On the way to the Capital

I smiled at Az."let the games begin."

I look out my district's car's window smiling, waving. It makes me look much better than I feel. I'll make an impression, unless there's a coal miner's suit involved as there has been so many times. But, I'm likeable enuff, so I probably won't be the first to die at least. Besides, I know what my plan is.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 75th annual Hunger Games" I whisper to myself.

OOF: Dude, 75th?

IF: I kept waving until my arm nearly fell off and kept smiling till my face muscles were nearly stuck like that until the we went under a tunnel, away from the multi-colored crowd.

OOD: here we are with the whole Katniss wanna be thing

OOF: How am I a KATNISS WANNABE? AND FYI THERE'S NO SPACE BETWEEN WANNA AND BE!!

OOF: I WASNT TALKING TO YOU BELLA. I WAS TALKING TO RIELY!!!!! AND I KNOW THERE ISNT A SPACE BETWEEN THE TWO WORDS!!!!! IT WAS A FREAKIN TYPO!!!!!!!

OOF: Geez, say it then.

You screamed first. :/

OOF/C: It's the Quarter Quell, I was only guessing that it would be the 75th Hunger Games. I can change it if necessary.

OOF: More like the 100th, and sersly, have u read Catching Fire? In Catching Fire it's the 75th. -,..,-

OOC: ... and it wouldn't be the 100th because they end after Mocking Jay haha just saying!

this is an alternate ending...

OOF/C: I agree with Az, I thought this was an alternate ending....I thought I read somewhere that it was the 75th...

Oh, LOL it's fine... Just say something about a quarter quell and let's not go into detail XD

OOF: I'm sorry to all those I offended.

OOF: no prob.

I pass through the crowds as I get off.

I flip my hair back over my shoulder, while still grinning wildly at all the Capitol citizens. I shake peoples' hands and blow kisses at them, generally doing the opposite of what I actually am.

Bump, someone needs to reply.

I keep pace with Az while I continually flip my hair and wave to the crowd. Sprinkle led us into the building and into our suite (is that what it is? I forgot) I sit down on the couch.

Right now it's the remake center.

I look around, and all of the sudden I'm ushered to a room and meet my prep team.

I sighed as I got up."so" I said to Vibia my hair stylest."what's the costume going to be like this year?" She smiled "you can find that out once Valeria gets here."

My smile drops to a soft smirk as I meet my extremely peppy prep teem. A woman with bright, super-intense blue walks up to me. "That's Fabio, Oribel, and I am Verda!" Verda said enthusiastically, while pointing a long-of course- blue nail at a tan man (OOF: lol for the rhyme!) with fluffy-almost an afro-green hair, and a young woman with a vibrant purple, fashionably frizzy bun. "So, what's it gunna be?" I asked them. "Well," Started Oribel. "We need to check if you need an all-over wax, your eyebrows are quite lovely though, you seem completely free of facial hair, but we need to something about your head hair, blah, blah, blah." She said while examining me. She, of course, didn't actually say 'blah, blah, blah' but that was about where I started to tune her out, and let them do whatever. They handed me a wafer-thin, blue, hospital-like gown for me to change into to start the process. Operation Makeover Lumberjack begins, I thought ruefully.

I watch them wax me, pull me this way and that, soak me, blah blah bllah. The rub me down in a thin lotion that stings at first but then soothes. Then I stand awkwardly, stark naked as they pluck extra hairs. Then They leave as my stylist walks in. She has green eyes, auburn hair, and tan and freckled skin. "You look familiar," I blurt out. "Yes, I'm related to an Avox named Lavina. Knew Katniss Everdeen. And the Fouth to last girl in the 74th Hunger Games. I'm sorry You're here. I'm Avina." She says, extending her hand. I take it. She walks around, taking me in. "Put your robe on." She says, and I do as she walks out. "So. Azalea means Poisonous Flower, eh?" She says. "I put that on the Brochure thingy. It'll explain a lot." I nod. "Okay.... So, am I in Overalls?" She says, "No. You'll be... You'll be my poisonous bloom. Sure, I'll adorn you with Wheat and Tomatoes... But Overalls aren't something people remember." She smiles at me.

OOF: Maybe you should carry a basket of wheat on your head the like african mothers do.