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Started September 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Gotcha," she spoke, leaning back again. "See you tomorrow. When we're at the Capitol." She made a mock face of excitement and a fake "yaay!", which she exclaimed unenthusiastically.

He threw up a piece sign as he left the room, gently shutting the door behind him. The sound of the shower floated softly into the room about 15 minutes later, along with the sound of singing.

Wrens ears perked as she heard soft muffled singing from the room next to hers. She smiled, laying back in her bed and closing her eyes.

At around 6 in the morning, there were 3 knocks on the door.
"Wren!" Kaz called, "We're here! Wake up!"

Wren groaned, rubbing her eyes and sliding out of bed. She had fallen asleep in her clothes so it was acceptable to come out in those clothes. "We're here?" She asked tiredly.

"Yeah, we are."
He was surprisingly well dressed. His brown hair was slicked neatly back in contrast to the rat's nest he had yesterday. His suit was cream colored, with a bright red bow tie and shiny black shoes. He looked like a young businessman.

"Wow, you look nice," she observed, and turned on her heel. "I'd better get dressed." She shut the door, and came out a few minutes later wearing a nice dress shirt and black pants, her shoulder length hair braided on one side.

The man that had announced the reaping was talking to Kaz when she walked out, looking very pleased with the way he dressed.
"Now that's style!" the man said then turned to Wren with a frown. "Why not wear a dress? There will be cameras everywhere. You'll want to look your best."
"I think she looks great," Kaz said, crossing his arms over his chest.

Wren scoffed. "This is my best. Who said a girl had to wear a dress to look her best?" Her eyes met the man's curly green hair. "Maybe you should consider changing the color of your hair. Makes you look like a god damn cabbage." She walked past, hitting shoulders with the man on the way.

Kaz followed her with a smile as the man gasped and put a hand to his hair.
"I think you look great," he repeated just before they reached the train door.

Wren smiled. "Thanks, so do you." She opened the door, yawning, as hundreds of cameras were practically shoved in their face. She squinted at the flash, the brightness hurting her eyes.

"Okay, okay, back up!" Kaz said, putting a hand out to cover his eyes as he began to bulldoze a path out of the mass of people for him and Wren.

As they made there way along the narrow path of cameramen, Wren turned to the cabbage-haired man, asking "Where are we going now? The Remake Center, right?" He still seemed offended about her remark she made, but still answered her. "Mhm! They're gonna make you look good as new!" Wren breathed out a sigh of relief as they finally made it out of the crowd.

Kaz paused to straighten out his suit before following Cabbage man and Wren. "Am I allowed to keep the suit after they do…whatever they do in the Center?"

Cabbage-man shrugged. "That will be up to your stylist." The two were led into the Remake Center, where they had to part ways. Wren's prep team had spent at least two hours cleaning her up, stripping everything but her head of hair and scrubbing her down with some sort of soap, washed her hair, cleaned and clipped her nails. A couple of hours later, she arrived downstairs at a stable where the horses and chariots stood ready for the opening ceremony. Wren was dressed in a long, red dress, freckles with little black seed-shaped dots. Of course. District 11, the farming district. Of course they dress me up like a watermelon, of all things.

Kaz came in about 15 minutes later, looking very unhappy about the situation. He wore a matching suit along with a red bow tie. His hair had been shaved down to a buzz cut and dyed a light blue, which matches surprisingly well with his eyes.
"Fuckers had to fight me to dye my hair," he grumbled to Wren. "And this suit fucking sucks."

"Your old one was much better," she agreed, looking down at her dress. "Of all the fruits and vegetables out there, why a watermelon?"

"It's the tastiest, I guess?" he said with a shrug. "Logic doesn't really apply when it comes to fashion, so we just gotta deal with it."

Wren almost snorted. "True. These people are the farthest from logic as I've ever seen." She ran her fingers through her hair, which was a now a bit longer than chin length.

"Hm," he said, studying her new appearance. "I liked your hair the way it was. Did they rub the callouses off of your hands, too?"

Wren nodded, opening her palms and looking down at them. "Now it's gonna hurt like hell loading up bags, until I build up new ones."

"I mean, if I make it back to load up bags," she added with a sad look on her face.

"Hey," he said, lifting her chin up and smiling. "Enjoy the attention you're about to get. We can worry about that when we get there."

Wren shrugged. "Alright." A bit of hope glimmered in her eyes but she tried not to show it. "Let's go see the other tributes."

He gave her a playful pat on the head. "Yeah, let's do that."
(I don't remember this part from the books. You're gonna have to guide me though this)