This is a long chapter, however each person's POV gets shorter as you go along otherwise it will just get so repetitive. I'll mix up what order the POVs are in so each tribute gets a certain amount of detail :) For example Danny and Katniss aren't in this chapter otherwise it would just be way too long, repetitive and boring but in the next chapter it will have Danny and Katniss doing the Tribute Parade and not Iris and Connectus. Just doing this so the chapters aren't too repetitive and are more enjoyable to read :)

Iris Hound D2

Yoko and I are in the large, ornate hallway of the justice building. It's beautiful in here. Yoko and I aren't really talking much, there's not really that much to say.

Suddenly the doors open and Melissa flies in on us and tells us how proud of us she is in the annoying high-pitched Capitol accent. You can see on both our faces that Yoko and I already don't like Melissa. She grabs our shoulders and forcefully pulls us towards her into a hug.

If she's going to be like this all week, I'm going to be fantasizing about killing her instead of the other tributes. She then turns around and clasps hold of our hands and walks with us out of the door and into a car. The car has blacked out windows from the outside-in but from the inside-out you can see perfectly out. The people of District 2 are blissfully unaware that we're going to the train station. That's a bit weird though, the streets are usually lined with the district citizens all cheering in support for the tributes.

They must all not know or be still be sad over the deaths of 46 other boys and girls which is fair enough.

After a couple of minutes we're at the station platform and are taken straight onto the train. Melissa opens a door on the train and I'm faced with a sight that I've dreamed of for so long. A large room with blue fabric walls and platinum everything else with mahogany tables and chairs, pure luxury. Foods of all different shapes, sizes and colours. Culturally we're getting closer and closer to the Capitol. I can feel and wave of positive energy pass through me and i stride down to the 5 chairs set out for us. Us being Yoko, Melissa, Enobaria, Krakon and I. Enobaria and Krakon are both past victors from District 2.

The 3 of us sit down and Enobaria and Krakon come walking in. I've met Krakon before many times because he's in the training centre all the time, because from our district, if you win, you have to spend 15 years helping to train the next 15 years worth of tributes and seeing as he won 6 years ago, he's been one of my trainers. I think this is his first year being a mentor. However I've never met Enobaria before, she's quite old, about 50 but spends so long in the Capitol each year we barely ever see her in 2 anymore. She isn't usually a mentor but this year they must have let her, they'd do anything for one of their favourite ever victors.

The next few hours are spent getting to know each other and talking about arena strategy. I think I'll join the career pack but leave after a couple of days, I don't want to leave too late and face near-certain death if Yoko is already dead against the two from 1. However I only tell Enobaria this later because I don't want Yoko to know about my deeper plans. She promises not to tell Yoko. I just dearly hope she does choose to keep it.

I go into my room and have an indulgent, steaming hot shower. It's divine and I'm in there for about 25 minutes when I feel my tummy rumble and realise that I haven't eaten since breakfast this morning. I skipped lunch because I was with my parents. So now I'm absolutely famished. I put on a baggy yellow top and some white leggings and go into the food cart.

The others are already there, sitting down for dinner. Dinner goes by quite fast and it's just the same thing about our arena and training strategy. In training I will show off my skills as much as possible. I need to be accepted into the career pack and the bar to get into it will be over twice as high as it usually is. Deep down, I doubt Yoko will get into it.

When we're finished I stand up and go to my room. As soon as I lay my head down onto the soft silky pillow, I'm fast asleep.

I wake up to the sound of Melissa banging hard and fast on my door. She's screaming at me and sounds almost in tears. Oh my god you stupid woman, just shut up!, I think. I open the door and as soon as she sees my unamused face she straightens her arched back and composes herself. She tells me that I have missed breakfast and we are just pulling into the Capitol now.

I slip the same clothes as yesterday and go into the smaller entry cart where Yoko, Krakon and Enobaria already are. Melissa joins us and we're ready to go.

The train comes to a halt and the door slides open. There's a glass walkway from the train into another building which I think is where we will be for the next few hours before the tribute parade tonight. Lining the 40 or so metre walkway are thousands of screaming fans all cheering and waving. They're all being pushed up against the walkway and it's quite funny seeing their expressions.

Enobaria tells us that we certainly won't like all the flashes, but we must try and compose ourselves and look happy. We don't want to look miserable. As soon as we step off that train, people already start placing odds on us winning or not. I need to make a good impression.

First Melissa steps off and runs to the building 40m away. Next is Krakon and then Enobaria. Yoko goes next but is covering his head with his hands. What is he doing?! He needs to make a good impression! Next me. I step out and can see what Yoko was hiding away from. the flashes are almost blinding and the sound is deafening. But I must make a good impression. I slowly strut to the other side. I really want to cover my eyes and face but I must make a good impression. I must.

After what seems like ages I get into the building on the other side. I meet my stylist and go to the prep room.

