We were greeted by the capitol resisdents with roars of cheering and massive crowds, just here to get a glimsp of us. I waved enthusiastically at the crowds with a huge smile on my face. Damiean was next to me, walking with his head down, was he embrassed? I didnt know, i never do with Damiean.
We walked into a salon like place, where were prepared to see our designers. Waxed, shaved painted and poked, what I do for television. My prep team were strange, like no one i had ever seen before, one of them i couldnt actually see, their face was covered in their bright purple hair. Anothers skin was orange, which made me slightly dizzy looking at it. The last looked rather normal, which was strange in its own way. My designer Gemini, was rather normal too. She made some amazing clothes. My outfit for the carriages was a heavy chain dress, like the chains knights wore under their armour. Which seemed fitting as Damiean was dressed as a knight.
Later as we were boarding our carriages, I examined my enemies. I could see at least 3 12 year olds and over 5 people that were definately 18. Easy. As I glanced over at a 13 year old, from district 10, she seemed to be struggling walking. Ha! I think she will kill herself getting off the podium at the beginning. She was holding her back, and was rather fat, not chubby, but her stomach was big. Like she was pregnant... We were all stood proudly on our carriages, and let me tell you, there was some odd outfits out there. District 8 (clothes) were wearing about 17 t-shirts and pairs of trousers. District 3 were dressed as Electricity polls. It made me crack up. But i pulled myself together when we started moving out to the crowd. I continued waving and smiling like earlier and when I looked over to Damiean, he was too, he was cheering and jumping around. Like he had been givens ome sort of hyper-active pill.
As we made through the first night without dying, I feel the next week before the games, is gonna be a blast! Training by day, interviews by night. Well cool! Our room had capitol written all over it. It was modern, clean and there was at least 3 avoxes (they creep me out!) If you didnt know, avoxes are slaves with no tongues. Enough said. My bed was so much comfier than at home, and they were made by District 1 (losers.) The last thoughts in my head as I drifted to sleep were,
'Who shall I kill first.'