User blog comment:Cato rocks!/the 36th hunger games/@comment-4951814-20120529195444

Blythe: A flowing red dress that turns purple, black, green and orange slowly as she moves

Grayson: Same kind of outfit, only in a red tux

Blythe: I don't know what to say. I am absolutely gorgeous. Taylor, Cinna's nephew, allows me to keep in my red streaks and dusts my electric blue eyes with golden dust. I really don't know what to say, but I know that Grayson's thinking the same thing. I twirl and colors shoot up slowly and die back down to red, glowing faintly like fire. I know that I am a replica of Katniss and Cinna's dress. Taylor smiles at me and helps me up into our black chariot, the horses also dusted with gold. I see Grayson in the distance, and he's in a tux made with the same fabric as my dress. I stare in awe as I realize that I guess Prim was right, Grayson was kind of a looker. He joins me and grips the red streamers on the side of our black as night ride. He looks at me and smiles. HOLY CRAP.... Killing him is going to be hard.

Grayson: My baby sister is beautiful. ARGH!!! The chariot lurches forward in a lazy groan as we follow the District Eleven Tributes outside. Blythe looks just as scared as I am, but she seemed to have confidence in her as she plucks roses from the air and blows kisses... Man, what if we have to kill eachother? My brain wavers for a second as a few Capitol teenagers are waving at me, Screaming my name. "GRAYSON!!! WE LOVE YOU!!!!!" I blow a kiss at them and immediately they are in a dogpile, sratching and screaming for my kiss. Man, girls are complicated.