Xerxes Flickerman sat in his chair, with Cassius Templesmith in a chair merely a foot to the left of him. The cameras in front of them flashed on. The Flickermen and the Templesmiths were close families, and they both had the talent of public speaking running through their genetic coding. The Flickermen were generally friendly, but very manipulative. Watch your words around them, because they're like truth potions. The Templesmiths had booming voices, superior and large, although they may be short. The two of them flashed a smile, as Xerxes fixed his golden dyed hair. His father, Caesar, also had a habit of dying his hair.

Behind those cameras that filmed them, however, was a totally different sight. The floating platform they were in levitated over the Capitol's many crowds, who were all standing on their seats, waiting to get a look at this year's new tributes. Xerxes craned his neck to get a better look.

"Ho-ho! There comes the tributes from District 1!" Cassius boomed, "They're coming in on their horses!"

"And what is this?!" Xerxes exclaimed as they came in, wearing diamonds everywhere, even carrying diamond weapons! Ooh! Light shone and refracted everywhere, rainbow in color, gleaming on the Capitolites' jewelry.

"DISTRICT TWO!" Xerxes bellowed as he jumped out of his seat, accidentally knocking Cassius off of his seat, his strange hair bouncing up and down. It was not hard to tell why Xerxes was so excited.

The tributes of two wore some sort of holographic outfit that made it seem like they were fresh out of war. Spartans coming out of Persian territory. Joe carried a bloody sword, while Alexa's whole quiver of arrows seemed to be recycled or taken from the bloody ground. What was ironic was that Xerxes is a Persian name. The crowd shouted out in cheers as District 2 passed by like war heroes.

As Xerxes pulled Cassius back up, the tributes of 3 rode in, their horses in… was that armor? And were those horses unicorns, or were they pegasi? DRAGON-HORSES? Some sort of holographic design was changing the horses, and the chariot riders. Video games. This was all on video games. The gamer Capitolites cheered as they recognized characters they had played as, slayed, and allied with in their favorite games, courtesy of the geniuses at 3. A roar of approval came from one block of the capitol.

"Oh, and look at the pair from 4!" Cassius shouted as Xerxes sneezed into his handkerchief. The horses were both brown, resembling wood, resembling a Trojan horse. Cat and Seth stood on their chariot-boat… thing, both wearing the clothes of Greek soldiers ready to invade Troy. A cheer erupted from the crowd.

District 5 followed very shortly. The two tributes, like several other tributes before them, had war-themed outfits. They wore the outfits of factory bomb workers, oil soaked and ashy. Their pockets were filled with matches, which spilled out, scraped against the ground, and were set alight, causing some explosions and smoke. "Looks like the pair from 5 are walking fireworks!"

"All of these tributes seem to have just come out of some war!" Xerxes said excitedly, as the mid-low Sun dipped behind the mountains in the distance. District 6 did not disappoint. The horses, which seemed to be on humongous roller-skates, were pulling Rev and Christina, who wore a helmet and aviator jacket, as well as a parachute, which seemed to be up in the sky, hoisted by some strange air vents inside of their chariot.

District 7 rolled in on a catapult, pulled by three strong horses instead of two. "And… We've got a shot!" Xerxes exclaimed.

"Yes, indeed. District 7 seems to be shooting wooden flakes forwards," said Cassius, as Damas and India pulled down the catapult's chain again.

District 8 boasted some strange textile patterns meant to be for camouflage during a guerilla war. The girl's was much more radiant than her partner, who seemed to have a smug smile at the moment. Unknowingly, his stylist gazed from the audience, thinking how awesome the boy actually was. "Just look at that camouflage!"

"What? Where? I can't see it!" Flickerman joked as a reply, laughing afterwards as the tributes from District 1 reached the inner circle, and District 9 and 10 pulled in. Both of the districts looked like cooks from the army, for grain and for meat respectively. Some strange slosh covered their aprons. "Makes me a bit hungry." Xerxes commented.

The two tributes from District 11 appeared as some natives for a guerilla warfare attack, both holding reed blowguns that shot cherries out of them.

District 12 pulled in, their outfits appearing to be cannon handlers. A cannon sat in the middle of their chariot, gunpowder and coal all over the ground, ready to be set ablaze. The cannon's fuse was shortening and shortening…

Meanwhile, the final District, District 13 paraded into the line, their x-ray suits creating some sort of animation of the deterioration of a person's skeleton. The District 12 cannon blasted as Xerxes shouted, "These are the tributes for the 155th Annual Hunger Games!"

Sorry for the short chapter, but as usual, the chariot rides are kinda boring. Ah well. Just you wait for tomorrow's chapters. Yup, I'm uploading two tomorrow.

I've also taken the liberty of making a poll for favorite tributes on my profile. It won't be very accurate, of course, if you do it now, because you haven't seen every character's point of view yet. I promise you, everybody will get at least one before the Games.

And as always, please review!