A/N Hi everyone! Here's the chariot rides!


Rani Glyniss, age 27

Gamemaker


I sit back in my seat, which is in the special section of seats reserved for the Gamemakers. I smile as I sip my Lemon Splurge. Having a seat reserved for me makes me feel important.

Especially since my seat is only one seat away from Seneca Crane. Mr Crane started liking me a lot more after my mutt design got the President's stamp of approval. Even though said mutt design was actually just a doodle.

No one has to know that though.

I am shaken out of my thoughts by the sound of trumpets blaring, and then Claudius Templesmith announces the beginning of the Chariot Rides. I lean forward in my seat in anticipation.

The first District is, of course, District 1. The whole crowd gasps in joy as they come out. This year, District 1's chariot is pulled by a pair of snow-white horses with diamonds threaded through their manes. The tributes themselves, however, are the reason for the gasps. The girl tribute, a tall, flaxen-haired beauty, is wearing a knee-length, long-sleeved, silver-and-blue dress with a special silver gossamer skirt that goes down to her ankles on top of the actual dress. She is wearing platinum gladiator heels and a short cape made of some kind of white fur. Probably ermine. Her hair is curled and threaded with diamonds, and she is wearing a headdress made of diamonds and peacock feathers.

I think her name is Alara, and she is waving at the crowd with a savage smile on her face.

Beside Alara is her District partner, Jade. He is wearing silver-and-blue suit. The shirt is blue, and the jacket and pants are silver. The jacket's sleeves are studded with diamonds, and he is wearing a diamond-and-platinum belt. He has a long peacock feather sticking out of his jacket pocket.

His smile is less deranged than Alara's, and he is waving confidently.

Next is District 2 and the crowds' cheers grow louder as the chariot pulled by cherry roan horses comes into the sunlight.

D2's girl tribute, a daughter of victor named Topaz, is wearing a very short, tank-top-style-sleeved, leather dress. The skirt of the dress is covered in iron spikes, and she is wearing two iron, spike-covered bracelets. She is wearing leather combat boots with iron toes and iron spikes on the heels. Her hair is swept into a side braid, and she has a leather band holding her hair out of her face.

Topaz is waving and smiling, but she looks slightly awkward.

The male tribute, a sixteen-year-old named Atlas, is wearing a shirt and pants made of leather. The shirt has iron, spike-covered shoulder pads attached to them, and he is wearing a pair of leather boots with iron toes.

Atlas looks just as awkward as Topaz.

District 3 comes out next in a chariot pulled by steel-grey horses.

The little twelve-year-old girl and the shy, fifteen-year-old boy. I can't wait to see this.

Dayta, the girl tribute, is wearing a knee-length, short-sleeved, wire-wrapped dress. The wires are made of dark gray metal. She is wearing dark gray shoes with wires attached to them, and the wires are wrapped around her ankles. Her hair woven with wires and done in two braids.

She is waving shyly and smiling sweetly.

Paris, the boy tribute, is wearing a light gray shirt with a wire-wrapped jacket and pants. The wires are the same as Dayta's wires. Even his shoes are wrapped in wires.

He is waving awkwardly, and trying to smile, but the smile looks a little forced.

The crowd roars as District 4 comes out in a chariot pulled by blue roan horses with pearls threaded through their manes.

The girl, a thirteen-year-old named Marlin, is wearing a knee-length, tank-top-style-sleeved, turquoise dress with a light blue chiffon overlay. The neckline of the dress is lined with pearls, and the sleeves are lined with lace. There are two pink seashells attached to the shoulders of the dress. Attached to the seashells is a light blue gossamer cape, the bottom of which has a darker blue wave pattern on it. She is wearing fishnet stockings and pink ballet flats. She is also wearing two golden bracelets, and the cape is also attached to these. Her long hair is done in a long braid studded with pearls.

