CH 3: The Tribute Parade
Ruley Marks, District 11:
The Capital citizens scream as we ride to the Tribute Center.
"God!" I think could they be any more obnoxious. They are throwing their gold, green, red and orange hands in the air. They look even more ridiculous than they act. I spotted one with hello skin, pink hair that went one foot high, and jewels sewed to her skin. The people of the capital look like goons compared to the overalls we where in 11.
We see all sorts of buildings as we pass, they all tower higher than the clouds themselves. It disgusts me to see them and how if they gave half of what they had to the districts, maybe we wouldn't resent them so much.
I look over to Devon who looks bitter and is flipping every capital citizen that blows kisses at him off.
"That's no way to make friends". I say.
"Well, its good that I'm not trying to make friends with them" he says.
"I know you hate them, I do to but, we need them to sponsor us." I reply
"Why, when you will probably die in the blood bath".
That was to far. I slap him in the face and the capital citizens are applauding, especially the ones he flipped off.
He stares at me then turns forward and goes back to staring at nothing as we enter the tribute center.
Devin Salem, District 11:
That brat! She has no idea what the careers will do to her. She will be the first to die and I bet all my families bread that she will be the first to die.
We split up and head into different rooms, Ruley goes into a door to my left.
I wait inside and 3 funny looking people who I suppose to be my prep-team begin prepping me for the tribute parade.
They strip me and apply a cream to my face that makes it so I won't grow any facial hair.
They cut my blond hair and gel it.
After that they leave me I lay on a table waiting for my stylist.
My stylist walks in and examines my body and she tells me to cover up with a bath robe and follow her.
She takes me to another room where she shows me a suit that is covered in yellow leafed twigs that have berries hanging off of them.
I put it on and my prep team comes back to add makeup so that I don't look poor like I actually am.
My stylist escorts me to a door and leads me through it where we enter a big room with a huge gate and 12 chariots liners up with two horses to each one. I find the District 11 chariot and see that Ruley is already there petting a horse.
She is wearing a dress that matches my suit, yellow twigs with berries hanging off of it. The dress goes to her knees and she is wearing a crown of twigs.
A female voice commands us to mount up and prepare for the parade.
The way she says it makes it sound like a celebration even though 23 of us will be dead in a few days.
The doors open and I catch a glimpse of the tributes from district 1 leave the room. They look like they are ready to kill.
I suddenly realize that Ruley isn't the one who might die first, I am.
Availa Mire, District 4:
The tributes from three are pulling out now and we are next.
I look my self over, not to bad. I'm wearing a Caribbean blue dress that has oyster peals stitched to it.
Hank has the same design with a blue tunic and purl stitched rope as a belt.
We pull out of the launch room and I wave at all the capitals tinny right and wave and blow kisses.
They eat this up if course and I know that one of these idiots will have to sponsor me.
I notice that everyone is now looking at District 5 who has just entered into the road.
"Don't waist your time on them, they will die in the bloodbath!" I think to my self. God, why bother even dressing up if they aren't even going to live long enough to sponsor.
I almost laugh when I see district 6 come out on the screen. They wear a white onesie that goes over their head. It's a bullet train!
We definitely look the best, I mean sure 1 and 2 were nice but we are stunning!
My friends at home told me not to get arrogant like I always do but I just laughed and told the peacekeeper to make them leave.
After I win I will be a god in district 4 and they will all praise me, to bad hank won't be there to see it.
Hank Loore, District 4:
Availa looks arrogant, no surprise to me of course. Back in the training center in four she would boats that if the instructor put us all in the games she would win without breaking a sweat, well that made a girl who volunteered last year very mad, and long story short Availa walked away with a broken nose.
I look at the big screen and see that District 10, who is dressed like a cow, is only pulling out now.
We arrive in front of President Snow when District 12 is pulling out. Availa is trying extremely hard not to laugh, the tributes from 12 are naked and covered in black coal dust.
After all the tributes arrive President Snow stands up and gives his long speech about why we are here and why it's are own fault for this. After that he honors our bravery and courage in participating, not like we had a choice.
We then ride back and enter one by one back into the launch room. As I am getting off my chariot and helping Availa off I look out and see the boy from 11 turn around and flip off President Snow.
There is no doubt that the Gamemakers are already planning his death in the games.