Batcat and Kira: The Hunger Games >:D

"The Capitol! And come on, you should probably get over to the window and wave. Get as many people as you can now. Look tough, or sexy, or something. And that's another thing. We'll have to work on an angle for you to come up as..." Willa trailed off, but smiled and waved at the crowd.

Claire furrowed her eyebrows. An angle...? She shrugged, then looked at the crowd and smiled. She waved politely, then turned away from the window. She didn't want the attention. She didn't want to be anyone but herself.

"Okay, enough of that." Willa said as the doors slid open. The crazy announcer leapt in. "I trust you enjoyed your train ride, so if you'll follow me!" She piped in that weird accent. Rhys stood behind her mimicking her actions.

Claire covered her mouth, trying to stifle her giggles. She was trying to listen to the erratic announcer, which was difficult with Rhys making her laugh.

"Is there something funny, young lady?" The lady glared at her. "Because if there is, we can certainly have you 'accidentally miss' your training."

Claire shook her head, biting her lip to keep from smiling. "Nope. Everything is serious."

Rhys stepped in front of the lady. "She wants to laugh, so let her. Seeing as both of our days are numbered." His glare at the woman was so intense all heat seemed to leave the room.

Claire walked over to him. "Hey, it's fine." She put her hand on his shoulder, frowning. "We'll have time to laugh later." She gave him a small smile.

"Not nearly enough." He muttered, stalking away from the woman and pulling Claire with him. "We have to go to our rooms. On the 11th floor."

"Of course they're on that floor. So predictable." She rolled her eyes and walked next to him. "I wonder why they do everything so....orderly. It's odd." She thought aloud, looking around.

"I know, isn't it?" He rolled his eyes. Nolan and Willa trailed a few feet behind. The camera crews were recording them walking and talking together.

"Well this is..awkward." She shuffled along, trying to ignore the cameras. She hated this feeling...being the center of attention was not her style.

"Come on." He grabbed her hand and they ran the remaing couple of yards into the training center. They clambored into the elevator without waiting for Nolan and Willa and pressed 11.

She breathed a sigh of relief when the doors closed. "Finally." She smiled at him. Claire searched his face,not to sure what she was looking for. Something, anything. Hope? No, she was the hopeful one. Maybe just the reassurance that he was still him.

Rhys refused to meet her eyes, so he settled for watching each floor's number light up

Claire furrowed her eyebrows when he didn't look at her. "Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?" She was always afraid of hurting someone. She tended to act before thinking.

"No." He muttered. "Just.... leave me alone. I need to think." Thank God, he thought when the doors opened. "Bye." He muttered, racing out.

She watched him go, tears welling up in her eyes. She sniffed and blinked them back, then walked out of the elevator and went to her room.

Rhys slammed his door shut and angrily kicked the pillows off the bed. Everything in the room except him; go figure. He looked around, some of the madness subsiding, and sat down on an overlyfluffed chair.

Claire sat on her bed, and closed her eyes. She let her tears flow. She was tired, and scared, and frustrated, and she wanted to go home.

Nolan knocked on Rhys's door. "Kid? Come on, let's go; we're meeting your stylist."

Willa knocked on Claire's door. "Sweetheart? Come one, let's go meet Mibs."

Claire wiped her eyes and opened the door. "Okay." She said meekly.

"Claire, honey?" Willa asked, sounding concerned. "What's wrong?" Of course that was a stupid question when everything in this girl's life was wrong, but it was all she could ask.

Claire shook her head, sniffles, then held her head up. "Dont want them to think I'm to weak." She smiled, trying to look brave.

"That's another thing we'll have to discuss with Mibs: what angle we'll present you from. Are you funny? Witty? Mysterious? Sexy?" Willa snapped her fingers. "Let's go, doll-face."