Here are the chariot rides!
POV: The Head Gamemaker, Jezebel Jarring
Ah, the chariots. My favorite event of The Hunger Games; aside from the arena. My Avox, Spinelle, leads me to the seat that was reserved just for me. It's the chair I sit in every year, a big oak one with purple cushions. As I ease into it, I turn to say to Spinelle,
"That is all. I won't be needing anything else for the rest of the evening. You are dismissed." She nods, and walks off, slowly. I turn my green eyes to the screen, where a live broadcast will be shown, after the announcers stop talking. We, as Gamemakers, do not sit in the crowd and watch the tributes go by in the streets. We sit in this room, and observe them from the live cameras placed on every corner of the Capitol, and take notes. I tuck one of my black hairs back behind my ear, and take out my notebook and pencil. Suddenly, the anthem blasts through the speakers, and the tributes from District 1 are pulled forward by the prancing chariot horses.
Crimson Night and Velvet Poise are a stunning pair; but polar opposites. Velvet with her shimmering blond hair and dancing blue eyes, dressed in a silver ball gown, with glittering precious stones on every frill. Her already pale skin is spray-painted white, which makes her seem other-worldly, like someone from the Capitol. Crimson has his black hair slicked back, and his seductive grey eyes already convincing the women to sponsor him. His transparent silver suit is the exact same shade of Velvet's dress, and his skin as well. They manage to look beautiful and menacing at the same time, something only Career tributes can do. I would expect nothing less from District 1, and I am not disappointed.
The crowd screams their names, and many roses are thrown their way. And then District 2's chariot is pulled forward, and the people scream even louder.
I ready my pencil for more notes.
The first thing I notice is September Carson's refined and dazzling beauty that has not flaw. But she is not ever paying attention to the crowd; she's staring straight ahead, as if the crowd is not worthy of her gaze. September's face is contorted into a mocking grin, and uncaring eyes. Her flowing dark hair frames her face, with just one curl resting by her chin. She's dressed in a grey body-suit, showing off all of her curves and perfect figure. It covers her from the top of her neck to above her ankles. Every part of the suit is covered with metal-colored gems that flash by themselves. Remarkable, unforgettable. Her district partner though, Marble Roland, is standing next to her awkwardly. He keeps scratching below his neck and behind his head and has a bored expression. Not the usual attitude from a District 2 male, I think. He is two heads taller than September, making the pair look a little off center. Marble's red-brown hair looks like his prep team attempted to style it, but ended in disaster. It looks as though he has just stepped out of bed. Interesting pair; and I look forward to seeing them in the arena.
District 3's tributes are pulled out, with electric yellow horses, and glowing gold-colored reins.
Felix Ramirez and Spider Cretz come out, looking like androids, something stylists haven't attempted before. It's really something. Felix's dark hair is left in its natural state, and one of his brown eyes is covered by a robotic looking…eye patch? There's really no right word to describe it. He's standing tall, and is looking at the crowd with a small, but determined, smile. The android body suit he's wearing is a dark black, with yellow circuits running through it, which are flashing. It complements his coffee colored skin nicely. Spider has small beauty, but it's there. Her face matches Felix's; but it shows that she's making a huge effort to not look nervous. Her brownish hair is in a neat bun, much better than the one at the reaping. Spider's black eyes are glowing, also covered by an android eye patch. Much like District 2, their height difference is noticeable. A big thing to note: they are holding each other's hands. Maybe their mentors are trying the "brother, sister" angle. The crowd does throw a couple roses, that's strange, because usually District 3 is one of the least popular.
But they are soon forgotten, because the District 4 tributes are brought forth by blue horses with fake fins attached their hooves.
The two tributes, Arabella and Toshio, are dressed in giant nets, draped around them like canvases. The District 4 stylists didn't do a good job of displaying the tributes this year, in fact, they never do. But it doesn't matter, because Arabella and Toshio's beauty shows. Her dark hair placed in a high bun, letting the crowd see her pretty face. Toshio's hair looks combed, but other than that, left alone because the messy hair makes him look even sexier. They match in height, and I can't help but notice that they look alike. They look at the crowd as they pass, smiling and waving. Close behind them, come District 5's chariot.
Bronz Monthar and Lilith Green are pulled out, holding hands. I can tell they keep sneaking looks at each other, and it occurs to me that they are attracted to each other. Lilith's red hair is pulled back from her face, in a low ponytail. That allows me to see her stunning outfit, a long blue dress with pictures of DNA on it. The DNA is intertwining on the dress, making shapes and designs I have never seen before. Her shimmering green eyes look frightened at first, but then she looks excited. She starts to laugh and Bronz smiles down at her, and laughs too. His brown hair is pulled back from his blue eyes, styled with many clips.
I take a sip of my hot chocolate just as District 6's chariot follows District 5.
