeps onto my face. Being mean, I think. Janice's innocence amuses me, yet it saddens me. In less than a week Janice will most likely be dead. So will we all, really.

Quill yells for us all to unboard the train, and at the sight if the Capital, I am speechless. Not because of the beautiful architecture, but the ridiculous outfit that they people all wore. Bright yellows, to sullen reds, to even fluro green. It was atrocious.

In no time, we were whisked away to out Stylist. Their names were Crook and Dame, a dark skinned couple. Standing next to Crook, the female, was a small boy. The whole family looked rather normal compared to the rest of the Capital.

"Cinna, go to Aunt Clary." Crook whispers. The little boy, who must be Cinna, runs off into another room.

Crook and Dame stare at the four of us with great curiosity. Dame clears his throat.

"Firstly, may I say you all are very attractive. That will prove you well in the arena. Next, is your hair, sweetie," Dame takes a lock of Mayze's hair and squints at it. "You have beautiful honey hair, just horrible dead ends."

Crook walks to Connor and Janice.

"You two are very young. We don't want to change you too much. Hmm, here's how it will go. The two eldest will be coal, and the both of you will be the coal miners!" Crook cheers. A group of people rush into the room and take Janice and Connor away.

"Since there are double the tributes this year, we will have to divide the four of you in teams! I will be the Stylist for the little ones!" Crook kisses Dame good bye and walks away in the direction Janice and Connor were taken.

Mayze and I were lead to another room. The prep team came to us, and started automatically. They talked an awful lot, and every so often, Mayze and I would share a glance.

"But did you hear? Butter cheated on Ham, so they broke it off! I can't believe you missed last night episode of Hossip Twirl!"

I looked to Mayze and smirked. She mouthed something to me, which looked a lot like the words 'Help me'

I was finished first, and was forced to watch Mayze's 'make-over' as the prep team called it.

They cut her hair until it just below her shoulders, which gave her an edgier and more sophisticated look. The plucked her eyebrows, making her eyes stand out more. All together, by the time they were down, she looked gorgeous. Not angelic like Maysilee, but her own type. She looked like a wild and exotic, yet looked pure and innocent.

"How does she look, Haymitch? Do you think we did a good job?" one of them asked.

I nodded my head, my eyebrows raised and my mouth open.

"Close your damn mouth, Mitch." She whispered, a crimson blush filling in her cheeks. I grin at her.

"Well, you two look fab-u-LOUS! Now, just head back to the room we were in before, and Dame will get you ready!"

I link my arm with Mayze's and we walk together. As we pass the other tributes, something becomes clear. We are the only ones that still look like ourselves. The other tributes are being dyed, painted and even bejeweled. It is a gruesome sight, so when we reach the room, we shut the door as fast as we can.

Sitting in a chair, reading a book is Dame.

"Well, hello you two. What's the rush?" he teases.

"Um, nothing really, besides the fact that every other tribute is having a surgery of some sort?" I say sarcastically. Dame shakes his head, a lop sided grin on his face.

"Yes, well, be thankful I'm not that cruel!" he laughs.

"Why not?" Mayze asks Dame. Dame looks up at them.

"Because I want the audience to remember you. Not some plastic face, you. And any way, the Capital's idea of fashion is disturbing. The clothes themselves, brilliant! The makeup and colors, please, someone find me a bucket!" we all laugh when Dame says this, because, for some strange reason, it's funny.

"So, what you're idea?" I ask.

"Well, since you two are coal, we're thinking to make you look like you're on fire."

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