There's a rumbling as the two massive doors open. The crowds of colourful citizens hush one another in anticipation. For a moment, nothing happens but then the first chariot rolls out, the District 1 tributes on board. The crowd sudden leaps to their feet, roaring with excitement as being so close to the stars of the Hunger Games.
The District 1 tributes are dressed in luxury. Lavish brings a bright smile as she waves to the crowd. Blowing the occasional kiss. Her body hugged by a golden gown. Two strips of fabric attach to her wrists, giving the illusion she has wings.
"I love you all," Lavish proudly says as she waves.
Beside her, Victor stares forward. Not bothered to wave. A few times, something catches his eye but he turns back to face the massive Tribute Center in front of him. Letting out a yawn. Despite not seeming enthusiastic, the crowd still goes wild upon seeing him. Gold fabric wraps around his waist, stretching up onto his far shoulder and cascading down his back, leaving most of his torso bare. The women scream at his bulging muscles, sending roses flying through the air.
The next chariot is pulling out. District 2. Jacqueline stares straight forward. Her chest is puffed out, her eyes narrowed, a look that says "I've won," plastered on her face. The solid brick outfit only adding to her lethal appearance.
On her side, Homer is waving radically. Leaning over the chariot, blowing kisses, loving the attention being bestowed upon him. He wears an identical brick outfit but the seriousness of the clothing seems to be wasted on him.
"Homer, Homer, Homer," He begins to chant to the crowd.
District 3 is pulling out. The tributes are dressed in green unitards with lines and graphics that represent wires on a computer chip. The first pair of tributes to actually be in sync with how they present themselves. Vivienne waves cautiously, being overwhelmed by the immense crowds. Beside her, her district partner stands. Jax waves to the crowds but not with a look of smile, a look of determination. Gripping onto the railing of the chariot to keep him up, he seems to be struggling to even stand on his own in the moving wagon.
The tower of a boy from District 4 pulls out. It would be hard to miss someone as tall as him yet he seems to be trying to make himself as small as possible well riding on the chariot. His shoulders scooted inward, head lowered, slender frame held still as possible. He gives waves with the slight smile. Beside him, his district partner stands proud. A smile plastered on her face as she waves at the crowd.
The both of them dressed in blue garments with jewels sewed into them that represents the sea shimmering in the sun.
District 5 is wheeling out. The crowd screams at their outfits, impressed with the design. The tributes stand in well suited dark clothing with light-bulbs attached. They dazzle, flashing soft light to the crowd of citizens. Making the District 5 tributes look like a night sky covered in stars.
The tributes smile. Both waving at the people. Perl seems more true to this as Reilly has to stop every so often and glares harshly at the people but then forces another smile. Halfway down the avenue, Reilly stops smiling and waving overall and just glares. Perl keeps her charming personality. A few people toss roses and she catches the one she can, bundling them up.
"Thank you!" She hollers over the music.
District 6 pulls and the crowd takes a collective gasp. They're dressed in green and brown outfits that are designed to look like they are wrapped in tire treads but that isn't what the audience reacts to. Felicity is unemotional, looking at the crowd with no concern. With one hand she holds the chariot, the other is raised forward, her middle finger raised to the crowds.
Her district partner, Ash, forces a smile and waves but is breathing heavy and sweat forms on his forehead. He screams a few thank yous and comments to the Capitol but the music drowns him out.
The District 7 tributes are dressed like lumberjacks. Their shirts plaid, brown pants, an axe prop in her hands. Eretria stares at those she passes, though no smile, she gives the occasional innocent wave but mostly keeps herself reserved. The same as her district partner but he is more angry than reserved. Seeming to be fuming as he glares forward. He mutters a few words under his breath but not one person hearing him with the music blaring.
District 8 is rolling out now. The female wearing a gorgeous red royal dress with gold stencils. She smiles and waves at the crowds. Giving thank yous as she flies past.
Stitch is dressed in a similar outfit. A red suit on him with gold markings. A grin is planted on his face as he waves to those around him. He gives a wave and blows a few kisses towards the camera, one for each of his sisters back home in District 8.
"I love you," He yells.
District 9 rolls into view. The tributes are beautiful with hand sewed outfits made from wheat. The plant dangles from their shoulders and wastes, blowing in the wind as the chariot rolls down the avenue. The crowd cheers in response.
The female smiles and waves. Shaun responding the same way. He is careful to keep himself sturdy on the chariot but does his best to win the crowd.
He goes to say something when the crowd suddenly is deafening. They clap, cheer, chant. The District 10 tributes rolling out in outfits similar to animals. Ryder in a fur hide that goes over his shoulders, down his back, and wraps along his legs. A pair of horns sticking from his head. Addy is elegant, high heels, puffy innocent ears, tanned makeup resembling deer markings.
The two hold one another. Ryder taking the lead as he kisses Addy in front of everyone. The crowd begins to chant for them, the two lovers of District 10.
"Dis-trict-10!" They say over and over. A few people screaming Addy or Ryder's name as they roll past. Roses cascading down in front of them.
District 10 has stolen the attention from District 11's chariot. The two in beige outfits with foam fruits attached to their body. Soya and Archer came out with large smiles and waves but realizing barely anyone was paying attention to them have turned into glares toward the two young lovers from District 10.
District 12 rolls out in bulky miner outfits complete with headgear, lamp, and picks. Callie seems to be joining District 11 in glaring at the tributes from 10 for stealing the attention off of them but gives more waves to the crowd.
Carlos is oblivious to the lack of eyes on District 12. He hops around, laughing, waving, his eyes bright as someone tosses him a rose.
"Hello! Hi! Thank you!" He smiles at the crowd.
The tributes chariots gather outside the Training Center as the president steps out. A tall, middle-aged man. His dark hair combed back as he raises his hand, the crowd and music coming to a silence.
"Tributes," His voice is surprisingly pleasant and cheery, "the Capitol welcomes you with open arms. And we salute your sacrifice, bravery, and honour that you will present. We wish you all happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour!"
I know I still am yet to introduce about 4 tributes but in all honesty I wasgetting bored of the "Here is a tribute, here is how they think, some banter...Here is another tribute, some of how they think, baner. Over and over again. So I plan to lengthing how many chapters training would take and introduce the last few tributes there.
So what do you think of the parade? Obviously District 10 blew it out of the water, that mean they are a threat or nothing to worry about?