Hunger Games Modern Days

Chapter 8

I'm sitting in the training center. God, how much I hate this place. It smells of blood and sweat.

'Welcome soldiers, welcome. I know this may have come to a shock to those of you who didn't not volunteer, which by the way there where 3. But with all that aside it is time to get ready. These next few hours will be hectic. We have to get you ready, which means cutting hair and getting fitted for uniforms plus assign you to your units. Then you will be off to the Capital for some last training and weapons assignment," Haymitch says. "Now let me introduce Cinna, the man who designs most of your uniforms.

"Hi, my name is Cinna. I design all of the City 12's uniforms, plus the Mixed City Unit uniforms. If you look to your left you will see about 50 doors. There are two names on each door. You are to find the one with your name on it. In there you will meet your Preparation Team. Since we have 83 tributes and not enough Preparation Teams two of will have Portia and I. Now go find your door," says Cinna.

I get up and go left. Not me...not me...not me...not me...me. The first name is Katniss Everdeen. The name under it written with the "P" slightly swirled is, Ugh! It's Peeta Melark.

I won't let him bother me. I don't care if owe him. I look up and see Cinna an what must be Portia. Ugh, Capital people. They are worse than City 1 citizens.

Then I see Cinna. He looks different from any other Capital citizen. The only difference between Cinna and a well dressed and fed City Citizen is the thin line of gold eyeliner and multiple ear piercings. He is almost handsome.

My thoughts are interrupted by the door opening. Peeta walks in. His soft blue eyes meet my cold grey for a second before he drops his gaze. Is he blushing!? Probably not...

"Hello nice to meet you two. I'm Cinna, and this is my Co-Stylist Portia.

Portia looks more like someone from the Capital. Her hair was an indigo color and falls just below her shoulders in corkscrew curls. She has tattoos that looked as if swirls were coming out of the side of her eyes. The only other unique physical characteristic she has is her eyelashes, which are 3inches long and made of feathers.

"Since there are two of us and two of you why don't Portia and I each take one of you?"

"Fine by me," I mutter.

"That would be fine," Peeta says friendlier than I did.

"Great, if you don't mind I'll take Peeta, and Cinna will take Katniss," Portia says with her funny Capital accent.

Cinna leads me to a door off to the right while Peeta and Portia go of to the left. We enter a small room, about the size of a study. In it there is a small desk, a gold love seat and a coffee table. Both the desk and coffee table is cluttered with sketches of uniforms and a couple formal outfits.

"Hello Katniss, if you don't mind, I'm to ask you a couple questions." Cinna says as we sit on the gold love seat.

"Sure," I say in a monotone voice.

"Ok, so, are you leaving anyone behind as you go off an serve in the military?'

God, get right to the personal stuff. "Yes, my Mother and younger sister Primrose." I answer.

"Has anyone in your family served in the military and/or is currently serving?"

You know, I don't mind answering these questions for Cinna. "Yes, my father. He died in a bombing. He was in Unit 13579."

"Ahh, the huge bombing that killed Unit 13579 and over 100 civilians." Cinna says. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Most people just say that it must have been a honor to die while serving your Country." I say

"Dying is not an honor, it's something everyone faces but not by there own terms most of the time." Cinna says, like he means it.

I might grow to like this guy. If I don't die that is.