Connectus Jones D3

Electron and I are in the hallway of the Justice Building. I'm feeling physically sick, I will never see my family again. I mean, I might do. But my odds of winning will be something like a billion to one. Behind us I hear a high-pitched squeal and turn right around. Sassy is there with her arms out wide, ready to hug us to death. I need a hug right now anyway so I graciously accept, even if it is from a Capitol citizen who finds children dying entertaining. However she is one of the nicer people from the Capitol. I remember Beetee, an ex-victor talking on the district radio about some crazy people in the Capitol who don't actually like the games. How weird. I thought they all love it. Well anyway, I think Sassy is one of them and only became an escort because she wanted to help the tributes feel better about themselves.

She takes us into a car. It's really comfy as cars go. I mean, I've never actually been in a car before but I think it would be one of the better ones seeing as we're tributes for the games next week. When we get to the station, there's no one there to take our pictures or anything. The Capitol must want the fact that we're being transported to the Capitol to be a top-secret operation in the districts so they show the districts that they can do anything without them even knowing or something like that, they're always up to mischief int the districts.

We get onto the train and as soon as we're on the train starts to move. We hear some shouting out the window and the driver realises he's left someone behind that wasn't on the train already. They must be in some sort of rush or something. We're taken into a very long cart with some casual chairs and a coffee table at one end and then a formal dinner table at the end. The room is decorated extremely lavishly and I'm marginally taken back by how nice it is. I always knew the Capitol citizens were as selfish as you can get but I didn't realise they were this bad. It's practically criminal. We're living in a hole compared to this, and it's only a train cart! I can't begin to imagine what it'll be like when we're actually in the Capitol!

I say that I'm tired and despite Sassy's protests I go to my room and slam the door shut. As soon as I'm there all alone, I collapse on the floor in tears. It's the first time that I've had a proper cry since mum died. It's the first time that I've had the chance to. I mean, when I was reaped, it all happened so fast and there was no time for crying in the games. When I was back in the district, I didn't want to cry because there was surely going to be secret reporters in bunkers underground tracking everyone's moves, making sure we don't commit suicide or something, and I didn't want to appear weak so I never cried. There won't be cameras in here, I hope. There won't be, but still, I'm not 100% sure, there's no saying what the Capitol would do to entertain their beloved citizens.

I plonk myself onto my bed and just sit there with my back to the head-board, my knees up and my head down between them. I sob for about 3 hours straight. Sassy knocks on my door once of twice, telling me that dinner is ready and everything but I just do not care at all. In about a week, I will be dead, and I know it.

After I've probably cried all of the water out of my body, I realise that I'm starving. I jump out of bed, wipe away my tears, and go to the cart where we were before. An elderly Beetee is in there sitting on the sofa reading a book. It's late now and I hope he wasn't waiting for me. It turns out he was.

"Crying isn't going to do much good you know Connectus, we were talking about strategies at dinner, you should have been there. Electron got some great tips," he starts the conversation with.

"Yeah well he's 18 in the hardest games ever, and I'm 14, in the hardest games ever. I think he's got more of a chance than me you know."

"There's always a chance."

"No there's really not, if this were a normal year, I'd happily accept your expert advice, but it isn't. I'm against super-careers who will probably kill me in the first 5 seconds. I'm going to die." My voice is quickly raising in volume until I'm shouting full-pelt at him, "I'm never ever going to see my family again all because of some stupid bloody people 100 fucking years ago that decided that they would rebel against the fucking Capitol!" I realise that I'm in tears now.

"Come here," Beetee says in a caring manner. He beckons me over and I sit down next to him. I rest my head on his chest and he strokes my hair, calming me right down. "Everything is going to be alright."

I know it's not, he knows it's not, but for the moment, it's calming me down and making me feel alright. I yawn and my eyes begin to close. I rest my head down on his lap and fall right asleep.

I wake and I'm in my bed. I slip on the same green silky dress I was wearing when Sassy picked us up from the hall and walk barefoot into the dining cart. Sassy makes some smart-arsed comment about me not being at dinner yesterday. Well no way Sassy! I haven't eaten in about 2 days now, I was going to eat last night but I was screaming at Beetee and then fell asleep on his lap and woke up in bed.

I've never seen so much food before and don't know where to start. I have some bacon and some fried egg and some sausage and some weird pastry thing that tastes delicious. I smother the whole thing in maple syrup which I've only ever had once before and eat the whole thing in one go. Even when anyone tries to say something to me, I just reply with 1 word answers, no one can get in between me and my food.

I go up for seconds but the usually nice Sassy stops me and says we're 30 seconds from the Capitol. I was so engulfed in my food that I didn't realise we were in the tunnel. The windows have gone completely black. Here we go.

Sassy lines the 4 of us up at the doorway. She'll go first, followed by Beetee, then Electron, then me. She doesn't say anything about how to present ourselves so I just decide that i will leg it through the walkway the door slides open and the flashes are really bright.

Sassy goes out and struts her stuff for the cameras. She must be a celebrity in the Capitol. Next is Beetee who tries to walk as fast as he can. He can't exactly walk in his elderly state. Electron walks slowly but looks like he's really struggling. Now me. I leg it from the door to the building on the other side. I hate it, I can't imagine what it's like to walk.

I get into the next building and Sassy takes me to a lift, presses me a button and wishes me luck with my prep-team.

So that's the end of this chapter! I hope you enjoyed it and the next one will be up soon :)