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MOCKINGJAY SPOILERS!
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"Katniss, hurry," Again Effie calls, "You wouldn't fancy to be late for your interviews! It may be later on tonight, but the faster we arrive, the faster we leave!"

Oh, Effie…

Remembering my late appearance last night, I drag myself out of the bed, and rush to the door. On my way out, I managed to just come face-to-face with Effie Trinket, only inches separated our faces from one another.

"Goodness, Katniss," Effie retreats, taking small and many steps back. "Why the rush?"

Just like Effie.

Moments passed when the train ride was sent to a halt, and Effie, dressed in now dark attire completed with beads and flowers, danced to the outskirts of the train. Well, her bright pink wig seems to enlighten her clothing… She waits patiently as the doors creak slightly open, her eyes poking through the window that stands at her side.

I follow closely behind her, still in my ragged clothing. Wouldn't Effie have commanded my changing of clothes by now? Or is she too delusional from the excitement of being in the Capitol?

Then something manages to alert my thoughts... Cinna. Could he possibly return? If the tributes are back couldn't Cinna be back as well? What about Portia and Peeta's prep team? Is it likely for them to all be waiting at the moment?

"Effie!" I say loud enough to get her attention.

"Yes?" She continues to glare in awe through the window. "Go on. I'm sure we'll be there anyhow, Katniss. It surely won't take long…" I stare, unable to comprehend her words. What is she talking about this time? Her pale face bobs in my direction and her old pink 'hair' bounds around her head, showing I've gotten her attention. "Hmm?"

I suppose that the Now or Never policy makes its entrance here. "What about Cinna?" I ask in hope for a good answer. "Is he alive? And Portia too?"

Effie places her skeletal finger close to her lips, "It's a surprise, Katniss dear. You'll soon see." She gives me a scary white grin, which answers my question, and turns back to exit the train as the doors start to open fully this time.

Yes. My heart skips a beat. Cinna is really alive. I can see him once more. All I need to do is survive a day in the Capitol. Like before, a day can be torturous.

The first step I obtain on Capitol grounds drives me back to my first day here. The whole sight was spectacular before, and it still is now. The shiny luster glimmering off the buildings and skyscrapers stand magnificently atop the solid, hard packed earth of the one place we all dread.

When Effie and I manage to get out, Peeta and Haymitch are already making their way in the training center's gate, but with Effie's urge to be there on time we're also able to catch up. Peeta is dressed in a beautiful tuxedo all ready to make his entrance, and Haymitch holds a bundle of white cloth in his arms. He doesn't seem to have a drink with him which I can tell is almost driving him insane.

"It's worthy that you care enough for your outer shell, Haymitch, to not clutch a bottle in one hand." Effie smiles for whatever camera has her under surveillance.

Haymitch, though, only grumbles. "Here," He turns to me, avoiding Effie's questionable gaze. "You look pretty poor," He tosses me the cloth, looking weary, which may be a result of not having liquor by his side.

I catch the clothing graciously, somewhat testing my mentor's throwing accuracy. Then, after receiving an insulting glare from Haymitch and Effie, I unravel it to see an amazing dress with long see-through sleeves and a thick snow white blouse. The bottom is full and is covered in soft material not to mention its quiet heavy. I stare at it for as long as I can, wondering about my stylist, and if he's thinking about me right now.

But I can only still see him being beat to the ground by the Capitol men, just because of his design. His Mockingjay design. A sign of rebellion, a beautiful piece.

"Let's get you tidied up for your talk with Caesar." Effie rushes, putting a cold hand on my shoulder, and escorts the three of us through the gates and into the large elevator.

The elevator is the exact same as I remember it being; only this time I don't have the urge to ride it again. It's almost like we're going back into the arena for the first time, but in a way it's not. We are going back in the arena, but this time we know exactly who we'll be fighting and what they can do. I'm not worried, but I get a bit agitated when I imagine what sadistic way the Careers plan to take Peeta and me out. Brutally, anything in their force can be used, and I'm not looking forward to Clove shoving a knife through my back.

In no time the elevator comes to an end and the doors are shoved open, revealing a nice looking hallway. It's the exact same as the one we had walked through in our first Games. Way to go for the moment.

I could literally hold a tour, going around saying and pointing: "This is where I spoke to Cinna! And this is where I saw my prep team! And, oh, this is where I shoved Peeta into a vase, cutting his hands…"

I'm sure the Capitol will just adore that.

Effie takes me to a random room and opens the door with a smile, "This is your new room, Katniss," She says, waving me into the chilly space. Haymitch shows Peeta to his room, but doesn't bother to open the door for him. When Peeta walks in, Haymitch frowns, his voice following after him. "Don't expect me to do everything, boy."

Effie gives him a long, cold stare, "Come, Haymitch." She almost spits, "A certain somebody wants to see us." She flashes me another creepy grin, tilting her head slightly, and walks off, Haymitch right behind her.

Peeta laughs, "Are they acting a bit strange to you?" He asks, waiting for the both of them to be out of earshot.

"They've always been strange to me," I say under my breath, but I manage to laugh with him despite what we'll be dealing with tonight.

"You should get ready, Katniss. Haymitch demanded I should early." He tells me. "I'll be waiting out here if you want; I don't need anything from my room actually."

I nod towards him, and step into my new room, closing the door tightly behind me. I slip off my worn clothes and replace them with the dress Haymitch had given me. It seems to fit perfectly, but if Cinna had designed it, it probably would. I let my hair fall from its traditional braid and brush through it with my fingertips. My room looks the same as it had before too. Almost nothing has changed, but I don't really put much thought into it.

So much space, but nothing to waste it up with.

I slip on some white heals that sit on my bed and take a few steps in them. Once I'm sure I have the hang of it I step outside with Peeta.

"You don't want to braid your hair?" He asks, a bit surprised, as I lock the door.

I shake my head, wondering what my mother must be feeling like right now. "Not today," I don't want to even think about her reaction when we go into the arena again. She'll be horrified, and I can't keep myself distracted about that. Not when I have to pretend to be proud for the audience in a few minutes.

The elevator dings and opens for Haymitch and Effie to see us down the hallway. Effie gestures for us to join them, and we do, reluctantly. Her face lightens up at the sight of our clothing.

"Oh, Katniss, you look beautiful!" She says as we enter. "And you too, Peeta."

Peeta turns a bright red. I don't think anyone has called him beautiful, or at least I hope no one has, coming from anyone but Effie would be a bit creepy.

I don't pay them any attention and end up lost in my own thoughts. I'll be seeing my fellow tributes in a few minutes again. Am I excited? No, not really. I want to see Rue again, but not the looks I'll receive from the other tributes. Especially not the Careers…

Ding!

The elevator breaks my train of thought, and the doors open for us. The room is a bit unfamiliar and lights shine everywhere almost blinding me. I see Peeta's hand hover over his eyes, showing he, too, is having problems with the lighting. Basically, I can only see a big white blob in front of us, and then after my eyes adjust I can make out the stage in the center of the room. It's decorated with all sorts of colorful items and chairs. And in those chairs are 22 familiar faces.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," I hear Caesar Flickerman cry, "Here are your 74th Hunger Games victors!"

Have you ever had a day when you just wanted to... cry? Just cry, and never stop? Well, today has been one of those days for me.

Anyway, yeah, that was fast... I must have skipped plenty of the deatils I wanted to add in.

They are now in the Capitol. And are about to perfrom their amazing interviews, Katniss and Peeta. And the tributes;D But THIS interview will ONLY be for the Pre-Capitol chapters. Caesar is only evaluating how they feel about the decision now. So, yeah, good luck with that...

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