The boy, a volunteer named Sebastian, is wearing a long-sleeved, pirate-style white shirt with a pair of black pants. He is wearing a pair of brown leather boots, and he has a pair of gold shoulder pads attached to his shirt. Attached to the shoulder pads is a cape that looks exactly like Marlin's, except not made of gossamer. He is also wearing a pair of gold bracers on his wrists, and the cape is also attached to these.

Both District 4 tributes are standing very still. I wonder why.

Just then, my question is answered. The District 4 tributes lift their arms in unison, causing their capes to billow out behind them, giving the illusion that ocean waves are crashing behind their chariot.

I clap along with everyone else.

Next District 5 comes out in a chariot pulled by a pair of dark brown horses with glowing beads threaded through their manes.

Both D5's tributes this year are sixteen-year-olds. The girl, Sierra, is wearing a tight, ankle-length, long-sleeved dress that is covered in glowing pink beads. Her hair is up in two buns with strands of glowing beads wrapped around them. She is wearing pink high-heels.

Sierra's arms are folded and she is scowling, but the crowd loves it.

The boy, Jasper, is wearing an orange shirt, and his jacket and pants are covered in glowing red beads. Even his shoes are covered in glowing red beads.

He looks completely emotionless, so the crowd is pretty much ignoring him.

District 6 comes out next in a chariot pulled by a pair of dark brown horses with silver manes and tails.

The girl, a fourteen-year-old named Jessica, is wearing a knee-length, short-sleeved, puffy-skirted, light gray dress with black train-track patterns all over it. She's wearing a little hat with a littl pipe sticking out of it, and the pipe is puffing smoke. She's wearing tall, light gray boots with lace lining on top, and her red hair is curled and streaked with silver.

She's waving, but she's not smiling.

The boy, an eighteen-year-old named Crispin, is wearing a blue shirt, and his pants and jacket are light gray with black train-track patterns all over them. He's wearing a hat like Jessica's, except the hat is bigger than Jessica's hat. He's wearing a pair of light gray shoes.

He's waving and smiling shyly.

Then District 7 comes out in a chariot pulled by a pair of light brown horses with vines threaded through their manes.

The girl, a sixteen-year-old whose name escapes me, is wearing a short, tank-top-style-sleeved dress. The dress has a skirt that looks like it's made of dark green leaves, and the top of the dress is dappled light-green-and-gold. She is wearing two bracelets that look like they are made of vines, and she's wearing a pair of green ballet flats with vines attached to them, and the vines wrap around her legs up to her knees. Her hair has been straightened, and she's wearing a crown made of leaves.

She's smiling and waving shyly.

The boy, a seventeen-year-old whose name I can't remember, is wearing a tank-top-style shirt and a pair of brown pants. He is wearing a belt that looks like it's made of vines, and his boots are green. He's wearing a crown of leaves, just like his District partner.

District 8 comes out next in a chariot pulled by a pair of white-and-red spotted horses.

The girl, who is another twelve-year-old, is wearing a short-sleeved, knee-length, tutu dress made of several different kinds of fabric. The dress is many different colors, and so are the little girl's shoes. Her hair is done in two pigtails.

She is smiling and waving enthusiastically. I smile. She's adorable.

The boy, who is thirteen, is wearing a white shirt and a multicolored jacket and pants. Like the girl's dress, it's made out of several different kinds of fabric. His shoes are brown.

He is glaring at everyone, but the crowd loves it. I roll my eyes, and decide I don't like him.

As District 9 comes out in a chariot pulled by a pair of palominos with white manes and tails, I huff in annoyance. None of theses tributes have caught my eye so far, and I'm supposed to be helping my younger sister figure out who to sponsor.

Mitzi still lives at home, so she has a lot more money than I do.

I shake my head to clear it and focus on the tributes.

The girl from D9, a seventeen-year-old whose name once again escapes me, is wearing a very short, tank-top-style-sleeved dress that looks like it is made of braided wheat. The front of the dress ends at about the girl's mid-thigh, but the back part of the dress is much longer, in fact, it's so long it drapes on the ground. The whole dress is wheat-gold. Her black hair has been taken out of the cornrows it was in at the Reaping, so now her hair falls in waves over her shoulders. She is wearing two gold bracelets, and she is wearing gold gladiator heels.

