Jasper Price; District One Male

Rolling his eyes, he stared at himself in the mirror.

The outfit wasn't that terrible.

But it was awfully shiny.

He looked like a disco ball.

Huffing out, he turned to his stylist, giving him a tight lipped smile.

"It looks great." He spoke, reaching up to adjust the crown on his head. They left the room, and met up with his district partner and her stylist. She looked a lot better than him in the costume, and they were led to where the chariots were. He took in the competition, watching as his partner made conversation with the female from Two, no doubt introducing herself to her.

He hummed under his breath, as he watched the last few tributes make their way into the room. Soon, they got onto their chariots, and the doors opened. Being the first District up, he was sure they would be the most likeable. Placing a grin on his face, he waved up at the people, catching the few flowers that came his way.

Oh how he could get used to this.

Alec Hunter; District Two Male

As the chariot made its way down, the cheers became louder as his District came into view. He smirked. Of course they would love him. Letting out a laugh, he raised his hand to wave, making the cheers louder. Yeah, he was bound to definitely be the favorite.

He just now had to build his angle from this event.

Flowers were being tossed left and right towards him, and he caught a few, and raised them to his nose. Sure, the gesture was nice but they didn't smell like the ones that were in Two. He adjusted the shield that he was carrying, and leaned against the sword he was holding. Their stylist really outdid themselves with this outfit.

It wouldn't be a surprise that he would start to get people that wanted to sponsor him tonight.

1 day down, many more to go.

Croella Morin; District Three Female

The green jumpsuit stood out against all the other costumes. Pushing her glasses up, she pulled the shoulder strap from where it was falling down. Her district partner, Tristan was dressed in something similar to her.

Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she continued sizing up the others. A few showed excitement, mostly towards the Careers, a few were nervous. A couple were terrified.

As her chariot made its way out, she placed a shy smile on her face, and slowly waved up at the crowd of people.

How many people were even here?

She knew that she had to make them like her, make them want to sponsor her in the Games. The girl waved more, blowing a few kisses here and there. She turned her attention to the Circle, which they were now pulling up to, and waved a few more times before dropping her hand.

"At least the worst is over for now."

River Candlewood; District Four Female

Glancing down at her body, a scrowl hit her face.

Could her outfit be anymore revealing?

Sure it could be worse, but it wouldn't hurt to give her a bit more coverage.

The crowd loved it, cheering insanely loud, as she modeled off her outfit.

I mean, she had to get them to like her.

Right?

The more people she got to like her here tonight, the more that would want to sponsor her when she was in the Games. Which would give her a better shot at survival. She let her body rest against the surfboard she had been given.

Bris sent her a careful smile, trying not to state too much, and River just smiled at him.

"It could be far worse." She muttered to him softly.

"I know, we could be naked." The two burst into laughter.

Perhaps he wouldn't be a bad ally.

Blaze Carver; District Five Male

The suit was amazing. He turned, watching as the small white patches lit up. All movement sensored. He loved it, and had profusely thanked his stylist for it. Lilac looked pretty, he noted as he got onto his spot on the chariot. He held out his hand for her, helping her up.

The air was electric as their chariot made its way out.

He did his best to smile and wave, but, how could he. These people enjoyed watching kids kill each other for fun. Huffing out a sigh, he plastered a fake smile.

He could do this right?

He could be strong enough and get through all of this.

"Just think, after all this we get to go eat a lot of food." he heard Lilac whisper to him, an almost equally forced smile on her face.

"Only part i'm looking forward to." He laughed, waving more to the people.

Harley Debeers; District Six Male

Fixing the crown on his head, he turned towards Abigail's, who had a smile on her face.

"I love this." She spoke, fixing her headband.

"They really outdid themselves. I thought we would have gotten something bad." He whispered back to her, still waving.

He had found out that she was really good and easy to talk to. There were not as many nerves for the parade, and they managed to calm each other down easily. Sure, he still hadn't told her that they were related, and he didn't really know when he was going to bring it up.

Harley grinned at her, "We could have been dressed in something like a moon head dress like they did in the Games before the second rebellion." he laughed.

Stepping off the chariot, he helped his partner down, and they caught up with their mentor.

Things would be alright.

At least for now.

Lindsay Burkebeile;District Seven Female

Peeling off the outer layer of her costume, she let it drop to the ground.

District Seven had been a tree.

Again.

Scoffing, she finally peeled off the brown jumpsuit like thing, and stepped into the bathroom. Just like the one on the train, it took her a few tries to get it going, but she finally stepped in once it was warm enough. Picking the pins out of her hair, she reached over and placed the pile on the counter. Carefully with a washcloth she washed off all the makeup that had been piled on her face.

The parade hadn't been terrible, but it could have gone better. She had been terrified, and only waved a few times.

