POV Sofia
Finally we arrive in the capital. It's huge and looks like candy. I am so exhausted I just head upstairs to the penthouse crash on my bed and fall asleep. After you wake up I don't breakfast where they are serving round flat cakes and crispy pork. It smells amazing, so I sit down and dig in. 20 minutes after I come into the room Toby enters. His hair is all messed up from sleep and I squirm a little on the on the inside. It looks perfectly natural and everything about him seems perfect. We make small talk, and Cinna comes in to prep me for the Chariots.
Cinna has me suited me up in a LED tube top with a a chiffon red orange and yellow button up sleeveless shirt on top. I am also wearing sparkly black jeans, and my hair is pulled back with a black headband. The tube top also gives off air so the slightest movement looks like I'm on fire. I feel stunning. After I change I go to the living room and wait for Toby. He comes down in an almost identical outfit and I am again taken aback by how beautiful he is. The curve of his face, and the way his hair sweeps gently across his eyes. I want to reach my hand out and stroke his face, but then I remember. For me to survive he has to die.
POV Toby
Sofia looks pretty in her outfit, and gives of the illusion of flames and coal, ( which is the point, I guess so…) we walked into the elevator in silence and watch as the floor below us gets closer and closer each passing second with each passing second. Soon it slows to a stop, and the crystal doors open. There Tinkera stands. My stomach drops down to my butt. I think she has officially made me gay. But Andrew, he's special. He looks like an angel descended from heaven. Tinkera puts her hand on my shoulder and I try to resist the urge to puke. Luckily, my stylist, Portia and Sofia's stylist, Cinna come. They take to a ring, where chariots are lined up. They lead us to the last one in the line, with black horses and simple black chariot. I begin to see the other tributes enter their chariots, and I gulp. They didn't look so huge and muscular on television. The music starts to play and we quickly hop into our chariot. The horses pull forward, and I can soon hear the roars from the Capital. We pull into the arena, and the crowd cheers for us. I feel great, all this attention, until I notice the boy from four coming back around the loop one more time. He turns and looks at us. Time slows down. I stare at him, shaken by how real and beautiful he is. Then time demands a reality check and I am whipped out of the slow-mo minute. We finish our lap and the chariot eventually pulls to a stop.
I look up at the balcony to the president. Oh yeah. I forgot Seneca Crane was the president now. He looks down at all the tributes, and begins his speech. " I would like to welcome you all the the 100th annual hunger games." He pauses as a roar comes up from the crowd. "This year is special. As this is my first year as president I would like to make sure it's especially memorable. As you know the stakes have been raised to triple the winnings. However, I would like to add, that the winner and his or her whole family, will be able to move to the Capitol for the rest of their lives."
The crowd goes wild.