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"Hose her down one last time." An orange lady instructs. Two other preppers help Clove out of her robe and use an extendable shower head to wash her body. The droplets of warm water soothe her aching skin.

She is currently in the Remake Center, getting readied for the Tribute Parade. Her prep team, three Capitol citizens whose names she did not bother to catch, have been working on her for the past few hours.

"I think that's good enough. You don't look like a wild animal anymore darling." The orange lady says, rolling the r on her tongue.

"Let's go get Jaha." The girl with bright pink skin suggests.

"We'll be right back." The three leave the room. As soon as they are gone, it falls into an utter silence.

Five minutes later, a young man strolls in. He is wearing some questionable Capitol clothing, and has his skin dyed gold, along with his hair and eyebrows. "Hello." He says in his Capitol accent. "I am Jaha."

"Clove Kentwell." Clove replies.

"Nice to meet you. I am here to make you look good for every event we have coming up for you. When I first saw you, you reminded me of a fighter, which is the whole inspiration of your outfit. I'll go show you it now. Follow me." Jaha makes his way to the door, with Clove at his feet.

They go into a medium sized dressing room. There was a long curtain covering half the room. "Behind that curtain is your outfit." He pulls it to the side to reveal a golden gladiator outfit. At the back there was a long flowy cape, and a headpiece to top it off.

"It's nice." Clove says.

"You like it? That's wonderful!" He exclaims. "The prep team will come back in to do your hair and makeup."

God, I can't escape those three. She thinks.

The prep team bursts through the door and promptly get to work on her. After another hour coming and going, they are finally finished with her. With assistance, Clove gets into the uncomfortable golden costume. When she looks at the mirror, she admires all their work. "It's wonderfull."

"Thank you." Jaha says. One thing Clove has noticed that separates Jaha from the rest of the Capitol is his politeness.

There is a knock at the door and Hibiscus peeks her head in. "It's time to go." She opens the door wider and Clove is rushed out. "Clove you look wonderful." Hibiscus says.

"Thank you." Clove says, struggling to keep up with her escorts quick pace. Hibiscus pushes open a set of double doors, leading them into the stables. All around them swarmed Clove's fellow Tributes, and their stylists, prep teams, and mentors. They make their way through the bustling crowds and find Brutus, Enobaria and Cato.

She looks at his outfit. It is pretty much identical to hers. Clove couldn't help but notice how it was designed to show off his muscles.

"Enjoying the view, Princess?" He smirks.

She glares at him. "Shut up."

"Okay you two, get onto the chariot. You're going after District One." Enobaria says.

Cato steps on and holds out his hand, mockingly, to Clove. She slaps it away and climbs on herself. "Oh sorry, I thought you were too short to get on yourself."