She never really did good in crowds.

Never enjoyed having all the attention on her.

After washing her hair and washing her body with a soap that smelt like vanilla, she stepped out on to the heating pad. She braided her hair in to braids down her back and dressed in a shirt and a pair of leggings and made her way out into the dining room.

Day one down.

Many more to go.

Grazyna Sewc;District Eight Female

She sat down at the table, being the first one there. Avoxes had just finished placing the food on the table. She grabbed a plate and helped herself to some rice and placed some chicken on top. The food was amazing so far. Grabbing a glass she filled it with orange juice and sat down at an open chair.

Josie walked in, already dressed in her night clothes, a smile on her face as she saw her tribute.

"You did good out there kid."

"Thanks, I was honestly terrified during the whole thing. Does it get any easier?" The girl asked as she stabbed a piece of chicken and ate it.

"Eh, it gets better as the days go on, but all the nerves will probably come back the night before the Games."

Blowing out a sigh, she nodded.

"Just hoping I don't make myself seem weak." She muttered.

Safe to say, she was dreading training in the morning.

Luke Copperstar; District Nine Male

He placed his shoes on the dresser, and started working on his clothes. His stylist had dressed him in a tunic that changed from beige to a pale yellow at the bottom. It was safe to say that he hated it. It just didn't look right with him.

He worked a comb through his hair before he stepped into the shower, letting the water wash over him. Sighing out, he let his head lean back. The parade had gone well, though he could sense that they were bored when his district came out.

As soon as they got off the chariots, they were led by their mentor to the elevator, which Luke loved and led up to their floor. The apartment was nice and his room was huge. The shower was nice as well.

Training started the next day, and he was just a tiny bit nervous. Some part of him was excited to start the training, just so that he had more of a chance against the others.

Rinsing his hair, he stepped out, and dressed quickly. Brushing his hair, he made his way out of his room, following the smell of food.

Let's do this.

Django Hernandez; District Ten Male

The view was amazing.

The capitol party appeared to be in full swing, he could see. The music was loud and he could hear a little bit of it from his room. Sighing, he made his way back to his bed, and grabbed the remote for his TV, turning it on. The first thing that showed up were recaps, starting with the reapings. They were currently in an intermission, the announcers chatting about their favorite tributes so far.

The parade had been a surprise.

It went decently well. Except for one thing.

He and Morgan had been dressed as cowboys. It was honestly ridiculous on how their stylist had no creativity. Django was so close to throwing something at the woman, but refrained against it. He and Morgan had agreed that they looked stupid, and this would barely get them sponsors.

He would just have to try harder.

He would have to wow them during interviews.

Saigon Kane;District Eleven Female

She was staying in the room her sister stayed in.

The thought hit her like a ton of bricks.

That only made her miss her sister more than she already did.

Clearing her throat, she pulled back the covers of her bed, switching the TV on. They were doing recaps, just finishing up their opinion on District Ten.

"Now it came to a surprise when Saigon Kane got reaped. Her sister Ruth Kane had been in last year's Games, and fought hard. There's no doubt that she is out for revenge, most likely on District Two. We'll see how much Saigon Kane can do once she hits the arena in a couple weeks."

Scoffing, she switched the channel, landing on what looked like a clothing channel. The clothes were crazy, and honestly hurt her eyes. How they could wear those clothes day in and day out, she didn't know.

She grabbed the remote and switched the channel again, coming across recaps of last year's games. Just her luck, she was at the part where they were recovering the recapping the reapings. And it just had to be District Eleven.

Tears built up in her eyes, as she saw her sister, and her heart hurt more.

She would make her sister proud.

She just had to.

Lia McMuraro;District Twelve Female

"The tribute parade did not disappoint this year. Districts One and Two are easy favorites, as well as four and here's a surprise, District twelve! The stylists did not upset us, showcasing the tributes in outfits that made them look like diamonds. They were simply radiant." Lia grinned, pleased that they loved their outfit as much as she did.

The way the outfit looked on her, made her want to never take it off.

She looked amazing.

The parade had been amazing, and she enjoyed it, and hopefully she did enough to get sponsors. Dinner had been a good time, her and her partner Bead talking with their mentor on tactics.

They would train together, and ally up eventually. She was nervous, she could admit for training. There, she would have to work harder than she's ever worked before.

She had to make sure the other's didn't see her as weak, and think she would be an easy target. They figured that days one and two would be spent on survival stations, leaning all they could that could help them in the arena.

Day three would be spent on weapons, honing in on their skills that they already possessed as well as potentially try to pick up a new one.

Sliding under the covers, sleep came over her quickly.

She could do this.

While writing this chapter, I didn't want to have to repeat each thing every time i wrote the next districts. So i split it up in a way that made sense to me. I hope you all like this! We start training day one next!

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