Kamryn Middleton, wearing a short nurse's mini dress complete with a nurse cap, with her black hair hanging straight and to her shoulders. Her green eyes are gleaming with mischief, as she keeps flicking Gingko Wyde, her district partner, in the back of the head. He responds, after fixing his shaggy hair, by almost pushing her completely off the chariot. She steadies herself, and turns to face the people, as though she just noticed they were there. Gingko's white doctor's coat hangs over him, and looks as though it's falling off, because he looks so scrawny. He puts on a confident smirk and looks at the crowd through his large blue eyes.
Then District 7 follows them, with their nut-brown steeds, whose hooves were decorated with leaves.
Alina McKennan's fierce blue eyes is what I notice first. Her face displays no emotion, and she looks at the lights curiously. Her dress is brown; with green vines intertwining around her. It brings out her brown hair, which falls to her shoulders in a straight line. Sam Broomby, with his blond hair, is dressed in the same thing, except his was like a long nightdress. He looks off balance, and grabbed Alina's arm. She turns to him, and glares. She fixes the sleeve he pulled, and turns her gaze back to the lights. District 7 has impressed me this year, because Alina has volunteered, and I took a note to keep an eye on her during the Games. But Sam; totally forgettable.
When District 8 pulled up, I notice the amazing outfits they were wearing. Flowing robes that are a strange maroon color. They have cloth crowns on their heads. I think their names are Paisley and Auberon. Paisley has chocolate hair and friendly looking green eyes. She smiles at the crowd as she passes. Auberon has big puffy red hair, with spikes in the back. Both of their hair is styled, with curly bangs. Auberon doesn't share in Paisley's enthusiasm, he just stares straight ahead. Nice pair, I have a feeling they'll do well.
District 9 strolls forward, their chariot is a metal color, I guess to represent factories. Poe Chelle, looking tiny next to Drace Hallader, is dressed in a grey factory dress, and she has dramatic make-up making her look older. Her honey colored hair is pulled back, with a grey headband. She appears amazed at the sight of the Capitol. Drace seems amused somehow, with a big grin almost hidden by his jet black hair that's amazingly spiky. He's much taller, and broader than her. They both looked energetic, waving and catching roses. The crowd likes them, and I find that I do, too. The excitement continues, because District 10 is pulled forward by black and white horses.
Shockingly, when they come out, I see Callum Leake is crying and his face is completely drenched with tears. Jylynn is trying to comfort him, but she looks on the verge of tears too. They are both wearing cow suits, but on their heads they are wearing headbands with tiny cow ears on it. Behind them, I can see their mentor, Pasture Graze, shaking her head in disappointment. I can't help but feel bad for both of them, but it will be fun seeing how they'll die. Jylynn has her dark hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and there is light make-up on her face. Callum had a bit of eyeliner, that's now dripping down his face. His rotund features are apparent. They pass, and then District 11 comes forward, with orange horses.
This year, the tributes both have fair skin. Usually, they have dark skin, so these tributes must have come from the rich part of District 11. Ellink, who I think is called Link, is dressed in tight brown shorts, and from his neck down he is painted with brown and green swirls. It's quite of weird, at least that's what I think. His brown hair look styled, falling to the side. Gailia Farley, who is much taller than Link, is dressed the same, but has a tight woven bra around her chest. Her sun-streaked blond hair is pulled back from her hazel eyes in a high ponytail. They seem comfortable next to each other, and are happily catching roses as the crowd screams at them.
And bringing up the rear is District 12. I lean back in my chair, and let out a sigh of relief. Almost done.
They follow District 11 in a really black chariot, with jet black horses. Phelan McCallister stands next to Emily Grey, towering over her. They're dressed in the traditional coal miner's uniform, an orange jumpsuit. I see the same thing every year; I wish the stylists would do something different for a change. Phelan's long black hair is hidden under a hard hat, which brings out his light eyes. Emily, who is not a pretty sight, stands with her hands over her ears, as if the crowd was too loud. Her buck teeth are showing through her tiny mouth, making her look like a mole. As soon as they go past, the camera view switches to the President, who is waiting for the tributes to arrive in the City Circle. This is my cue to leave; I never liked listening to his speeches. Clark Revenue, one of the Gamemakers, says something to me as I'm walking through the door,
"Why are you leaving, Jezebel? It's not over." I turn and give him an irritated glance before setting off to find Spinelle. I could use another hot chocolate, because I have a lot of programming to do for the arena. An evil grin appears on my face, the tributes have no idea what kinds of horrors await them in the arena. A laugh escapes me.
I love my job.
This took me eternity to write! Sorry it took so long! I have a huge headache...but I hope you guys like it! Oh, here's a fun fact: I based Jezebel Jarring off of myself. Because, in a way, I am the Head Gamemaker. :D
I added something to this story: Everytime you review, you increase your tribute's chance of winning! So, don't forget to review!
~ArtificialLove