These 5 tributes won favor in my polls that I had for the Chariots. After this, I will do the POVs at random. Enjoy! And, P.S., sorry for the little break. I'm back!

Congratulations to:

Glace DeBay, District 1

Demetrius Silverstreet, District 3

Gideon "Glitch" Askey, District 5

Gen Himstone, District 8

Thomas "Saint" Tellerium, District 12

GLACE DEBAY, DISTRICT 1

"Glace. Glace DeBay," I said, holding my glittery hand out to the dashing boy beside me who smelled like roses. He was beautiful, yes, but so was the girl standing to my left, who I presumed was from District 4. We were all glamourized and plastic-looking, but my district partner, who professed himself as Drakon, and I looked wonderful in sparkling complementing outfits. All of the tributes were gathered in the barn that held our chariots that we would make our first impressions on.

My mind was racing. I tried not to think about the brutal death that may or may not have awaited me, but it seemed strange to have that fate in the midst of all those seemingly normal teenagers. It was a cliquey atmosphere just like a high school cafeteria. Kids were in groups trying to find their potential allies. I, of course, was fraternizing with the Careers.

The kids in the initial group were Drakon, a small girl with black bangs, a tall brown-headed guy, a redheaded guy, a Goth girl, and the blonde chick who I guessed that was from District 4. We got to talking, and I figured out that Emerald, that was the girl's name, was from District 9. She wasn't a Career, but Wren, the brown-headed guy from 2, seemed to like her.

The Goth girl kept eying me in a strange way. She did the same with Drakon; her eyes moved up and down our radiant bodies. "So, are you guys excited?" I said it to break the nervous awkwardness, but the moment I said it I knew I shouldn't have. "Excited? Are you serious?" The small girl with the bangs, who was from District 2, said brashly. Our chariot, pulled by gleaming white horses, pulled up. Finally. Somewhere where I wouldn't be socially uncomfortable.

"Welcome, Glace and Drakon!" Ephraim said. Great, I thought. He bothered to look our names up again. "Please embark the chariot." Drakon got on first, and he helped me up. The floor was glass, and it felt kind of like we were floating. "Now, remember," Ephraim whispered. "Smile and make them like you. It may be the difference between life and death." Drakon shook his head as Ephraim walked away.

"Good luck," I stammered out. "You, too." He nodded as we took positions on the chariot. Slowly, the horses pulled us out of the barn's opening. The hundreds of thousands of brightly colored people started yelling. I smiled widely, but Drakon stood firm with a blank face. The people, they got to me. I smiled and waved, and they threw flowers at me. I caught one and took a whiff. It was a rose.

Mid-parade, Drakon took it from me. He inhaled it deeply, and I just looked away. He was pretty strange, but I bet he could use a weapon. The Careers are bringing home a victor this year.

I listened to the faint noise of my name being chanted. "Glace! Glace! Glace!" I smiled and waved until the chanting stopped. Someone else had diverted their attention. As we pulled in front of President Snow, I looked at Drakon. He was still inhaling the scent of the rose. I replayed their chanting in my head. Would they chant my name again if I were to win? We'll just have to find out, then.

DEMETRIUS SILVERSTREET, DISTRICT 3

I hugged Static tightly the first second I saw her again. She had been crying, and the brightly-colored metallic makeup that had once beautifully adorned her eyeshad been smudged all over her wet face. She choked on her tears. "Shh," I said, stroking her now messy hair. "Demetrius," she sobbed. I held her, and I felt utterly awful that this had to happen.

The kids in the barn were all clumped together socializing. Static and I were in the middle of the awkward mess hugging and crying like maniacs. I told her to quiet down, that we'd be alright. She looked at me and shook her head with a very melancholy look in her eyes. She knew it wasn't true.

"Static, wipe your eyes. Let's go meet people." I wasn't the most social, and neither was Static. Growing up as orphan kids really put a hermit effect on us. I found two teenage guys talking. One was muscular and dark-haired, and one was significantly smaller with blonde hair. I pulled Static's arm to their group.