She's waving at the crowd, but there's a spark in her that makes me sit up straight. I make a mental note to recommend the girl from D9 to Mitzi.

The boy from D9, an eighteen-year-old whose name I can't remember, is wearing a brown shirt and a jacket and pants that look like they are made of woven wheat. The pants and the jacket are the same color as his District partner's dress. His shoes are brown.

He's glaring at everyone with such hatred I decide he must be some kind of a rebel. I make a mental note to mention that to Mr Crane.

I rub my forehead, feeling a headache starting to form. I remind myself that there are only three Districts to go.

District 10 comes out in a chariot pulled by a pair of brown-and-white spotted horses.

The girl, yet another twelve-year-old, is wearing a knee-length, short-sleeved dress that is covered in brown and gold feathers. She is wearing a pair of cowgirl boots, and her hair is pulled back into in a ponytail. She is also wearing a little cowgirl hat.

She isn't waving or smiling, she's just staring into space like she want to curl up into a ball like terrified hedgehog.

The boy, another eighteen-year-old, is wearing a yellow shirt and a jacket and pants that are covered in brown and gold feathers. His boots are brown, and he is wearing a cowboy hat.

He is waving at the crowd and smiling.

Next, District 11 comes out in a chariot pulled by pink roan horses with flowers threaded through their manes.

The girl, a fourteen-year-old whose name I don't remember, is wearing a knee-length, short-sleeved pink dress. The dress a belt made of flowers with vines coming off it. The vines have fake fruit on them, and they are attached to the skirt. She is wearing green ballet flats, and she has a pair of light green gossamer wings attached to the back of her dress. She is also wearing crown of pink flowers, and her red hair is curled.

She looks absolutely furious with her stylist. I smile to myself.

The boy, a seventeen-year-old whose name I didn't care enough to learn, is wearing a green tank-top-style shirt and green pants. He is wearing a belt that looks like it's made of fruit, and he has two fake fruits attached to his shirt. Attached to fake fruits is a short, dark green cape. He is wearing brown boots.

He is waving, but he's not smiling.

The final District is District 12. D12's chariot is pulled by a pair of ebony black horses with shining, coppery wires woven through their manes and tails. I lean forward slightly as I notice that wires give the appearance of fire.

And then I see the tributes, and I gasp. The crowd goes absolutely wild.

The girl, a sixteen-year-old whose name I start struggling to remember, is wearing an ankle-length, three-quarter-sleeved, dress that starts out black, then fades to gray, then fades to white, then turns orange, then turns yellow, and then turns red. She is wearing red and yellow gladiator heels, and her hair is done in a fishtail braid. She is wearing a diadem made of some kind of shiny black stone.

She's grinning confidently and waving at the crowd. I smile. She's obviously a fighter.

Then my smile widens as I remember her name. Charlotte Adams.

The boy, another fifteen-year-old whose name I also start struggling to remember, is wearing a shirt, jacket, and pants. His whole outfit is the same colors as Charlotte's. His shoes are red, and he's wearing a crown of black stones on his head.

He's waving and smiling as well.

And then I remember his name. Orlando Cimber.

I lean back in my seat as the chariots arrive in the City Circle and President Snow starts to speak.

Then I lean over to the person next to me, Plutarch Heavensbee, and whisper "My money's on the girl from 12." he stares at me "Are you serious?" I nod "Completely." he shrugs "She does look like she's got some fight in her." I smirk, and nod again.

I smile as Snow finishes his speech. This is going to be a Hunger Games that no one will easily forget.


A/N Whew! That took a while to write! Now for some questions:

Which chariot outfit did you like best?

I hope you liked it, and please review!

P.S. To SparkALeah, I don't mind that you don't like how long my SYOT is, but please try not to use bad words when you review. Please and thank you.