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Opal takes a shower rubbing and scrubbing all the makeup and the scent of beauty from her body. Tomorrow was the start of the games and Opal's nerves were the highest they had ever been before, she puts on a thick and fleecy nightgown and climbed into bed it takes the girl a few moments to realise that she will never sleep her mind is racing. But sleep was much needed in the area, Opal would have no chance if she was fatigued it would practically be an invitation to meet death. One hour passed and then another but her eyelids refuse to get heavy, she wasn't sure which area she would get thrown into, last year it was a desert the year before a forest surrounded by the sea. Opal spent most of the night slipping in and out of a doze she can't help but imagine what her routine would be like in the morning. And then there was saying goodbye to Finnick, she had only known the boy for a few days but in those few days he had become the closest thing to her.

Opal didn't see Matt in the morning instead Fergus came to her before dawn, giving her a simple outfit to wear, slowly the pair began to make their way to the roof. A hovercraft appeared out of thin air, a ladder drops down. She places her hands and feet on the ladder when all of a sudden it feels like she has been frozen, some type of forcefield keeps her safe as she is lifted to safety. Opal expects the ladder to release her when she finally makes it aboard the ship, but a woman with a white coat begins to approach her "This is your tracker, Opal, the stiller you are the less it will hurt." Before Opal could even speak a sharp stinging sensation racks up her body as the metal tracking pin is placed deep within her skin. As soon as the tracker was in the place the ladder released her, the woman soon disappears while Fergus is retrieved from the roof.

An Avox boy appears out of the shadows and begins to direct them to a room where breakfast had already been served, Opal gives him a nod of thanks. Despite the tension in her stomach, she begins to each as much as she can, but none of the food particularly made an impression on her. She was so nervous, she could be eating a raw fish and wouldn't notice it. The only thing that distracted her was the view from the windows, she wondered if this was how birds felt and lived, but birds were free and safe the complete opposite of Opal.  The ride had already lasted about half an hour before the windows eventually blacked out, which told the girl that they were drawing close to the arena. The hovercraft lands and Fergus and Opal go back to the ladder, descending into a tube which leads them to the catacombs which lie beneath the area in the Capitol it is called the launch room but the Districts like to call it the stockyard.

Opal struggled to keep her breakfast down as she showered and brushed her teeth, there would be no time for that in the arena. Fergus then began to do her hair twisting it into several simple braids that will keep the hair out of her face. Then the clothes arrived, they were the same for every tribute. Simple tawny trousers, mulberry red blouse, sturdy brown belt, and a thin hooded black jacket that fell to her knees. "The material is designed to reflect body heat, expect some cool night." Fergus spoke adjusting the strings on the back of the jacket so it would fit the girl better "And your District token is that necklace right?" he questioned.

"Yes," Opal nodded her hand briefly feeling the jewellery it had not left her neck since she was given it. On Fergus's command she began to swish her arms around and walked a few paces "Yes, everything fits perfectly." the girl pauses as a cold feeling washed over her, she hadn't been given the chance to say goodbye to Finnick, tears began to prick at the corners of her eyes "Will you say goodbye to Finnick for me? Tell him he was good to me and I will hold him close to my heart."

Fergus gives a small nod in response, part of the man was hurting saying goodbye to Opal the girl was sweet and kind "Good luck," Opal began to walk to the metal launch plate, the glass cylinder soon begins to lower around her, the girl's heart sinks realising she could be dead in the next hour or less. Fergus tapped his fingers under his chin, telling Opal that she needed to keep her head up. For a moment her eyes were dazzled by the bright sunlight, a strong breeze catches her arms followed by the smell of trees.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let the Sixty-seventh Hunger Games begin!" Claudius Templesmith's voice booms all around her.

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And so the hell begins, poor Opal

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