Against All Odds

Capitol (Cato)

A/N I actually really like writing in Cato's POV, so I think I'm also going to write another version of 'Capitol' in Cato's point of view. Enjoy!

We finally arrive at the captiol, and as usual, I feel quite glad not to be from district 12, seeing as they are the farthest from the capitol. I woud probably die from boredom on the never ending train ride here, and they would have to hold another reaping to replace me.

Just kidding, I'm Cato, I won't die, and I can't be replaced. Based on the reapings, I feel pretty damn confident about winning. The odds are definitely in my favour. The capitol is even fancier then my district, but I can't say that I prefer it. Everything is too fake, too sparkly, and too... weird. Not that I will ever say that, because that will be a disgrace to my district; One of the first lessons they teach us at academy is that the capitol is the best place ever, and the place where successful, motivated people want to end up at.

"Earth to Cato!" I hear Clove say, as she waves her hand in front of my face.

"Yeah, what?"

"I said, did you notice that ridiculous head piece that lady in pink was wearing? The capitol looks beautiful!" Clove says in a fake enthusiastic, sarcastic tone. I roll my eyes. Clove was much more... open about her dislike towards fake, frilly fashions than I was. We stroll into the building, where we are introduced to our prep teams. Ugh more fake capitol people.

"Hi, we're your prep team!" One girl with orange hair beams. Yeah, no shit, I think.

"We're going to be in charge of your beaufication, and it's our job to make you presentable!" the other green haired woman adds. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Of COURSE they are in charge of my beautification, not that I really need much. What else would they be in charge of, my training? Ha, no, they probably can't even lift an arrow, nevermind a sword or a spear! Next, Clove and I go our seperate ways to be "beautified".

After an hour of fussing, they finally finish cleaning me up, and after another hour, I'm fitted into my opening ceremony costume by my stylist (who, I soon realise, is clearly very bad at her job).

Just as I start getting sick of my own prep team flirting with me, they finish. I'm wearing some type of gold armour that is supposed to show off my muscles. I even have a ridiculous capitol headpiece designed to go with it. No surprise that it's also really ugly.

Then, Clove comes out in the same thing, just less skin tight and much, much smaller because she doesn't have any muscle to show. We prepare to go out for the opening ceremony as Enobaria and Brutus try to coach us a few last times on how to act.

"Remember Cato, act cocky and arrogant because Capitol women are suckers for men like that, they'll eat it up!" Brutus instructs.

"Yes, and Clove, try to play the 'small but wicked' strategy, and show people they shouldn't underestimate you because of your size!" Enobaria adds.

"But it would be good if they do underestimate her, she could take them all out," Brutus points out.

"No that's an awful idea, just stick to the plan we made, Clove!"

"Do you WANT her to lose?" Brutus argues.

"Brutus, you mind Cato, and I will take care of Clove. I'm sure you won't be happy if I told Cato to stop using a sword and to try using a bow and arrow as his major weapon!" Shit now they're bringing me into it!

I pray that Brutus will just ignore her for once, and not respond.

No such Luck.

"Well, obviously not, because that would be stupid, just like your plan for Clove is stupid!"

Clove and I groan, trying to drone out their constant arguing. Then, we realise it's time for the ceremony to begin. We climb into our chariots.

Let the world be blown away by us!