I sit on a sterile chair in the re-make centre, this place is cleaner than twos hospitals, the chair is a blue leather, I had to change out of my fancy clothes into a thin blue robe, I sit there the room was cold and desolate, there was no decoration. It wasn't a typical over the top capitol room.

The door swings open and a gaggle of weirdly dressed people fly in. On grabs my face moving it left and right the over peels my gown off, talking to each other at such a high speed I have no idea what's going on, except my naked body is lying on a cold leather whilst 3 extravagantly dressed people talk in such a way it feels like a different language. They stop for a second. Rolling over a trolly full of weird parchments, wax, scissors they look like tourture devices.

I get a good look at them , the prep team, they each seem to have different colour themes yellow, pink and blue. What shocks me the most is the pink one he even has pink dyed skin. The most normal looking is the blue one. And his no where near casual, he wears a sequin top hat covering his blue sleek hair, he has extavargent make up and feathers connected to his eyelids,they flutter when he blinks.the yellow one has so many face pericings in I thought  her whole face would drop off. They all seem to be wearing the same bedazzled 3 pice suit in their colours . I guess this is signifying they are a team.

They each come over and excitedly shake my hand pulling it so hard my arm feels like it might fall off. The blue on introduces himself as Desmond, he's the stylist he stands and watches as yellow (petunia) and pink (jayus). Work on me.

They lay the wax on my skin taking off any body hair I have, then they go up to my face, I'm slightly scared there going to take off my eyebrows, but they just shape around them. It's painful but not as bad as fights at the academy, talking about the academy, it has left me with several bruises and scars, pink and yellow dart around my body covering up any bruise I might have. And when they're satisfied with my skin they move to my nails cutting them into shape. After they've done they rub ointment onto my body. Soothing the shade of red brought on by the waxing.

It's Desmond's turn now, I've seen him before. His old but he tries to look young. I'd seen him work his way from styling 12 to us. His been with district 2 for over 10 years now. I trust him to create an impression. To get me sponsors, my skill alone won't keep me alive. I know that.

He tells me to stand I obey and I instinctively go to cover my body with my hands hating the vulnerability. He mutters something to himself then hands me the gown. And beckons me to follow him through a door on the other side of the room. There is a table set with again a variety of lunch foods. Pink and Yellow (I already forgot there names again, they're unimportant anyway) are already eating and chatting to Enobria on the other side of the table. The room is small and has one long panel window showing cars and pedestrians walking along. I don't think they can see in. Otherwise there would be cameras pointing up and you never see this process on the TV. I bet my parents are sitting watching it now, waiting for their daughter to come on screen. The commentators will probably be talking now. The room is mostly taken up by a wooden table, connected to two purple plush benches on etheir side. Desmond slid in next to yellow. So I sat next to Enobria; Brutus must be with Cato.

When I sit Enobria grabs a plate and puts it in front of me using the tongs to fill my plate the same as hers. I don't normally eat lunch. Looking at it makes my stomach turn.

"I'm not hungry" it's a lie but the automatic response comes all the same

"I don't care" Enobria

I could argue further but I don't bother eating slowly this is the first time I really hear Desmond speak. He speaks weird. It must be a trend, this isn't a normal captiol accent. He adds in extra zeds and makes letters seem harsher than the should be.

"Smaller than the normal district 2. Might be hard to make look strong.Yes?" He talks as if I'm not here "I'm amazing at my job ze will look like a gladiator, nevertheless, when finished. So what iz de angle we are going for?"
He looks at Enobria for a reply but doesn't give her the chance. "From what we've seen so far we think sadistic,unhinged, slightly psychotic. Eh but her build makes her sweet an-"

He is cut off by my table knife gliding through the air. Cutting off some of his feather eyelash before logging itself in the wall behind.
What they were talking about me like I wasn't there he said I wouldn't look strong and even called me sweet.

I see Enobrias lip curl up into a smirk. Blink and you would miss it though. I don't try to hide my smirk. I cross my arms and lean back into my chair. Complete shock registers on there faces and they squeal like I'd actually hit one of them. They all run out of the room. Maybe I am a bit to 'unhinged' for them

"You are bloody psychotic" Enobria states before actually letting herself smile. This is the first I've seen her really let her defences down.by that I mean show genuine emotion. She gets up and swaggers over to the wall, pulling the knife out.

"You'll need this"

I sigh there's still a plateful of food in front of me. 

"If I eat this I will look massive for the parade and nobody will sponsor me because they'll think I'm lazy and slow. Because I'm taking up the whole carriage"

Enobria looks almost sad "I like you kid, I saw how you fought that girl. But there's somthing about you. I don't want you to bring Shame to the districts by dying by your own faults. I want you or Cato to come home"

"I didn't think you cared" I say

"Nethier did I, but when Nimit said she caught you together, I thought you two were weak, but maybe your stronger together, it's sad you both had to go into the same games. You can never show it though" she says

"Show what?" I ask

"That your not the sadistic, psychotic killer the captiol see you as"

The last sentence seems like a warning. It feels odd talking like this to Enobria. And if on cue. The Technicoloured mob walk back in.he had replaced his eyelash feather as well Maybe a little more cautious this time. And they tell me to follow them back to the desolate room. Thank you I think as I leave the plate behind me. This time Enobria follows.

