Katniss is taken back to the Tribute Centre

Katniss was only dimly aware of what happened next. She feet strong hands lifting her upright and walking her into the waiting hovercraft. She allowed herself to be strapped into her seat as the craft took off, her hands firmly preserving her modesty. The bare brunette hadn't been offered anything to cover herself with, but Katniss supposed that was because she still had the Capitol's anti-clothing medication inside her.

The hovercraft touched down on the roof of the Tribute Centre. Katniss was half-carried, half-walked back into her old penthouse and laid gently down on the bed. Katniss curled into a tight ball and snuggled down into the soft bedding, finally feeling comfortable for the first time in days.

Katniss was so exhausted from her exertions that before she even had chance to wash off the blood, mud and sweat in the shower, she was fast asleep.

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Katniss opened her eyes, sat up and looked around. It felt strange to be back here, especially on her own. At least she had had Peeta, Effie and Haymitch to keep her company last year.

Katniss swung her legs off the bed and placed her bare feet on the carpeted floor. She looked around hopefully for something to wear, but wasn't really surprised when she discovered that the wardrobe was empty. And anyway, even if there had been clothes for her, would she even have been able to wear them without suffering excruciating pain? The naked victor was alarmed to see that the bedroom door had been removed; by the looks of it, her apartment was now door-free.

So much for privacy, Katniss thought, shuddering.

Hugging herself and shivering, the naked Katniss padded out of the bedroom in search of food. She may have been deprived of clothes, but the brunette hoped that the kitchen had at least been fully stocked.

However, all thoughts of food were temporarily driven out of her head when she someone waiting patiently for her in the open-plan living area.

"Get out!" Katniss yelled quickly throwing one arm across her chest and the other between her legs. It was bad enough being seen naked at the best of times. It was a lot worse being seen naked in her current, dishevelled state; sweaty, dirty and covered in blood.

"M-miss Everdeen?" The stylist said uncertainly. "I'm here to prepare you for this evening."

Katniss eyed the stylist warily.

"W-what's going on tonight?"