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A
few
hours
later
,
I
am
dressed
in
what
will
either
be
the
most
sensational
or
the
deadliest
costume
in
the
opening
ceremonies
.
I
'm
in
a
simple
black
unitard
that
covers
me
from
ankle
to
neck
.
Shiny
leather
boots
lace
up
to
my
knees
.
But
it
's
the
fluttering
cape
made
of
streams
of
orange
,
yellow
,
and
red
and
the
matching
headpiece
that
define
this
costume
.
Cinna
plans
to
light
them
on
fire
just
before
our
chariot
rolls
into
the
streets
.
"
It
's
not
real
flame
,
of
course
,
just
a
little
synthetic
fire
Portia
and
I
came
up
with
.
You
'll
be
perfectly
safe
,
"
he
says
.
But
I
'm
not
convinced
I
wo
n't
be
perfectly
barbecued
by
the
time
we
reach
the
city
's
center
.
My
face
is
relatively
clear
of
makeup
,
just
a
bit
of
highlighting
here
and
there
.
My
hair
has
been
brushed
out
and
then
braided
down
my
back
in
my
usual
style
.
"
I
want
the
audience
to
recognize
you
when
you
're
in
the
arena
,
"
says
Cinna
dreamily
.
"
Katniss
,
the
girl
who
was
on
fire
.
"
It
crosses
my
mind
that
Cinna
's
calm
and
normal
demeanor
masks
a
complete
madman
.
Despite
this
morning
's
revelation
about
Peeta
's
character
,
I
'm
actually
relieved
when
he
shows
up
,
dressed
in
an
identical
costume
.
He
should
know
about
fire
,
being
a
baker
's
son
and
all
.
His
stylist
,
Portia
,
and
her
team
accompany
him
in
,
and
everyone
is
absolutely
giddy
with
excitement
over
what
a
splash
we
'll
make
.
Except
Cinna
.
He
just
seems
a
bit
weary
as
he
accepts
congratulations
.
We
're
whisked
down
to
the
bottom
level
of
the
Remake
Center
,
which
is
essentially
a
gigantic
stable
.
The
opening
ceremonies
are
about
to
start
.
Pairs
of
tributes
are
being
loaded
into
chariots
pulled
by
teams
of
four
horses
.
Ours
are
coal
black
.
The
animals
are
so
well
trained
,
no
one
even
needs
to
guide
their
reins
.
Cinna
and
Portia
direct
us
into
the
chariot
and
carefully
arrange
our
body
positions
,
the
drape
of
our
capes
,
before
moving
off
to
consult
with
each
other
.
"
What
do
you
think
?
"
I
whisper
to
Peeta
.
"
About
the
fire
?
"
"
I
'll
rip
off
your
cape
if
you
'll
rip
off
mine
,
"
he
says
through
gritted
teeth
.
"
Deal
,
"
I
say
.
