I woke naturally for the first time in forever. No screaming, no sweating and no heart palpitations. My hair was still in the ponytail from the night before and the taste of hot chocolate lingered on my taste buds. I'd stayed up another couple of hours with Adrien discussing what he'd found out so far. The miraculous' were a lot more complicated than we had originally been taught at school.

Throughout the training sessions the kwami's watch each tributes personalities and skill, this is then followed by them making their final decisions during the rankings. As we are District 12, we will be last to be ranked meaning the most desirable kwami's may have already been taken. The rankings will be for the public to gamble on us, however our Kwami will not appear until we are preparing for the ascent into the arena. From that moment we will transform and remain in our miraculous until the games are over ... or we die!

The conversation moved from kwami's onto life in general. I found Adrien easy to talk to, like we'd been the best of friends for years. We both eventually got tired, even after another two hot chocolates had seeped into our veins, and we made our separate ways to bed.

I quickly jumped into the shower enjoying the ambience of the mood lighting. After a quick wash, and brushing my teeth I made my way to the wardrobe studying the choices of clothing I could wear. One of my hobbies in my spare time is fashion. I love to design and create. It was my dream to work in the textiles industry of District 8, I suppose I'll be kissing that dream goodbye. I pull out a black, long sleeve turtle neck top and a pair of silver combat trousers, I combine this with black army boots. I braided my hair over one of my shoulders and headed out for breakfast.

As I reach the dining carriage I can see Adrien is already there. I smile as I enter.

"Do you ever sleep?" He looks up at me greeting my smile with his own.

"I usually have late nights and early mornings helping my aunt at the bakery. Waking up at 6 this morning made me feel like I'd had a lie in." I looked over at the clock, it showed 9 o'clock.

"Well I hope you don't think bad of me not getting up until now." I went and grabbed a cup of tea from a nearby table. His eyes shined at me.

"I never could think anything bad. You're perfect ..." he quickly put his hand over his mouth.

I jerked at his response and spilt hot tea over my hand.

"Owwww!" Swiftly a member of staff came over to me and cleared up the mess. Adrien jumped out his seat and came to look at my hand. As he turned it over in his, he spoke panicked.

"I'm so sorry. Is your hand ok? I shouldn't have said ... I don't know why I said ... oh my ... Marinette, I'm so sorry."

"Adrien, stop! Honestly it's fine." I left my hand in his grasp as we stared at each other. I felt safe, I felt whole.

"Good morning my beautiful tributes." We dropped our hands and looked towards the doorway. Nadja has finally graced us with her presence again. She saunters her way to the buffet and looks over it. "This just won't do," she snaps her fingers, "where's the croissants and pastries? How can you have forgotten them again?" As the member of staff runs away she looks at Adrien and I. Pushing her hair out of her face and patting it at the back of her head she exclaims "The staffs competence level is decreasing, I swear."

She signals for us to sit down with her. Adrien returns to his seat and I sit opposite him. We both turn our attention to Nadja and wait for her to speak.

"You will both be having a makeover today. We need to you look your best when we enter the Capitol in about," she checks her watch, "six hours time." I exchange looks with Adrien and we both snicker. We knew this was coming, we saw it in the videos we were watching last night. We'd both joked about how we'd look once our makeover had taken place. My head is now consumed of Adrien's hair with shaved sides and a Mohawk.

"Why are you two laughing? It's very important that you become desirable for the Capitol. You want to be getting sponsors to make sure your Kwami gets the best food possible."

"So we are actually just pieces of meat." I sit back and cross my arms over my chest.

"I don't think you heard Nadja right, Mari," my heart slipped a beat at Luka's nickname for me, I hadn't thought about Luka since boarding the train. Although when it rolled off of Adrien's lips there was something different about it. Not wrong, just different. Adrien continued speaking.

"We're not just meat, we're good looking meat." I erupt with laughter. It wasn't even that funny, but I couldn't contain myself.

"If you two aren't going to take this seriously you can kiss any help out there goodbye." Fu had entered the room. Myself and Adrien stopped in our tracks. "Perhaps I was a bit harsh on you yesterday. Let's discuss what you've got and then what we can do to make you desirable. Especially you sweet cheeks."

How can I go through so many emotions in such a short time? Fu continued whilst pouring himself a glass of whisky. "Every person in the Capitol needs to fall in love with you and want to make sure you win. The only way you're going to do that is by presenting yourselves as charismatic and confident, but, Miss Dupain-Cheng, without the big mouth." I gasped in shock placing both hands over my mouth.

I could see Adrien shuffle in the chair bringing Fu's attention to him. I picked up my drink to his my smirk.

"And you pretty boy ... man up! You want the women after you, not the little girls." I choked on the water I was drinking. Fu had some go in him when he's sober.

Nadja gave Fu a glare. He shrugged and turned away from us.

"If you both go to your rooms now your stylists will be waiting for you."

Wishing the other good luck we made our way to the new us.

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My stylists have bathed me in a coconut scented mud, put vanilla extracts in my hair and waxed every millimetre of hair from my body. I'm now seated on a chair having my eyebrows plucked at the same time as someone is cutting and styling my hair.

"We're going for the girl next door look, so make sure the hair and make up match that style." Nadja was in my room with me whilst Fu was in Adrien's room instructing his stylists.

Nadja walked over to my wardrobe and pulled out a cream sweater and black skater skirt. This was paired with a pair of pink ballet pumps that included the criss crossed ribbon up my legs.

My hair had been cut to just below my shoulders and placed in two neat ponytails on either side of my head. I'd also gained a side fringe, it didn't look bad at all. My face was painted with natural tones such as creams and browns, and my lips were stained with a light pink lipstick. I walk over to my outfit and manoeuvre myself into the rich fabrics. I look in the mirror and did a little twirl. I'd never wore such stunning materials. I placed my feet into my shoes and one of my team came to tie them up for me.

I walked out of my carriage ready to meet back up with Adrien for our final briefing before arriving in the Capitol. I froze to the spot.

"Y-y-you ... " I shake my head.

Why are you stammering Marinette?

"Woah!"