"Hi," I said to them. "Hey." They both said. I started some small talk about the muscly boy's outfit. He laughed lightheartedly and introduced himself as Darius. The other, quieter boy introduced himself as Saint.

It didn't take long for Static to be blabbering like a parrot. She starting talking about electrical work and I could tell the boys thought she was mentally crazy. Either way, we got along okay. In spite of myself, I said, "Alliance?"

Darius grinned. "Yeah." Saint nodded with a hint of a smile on his face. We looked over to see District 2's chariot being pulled out. "Well, got to go. See you later." I said, pulling the still chattering Static onto the chariot that had motors and gears on four posts extending from the corners. I quite liked it.

Pilaf, the escort for District 3, approached us. "Smile and wave, dearies!" She said energetically. I wanted to roll my eyes, but I just stood still waiting for our arrival. We slowly started progressing as I looked at Static. "We can do this, you know."

"I know." She smiled and waved at the crowd. I knew she knew how to play the game. Together, maybe we could get her home.

GIDEON "GLITCH" ASKEY, DISTRICT 5

I was leaning up against the dark back wall as the other kids were talking. I was thinking of a strategy in the Games while shuffling my cards. Should I turn on the charm and make allies now? Should I never have any allies at all? No, no. I needed something more scheme-like, something cleverer. I thought of it then.

I would go out on my own at first. Then I'd find the Careers. Then, after I disown myself from them, I'd find one or two reliable allies to kill off the rest with. It would be easy to go home. Easy-peasy.

I shuffled my cards up some more. I knew that soon I would have to get on the chariot with that weird blonde girl from my district. She would probably have a breakdown on the Chariot and she would mutter something strange like she did before. I wonder if she brought a token with her. Her mother's favorite ruby earrings? A diamond pendant? She'd be up for a game Chase the Ace, I bet.

District 4's odd pair of a Gothic girl and a redheaded boy loaded onto the oceanfront chariot that had (real) dead fish laying all over it. I stuck my bent cards in my pocket as I walked over to embark our dazzling chariot. The blonde girl was there, and she actually looked sort of cute. Her hair was combed and she didn't look as much like a stray mutt as she did back home. I could deal with it.

I didn't say a word to her during the parade, anyways. I guess I was too nervous at the time. We pulled out of the barn in our lit-up chariot as the Capitol people watched us wordlessly. We weren't fan favorites, I guess. We both were kind of funny-looking for the Capitol, even though I'd say they were the messed up ones. As soon as we pulled in front of the shriveled-up President Prune, I turned to the girl.

"I'm Glitch," I said nonchalantly. "Oh, cool. I'm Persephone." She talked like an actual human being. I guess that little play up at the Reaping was out of nerves. "You have any allies?" I said. "No, not yet. I'm looking, though." "Me too." I said. "Well, then, I have a plan." She said. "Let's ally up and find some more during Training. We can find the best fighters there."

I looked at that girl that I once thought was stupid. "Good plan." I said. I genuinely liked it. She grinned. She wasn't looking that stupid at all, actually.

She was looking okay.

GEN HIMSTONE, DISTRICT 8

Vale and I instantly found each other. I hugged her, but I soon realized that I was still, in lack of a better term, friend zoned. She hugged me back, though, and I knew she was trying not to cry. She looked beautiful in her dress, and I just wanted to take her back home. I knew I could at least try.

"Nervous?" I stepped out of the hug as I looked at her. "Yes," she said meekly. I knewshe was holding back tears. I couldn't tell her now how I felt. I really shouldn't tell her in the arena, either, but I guess it was all that I had.

"Listen," I said. "We have to be in these Games. Why don't we be allies, and get together and fight? Two is better than one." She looked into my eyes and replied, "Yes. Absolutely." I held her hand, and at that moment, I was okay with being 'friend-zoned'.

We watched the other kids board the chariots. The girl and boy from four got onto their sea-themed chariot. The 5 kids, 6 kids, and 7 kids were loaded before Vale and I walked towards the loading dock. Our escort, Bartholomew, didn't acknowledge us at all. What a jerk.

