Lace walked with Quinn to the elevator and then brought her to the chariot room. The chariot room was a lot bigger than she remembered. The ceiling had a massive round opening where there were Capitol citizens standing, cheering and waving as the victors would walk through to their chariot. There were tall, elegant pillars to mark where each chariot was with the District number carved into the stone, then there was a screen under each number with the faces of the tributes. There was a bigger screen above the door they entered in, and the gate for the chariots that had Caesar Flickerman and another speaker on one half, and the audience waiting on the other half. Even the chariots themselves looked bigger and better. They were more elegant, and the tack that connected them to the horses had gold decorations on it.

"The Capitol has spared nothing," Lace sighed, "Everything is new this year, even the Tribute center."

"Why?"

Lace shrugged, "The Quarter Quell deserves the best, I suppose..." she said simply.

The first tributes that Quinn saw, was District Twelve-- Katniss Everdeen. She wore an elegant looking dress, and there was red and orange detail-- if she had the same stylist, Quinn assumed she would be wearing some flames again. Quinn watched her for a moment as she stroked one of the horses, her face didn't look like it showed all that emotion. If anything, it was merely frustration. Katniss looked over her shoulder, probably looking for her fiance, Peeta Mellark. But instead she saw Quinn, her eyes stared at her, Quinn could see disgust in them.

"Don't pay anyone any attention right now..." Lace stated as she put a hand on Quinn's shoulder, causing her to quickly snap her eyes away from Katniss. "Save that for training, right now just worry about making sure people like you and your partner."

Quinn nodded a bit, glancing back at Katniss one more time but her attention was back on the horse. Quinn sighed and picked up the pace to keep up with Lace. She tried not to look like she was giving too much attention to the tribute, but one tribute caught her eye. He had hair that was so dark it looked black. His skin was tan from spending hours in the sun, and the clothes he had been put in made it obvious he was from District Ten. He wore a suit that looked like leather, and then from the shoulders, there were antlers as if they were from a steer. But that wasn't why she recognized him. He had big brown eyes that looked kind and welcoming, but also remorseful.

Agathias Balios, the Victor of the sixty-fourth Hunger Games. The Victor that had killed her brother. She knew it was him. Even though she had been so young, she could remember standing on the stage with her brother's picture above it. She could remember him speaking and looking at her family with remorse in his eyes. With him stood the Victor of the sixty-ninth Hunger Games. She was a few years older than Quinn was, Ophelia Hunter.

Lace gave her a nudge and kept her moving towards the front of the line of chariots. She saw the chariot for District Four, and saw that nobody was there. Lace brought her to the very first chariot that sat next to a pillar that had a C on it. Orion hadn't gotten there yet, so Lace and Quinn still there on their own.

"This should be interesting," Lace smiled, "Fire is starting the parade and ending it." she said quietly as she looked Quinn over. Quinn's hair had been straightened and put in a high ponytail, then her makeup was fairly simply, but was a bit on the darker side.

"You know for sure that Twelve is wearing fire?" Quinn asked.

"It's a very good guess," she replied, "If Cinna had his way, they will be."

Quinn sighed and looked down the row of chariots. District One was already there, talking with each other. And she could see District Two, Enobaria's teeth seemed to taunt her as she spoke with her District partner.

"Lace," Quinn paused, "How am I supposed to survive one day in the arena with these people?"

Lace sighed, "During training, you'll find your alliance." she assured her, "You don't need to worry about that right now. Just worry about what sort of impression you want to make tonight."

Quinn nodded, as if to say okay. But as she was about to say something to Lace, Orion approached the chariot with his own stylist. Quinn sighed, the last District partner she had wasn't exactly much of a ally. And he had died in the forest because of one of the Mutt Victors. She knew that Orion wouldn't abandon her in the arena, and she wouldn't abandon him like she had to Arkon. That had been what happened during her games, he chose his alliance and in stead of going with him-- she chose the Careers.

"You two look perfect," Lace smiled, "Do you both have your buttons?" she asked.

They both nodded.

Orions' stylist smiled. "As soon you are out there, press them." she told them, and again they nodded.

Lace sighed, "Well, good luck. We'll see you guys in the penthouse after the parade."

The two stylists turned and walked away, leaving the two of them by the chariot. Quinn tried to keep Laces' advice-- to not worry about the other tributes. But her eyes kept going to the line of chariots, looking to see if Finnick or Mags had gotten to the chariot yet for District Four.

"Tributes, mount up. Tributes mount up..." the voice of a gamemaker announced. Quinn sighed heavily and she stepped up into the chariot and then Orion stepped up next to her. He looked more nervous than she was. Which was understandable. He had spent his whole like on stage, next to his sister-- watching the tribute parade. Being one of the tributes was something he would never have to do.

"This is the easy party," Quinn said looking up at him. "Really, this part isn't all that bad."

He sighed, "I'm not worried about this part," he replied, "I'm worried about what start's tomorrow."