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Started September 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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Wren wandered around, staying close to Kaz. She spotted a little twelve year old from District 5 and felt her heart melt. She tugged on Kaz's hand. "That poor boy! We've gotta go talk to him."

He shrugged, letting her tug him in the boy's direction. The kid looked beyond overwhelmed, staring at everyone that passed him with wide eyes and a scared look. When he saw Wren and Kaz approaching, he took a small step back.

"Hey, it's okay," Wren soothed as they stopped about two feet in front of him. "We're not gonna hurt you. Promise."

Kaz knelt down in front of the kid, smiling in a friendly way.
"Your hair looks weird," the boy said, pointing to Kaz's head.
"Yeah, it does, don't it? It used to be pretty long, but the stylists made me cut it." He ran a hand over his head.
"Was it blue before?"
"Nah, that's new, too."
"That's dumb." The kid smiled, then offered out his hand. "I'm Kahwi."
"Nice to meet you," Kaz said, shaking his hand before gesturing up to Wren. "That's Wren."

Wren smiled and waved at him. "We're from District 11. Where are you from?"

"District 7," he said, showing his freshly scrubbed hands. "They tore away my callouses."
"They did the same to us," Kaz said, showing his hands too.

"These Capitol people don't know the definition of hard work," Wren complained, crouched down as well. "All they do is sit around and eat and show off their clothes and pet their pretty little lap dogs." A small smile tore at her lips, though it was subtle.

"They aren't that bad," the boy said. "I can understand why they want us to look our best. We're gonna be on TV, after all."

Wren shrugged. Maybe she was being a bit harsh, after all, they were sending them off to die, but she would never say that in front of Kahwi.

The green-haired man was back once again, chanting, "Places, people, places! The ceremony's about to begin!"

Wren got up and gave Kahwi an encouraging smile, then gestured for Kaz to follow her. Their chariot was pulled by two brown horses, and the chariot itself looked like a wheat field, with stalks of golden wheat flowing off of it, it almost looked real. It looked like home. She got up on to it, holding on to Kaz for stability.

"Is that really necessary, or are you just looking for a reason to touch me?" he asked, giving her a playful grin.

"O-of course not!" She blushed brightly. "I just didn't want to fall." She turned her head and smiled a bit, as she half did it for stability and half just for touching him.

He watched as the other chariots began moving forward, giving Kahwi a small wave as his cart pulled out. The man next to the boy looked capable enough, which pleased him. He glanced over at Wren as the cart for District 10 pulled out. "You ready?"

Wren nodded, breathing out a shaky sigh as their cart began to pull out. Music pounded in her ears as thousands of Capitol residents cheered. God, that's a lot of people, she thought, looking around at all the people with dyed skin and hair. She faked a smile and started waving at the crowd, though it obviously looked forced and she was horrible at it.

Kaz didn't even bother with the waving. He just shuffled a bit closer to Wren, looking uncomfortable for the first time that she'd seen.
"Too many fucking people," he mumbled to her, frowning slightly.

Wren nodded in agreement but continued smiling and waving. "You've gotta get them to like you. Then they might sponsor you. Smile. Wave. Do something."

He began waving slightly, still frowning. "I didn't realize how much bullshitting I'd have to do."

"Yeah, me either, but you never know, somebody might be rich." She waved and smiled more convincingly at the crowd.

"By our standards, everyone in that crowd is rich," he said, attempting to put a bit more enthusiasm into his wave.

Wren shrugged. "True." The president began his welcoming speech, talking about the history of Panem and what brought them there today. Wren spaced out, barely listening to the old, white haired man. After what felt like hours the chariots made one final parade around and went back into the stable. Wren breathed out a sigh.

Kaz got down from the chariot as fast as he could, rubbing his bicep gingerly. "That's so much weirder than it seemed on TV."

Wren hopped down, not holding on to Kaz this time. "Agreed. I wonder how Kahwi is holding up."