As we walk in there is a manakin dressed in a gold plate vest and, golden pleated skirt with chain link underneath holding it together. There are gold combat boots and on the head is a gold cap with wings coming out the side

"Gold for a winner" pink sequels clapping his hands together

The other two nod in agreement.

Desmond walks over and starts to unwrap my gown, I look over to Enobria, but she looks unbothered she's about to see my naked body. She scans it up and down. It makes me nervous now knowing that even she has a vulnerable side. And she'll se mine. Kind of.

The team crowd around adjusting the armour around me making sure it fits perfect. It's surprisingly heavy. Nothing I can't handle though. As I said I'm strong. I don't now how but Desmond has got my exact measurements from just looking at me the mans talented. When the amour (minus the headdress) is completely on yellow walks over undoing my braids from this morning letting my hair fall freely before putting it in a low ponytail straightening it with some long prongs, I thought they were going to set my hair on fire, next they move around putting gold confetti up my limbs to make them glisten. After they move to my face, my features are already sharp, but they use a brown cream to accentuate my jawline further and put gold liner on my eyes. And draw over my freckles with the gold liner marking them look more prominent. I don't know why my freckles make me look younger. Finally they place the headdress on me and bring a mirror over, it looks great. It looks beyond great. I look like a winner, even Enobaria looks impressed.

With that we all cramp into the elevator which takes us to the bottom of the re-make centre. It's like a massive stable. There are 12 carriages lined up we walk to the second one, in front of me I can see district 1, they're completely spray painted silver, they should look stupid but they're  dazzling, I feel small in my gladiator outfit. All the districts start coming in. Each in an outfit that represents their districts trade. We're masonry but we also turn out a lot of peace keepers that's why we have the armour. All the carriages are pulled by four beautiful black horses. I see Cato walk over followed by his prep team and Brutus. His wearing almost the same thing except the headdress is more of a headband than a hat which shows of his golden locks. I must look insignificant, the gold flakes on his arms only make his muscles look bigger, if that was even possible.

"You need to look together" starts Brutus "adopt both techniques look around and wave, but do not smile"

We both nod as Enobaria offers a hand helping us into the carriages. As soon as you put a foot up the heavy armour throws you off balance, so I'm thankful for the hand. We both look at each other. We're almost shoulder to shoulder, well head to shoulder seeing the height difference. Suddenly the massive doors fly open and the carriages jolt forward almost pushing me backwards. The whole journeys 20 minutes long, winding through streets until we get to the city circle. Cato and I wave and raise our fists. We can hear people calling names, I can hear a few Catos and Cloves. They want us to look at them, we don't smile but look around, occasionally meeting each other's eye. The atmosphere is intoxicating. It makes me giddy but I can't smile. I need to keep the rock solid persona I've invented. The shouting is so overlapped I can barely hear anything as we pull into the city circle  through a tunnel, I see two massive screens and a sitting audience , only the most prestigious can have presence in the city circle, throwing flowers at there favourite tributes. The people in here are rich and will probably sponsor. We need to make the best impression on these people. on the screens is mine and Catos face everybody is calling our names. Even when the other districts come through it mainly our names, our faces untill...

District 12, they're on fire. Literally on fire, the cameras stay hovering over there face and the crowd start chanting kaitness' name over and over. It's sickening, I can see the madness in Catos eyes too. We've been outshone by the worst district in the games yet again. We pull to a stop in front of a tall building. The president stands atop of a podium. He's everything we where taught he would be. He stands glorious on-top of his manner. He brings peace and prosperity to everyone. We're grateful for him.

The anthem finish's playing. I hadn't even realised it started with all the cheers happening around us. President snow gives his welcome speech. During this the cameras cut around the different tributes, district 12 get over enough air time. Ecpessily when it gets darker, their flames illuminate the sky

"Happy hunger games and may be the odds be ever in your favour" the presidents voice booms signalling the end of the speech

The anthem plays again signalling the horses to move. We do another round within the city circle, I don't even look at the big screens. I know who will be trained on . We make an exit into the training centre, big groups of mentors are sat together drinking and chatting like old friends. as well as all the captiol people stay in one group on the other side to the victors. As soon as they see district one enter they start to disperse moving to their tributes.

The prep team run on tiptoes over to us drowning us in praise and helping us off the chariot, I'm not listening. Nether is Cato. We stare at District 12, Especially the girl, the fire had been extinguished and they now look unremarkable. I can't believe they let them outshine us. We were the gladiators. The crowds were yelling my name. Not hers. I hate her. And Cato does too, I can see it in his eyes.