"Good Luck, you two," Portia greets gleefully, "The Capitol will remember this for sure."
"Right," Haymitch says. "Make yourselves memorable not despised. District 1 sure didn't get a lot of love in the last few years."
And that's surely right. Glimmer thinking she's so beautiful, Marvel killed Rue, Cashmere was pretty stuck up in her interviews, and Gloss…
Peeta and I take hands, joining the rest of the tributes outside.
Peeta's clothing is exactly similar to mine. Only they're bigger since he's more muscular and taller than I am. He still has the same T-shirt, the same jeans, and the same boots. Ever year we've had basically the same outfit, as did the other Districts.
District 1 is already making their selves loved again by the time the Opening Ceremonies begin. They should get pretty far with that until one of them slips up. Most of the tributes have improved their outfits from their last Opening Ceremony. Or rather their stylists have.
In a swift blast, the tributes from District 2 and 3 have passed. And District 4 is looking more radiant than ever as well, clearly ready to outshine everyone else. Whatever makes District 4 so loved is beyond me. I catch a glimpse of Foxface from Five and soon Rue and Thresh are making their entrance.
And then its only Peeta and I left.
Among the crowd is Haymitch, Effie by his side. The two are already seeing to our sponsors. District 12 has gotten a lot of attention because of the show we had put on before. I suppose, it proves not be much of a show now... My resistance about it only made it more popular for the audience.
More than likely that's why we're back in the Capitol. Not because of the berry stunt, but because the audience demands more of the Star-Crossed- Lovers.
Light opens up on Peeta and me as we're revealed to the crowd. And the audience couldn't simply get any louder. They're already shouting and clapping, lights from cameras flashing in our faces. It disturbs me to wave and smile, but if we're going to get out of the arena alive, I need to do it.
I glance at Peeta for a slight moment, wondering if he's decided to show joy, and he has. He's always been good with the Capitol, never having to struggle for their interest. His blue eyes stay focused on one part of the crowd, and I try to find exactly what has caught his attention.
And then I see it. Or him if you want to be technical.
President Snow is among the crowd, his large lips a bit cracked in his frozen smile.