I took Vale's hand again, tighter this time. Our horses started moving, and I whispered to her, "Smile and look happy. They will like us." I put on a big, fake, jolly smile as we exited the barn. The Capitol people with skin of all shades of the rainbow screamed at us. They liked us.

"Gen! Vale! Gen! Vale!" I couldn't help myself from almost laughing when I heard their chanting. They looked up our names. I guess they thought that we were lovers.

I guess they liked it even more that we were… hmm, how should I put it… star-crossed lovers? Yes, that's it. We were star-crossed lovers.

THOMAS "SAINT" TELLERIUM, DISTRICT 12

The moment I looked at the group of kids, I saw my partner. A big, muscular guy with shaggy black hair stood there alone, and I approached him. "Hey," I said. "I'm Saint, District 12. "Oh, hey. I'm Darius from 10." He extended his large hand. I shook it. I told him about myself, how "irrelevant" I would be in the Games since I had no weapon training. He told me he would teach me how to throw knives in Training. This guy was my hero.

We talked a while more about how we got Reaped and such. A girl and a boy, who I guessed to be from District 3, approached us. We all said our hellos, and then Demetrius, the boy, made a funny comment about Darius's lovely cowboy outfit. Darius had a good sense of humor, and he laughed like a small boy. I couldn't help but laugh, too.

Demetrius cut right to the chase. He asked us about an alliance. I said sure, why not. The girl, Static, seemed impeccably smart and Demetrius seemed so as well. We could use that, I thought. After the District 3 kids had left to board their chariot, Darius and I chatted more.

I learned that he was unimpeachable with a knife, and he was kin of ancient Rebellion leaders. That was good in my book, since I disliked the Capitol. I told him about the origin of my nickname, and that spawned a good laugh. We got along like buddies. Buddies who, if they had the chance, could kill each other.

We watched the chariots drone on. District 5, 6, and 7 all were loaded and sent off as 8 and 9 pulled up. "Hey, meet me in Training," Darius said. "Will do," I replied as he walked off to meet a pretty girl who loaded the 10 chariot, too. I walked over to the remaining people. There was the mayor's son's wife, looking miserable while standing alone. I could have easily guessed just from her expression that she was from lovely District 12.

"Hi," I said. "You're Cammelia, right?" I don't know how her name came to me, but it did. "Yes," She said. "Well, I thought I'd wish you good luck." I saw out of the corner of my eye that the 11 kids were loading. "Thanks, you too. I hope one of us wins. You know, for our district." She walked to the chairiot. I nodded in agreement, surprised at how charismatic I was being.

Our coal-themed chariot pulled out. Our escort was nowhere to be found. I felt bad for Percalia; she had been stuck with 12, the "worst" district, for all these years. Rumor had it that she was moving up to 5 next year, but who knows for sure?

I watched as we departed the barn. The Capitol people were going wild over Darius and the girl. I smiled for him. Having a liked ally was not shabby, and I really thought that he seemed trustworthy. I waved a bit, but Cammelia just stood there. It wasn't long before we pulled right in front of President Snow.

He was a small, shriveling old man. He reminded me of something, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He stood up and walked to the front of his balcony. "Welcome, tributes." I looked behind him to see the Head Gamemaker, a young man who had dark hair and eyes. "We have a lot in store for you this year. I'm hoping to see the strongest one of you all victorious. Happy Hunger Games," he sighed dramatically. "And may the odds be ever in your favor."

A snake. That's it. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who caught how his tongue flickered, or how his body moved. He was an old snake, that's what it was. I grasped the chariot as we made a circle back into the barn. Hopefully, the odds would be in my favor.

If not, I don't know what I'm going to do.

Hello! Hope you liked the Chariots. I'm going to be very, very busy this month (braces off, vacation, play performances, parades, my birthday, Christmas, a whole bunch of other stuff) so I will apologize in advance if I'm not posting very often. After the holidays, I will be able to get this done. I hope you like the tributes!

The next POVs will be random. I'm excited! Take care, and thanks for reading!