Tonight is my Chariot night. It's basically where the Tributes ride around in Chariots so the Capitol citizens can see how we look. If we look great, we have a higher chance of sponsors. This night attracts a lot of pedophiles for some reason.
Usually, the Sector 12 Tributes dress in mine uniforms, making us look ugly. For some reason, nobody thought to make us look good for seventy four years.
The rest of the Tributes are beautiful. Don't take that in a yaoi sort of way, please.
After we all finished the Chariot Ride, we had to take our interviews with Caesar Saladman. I'd tell you about the other Tributes interviews, but that would require more than six of them to be named.
I walked up to Caesar, and sat in the chair next to him.
"Hello, Kamuss!" Caesar said to me, "Now, tell us a little bit about yourself."
"Um... My name is Kamuss Evermean, and I'm amazing at everything. Despite being perfect at everything, I have the amazing ability to be considered a three dimensional character." I answered.
"That's very interesting. Let's see..." He looked through his cue cards, which, in a typical Capitol fashion, are sparkely, "What would you do if you won the Games?"
"I guess I'd take advantage of my infinite snack privlege."
"That's... Interesting," Caesar told the audience, obviously fearing that I will eat salad. Because his name is Saladman! Oh, screw you, I'm clever, "Now, why don't you go up there and twirl!" Caesar suggested.
"Why?" I asked him.
"Because this chapter is really boring, and everyone expects us to do that fire scene." He answered, honestly.
I walked up to the end of the stage, and twirled, my dress suddenly catching fire. All the fan girls then run to their Deviant Arts and draw the dress. Hopefully, the fire-dress won't be a common occurence.
I mean, that would be awful.