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Tribute Parade

Iskander Crane

Son of Seneca Crane, former Head Gamemaker

He slept in well into the afternoon. Because of the opening ceremonies, all schools in the Capitol took the day off, and Iskander made the best of it. His bed felt he was sleeping on a cloud, and he ordered all the avoxes not to disturb his sleep. It was well after two in the afternoon when he was finally awakened by one of the few servants who wasn't an avox.

"Your friends are here, young master," the old woman said in her somber voice. Iskander groaned and told her to tell them to wait until while he got ready. An hour later his hair was freshly died, gold tattoo's applied to his skin, and the crimson silk pants slash shirt combo covering his body. His leather shoes were special order from Districts 8 and 10.

His two best friends were waiting for him in the living room. Said living room was one of many, and had a full sound system built into it. It was the place his father had built for him to watch the games, and his friends (along with some of the other affluent members of Snow Glad Academy) always watched the bloodbath. It had become a tradition.

Hermes and Venus were his first ever friends, and he had stuck with them through thick and thin. Though their family's standing was nowhere comparable to his, Iskander didn't care.

Venus's mother was a member of the Presidents very large harem. Though her mother had a daughter with the President, Venus was not an official member of the Snow family. Like all of his bastard children, they were owed nothing from him by the law. But it was known that he didn't leave his bastard children out in the wind, and Venus had plenty of gifts given to her from President Snow. Her life was set, much the same as his. Though officially, his standing was far higher than hers in the elite society of the Capitol.

Hermes on the other hand, had no guaranteed future like he and Venus did. Hermes was the son of a posture in the Red Rose. If any neighborhood in the Capitol deserved to be called a slum, it was the Red Rose. Red Rose was the poorest part of the city, and the prefecture where most criminal tended to gather. Hermes and his mom lived in a ratty little apartment overlooking the rainbow river. Had he not been one of Iskander's best friends, he wouldn't have much of a life ahead of him, unless he was one of the few who could manage to climb out of the Rose. But Iskander wasn't going to leave his bro to waste away in such an awful place.

"What are you guys doing in here?" Iskander asked, pretending not to understand why they were in that room specifically. Hermes and Venus exchanged glances.

"What do you mean?" Venus asked, her lips turning into a pout. Ah well, he had been planning to mess with them for a little bit, but he couldn't. Not with her beautiful face staring at him.

From his pocket, he pulled out three VIP tickets to the Tribute Parade. His friend's eyes lit up. "We're not watching it here," he bragged. Every year since his father got the position of Head Gamemaker, they had watched the parade in person. Since he had lost his spot, they were unsure if they would be able to get in. As always, he had come through.

Five minutes of excited chattering, many colorful drinks, and they were in the car heading to the city circle. Their tickets put them in one of the VIP booth there. The VIP tickets were astronomically priced, and in return, they made sure you got the good life. The room was full of luxury, and had one of the best views. A list of foods and drinks were presented to them, everything on it free. It was all covered in the price of the ticket.

Laying back in one of the most comfortable chairs Iskander had ever sat in, he had a blue seven (one of his favorite drink) in his hand, and a garlic roast swan to eat by his side. Venus and Hermes had been in these booths with him for years, and made sure to conduct themselves with an attitude that wouldn't embarrass him.

They spent nearly an hour in the box, filling themselves up with good food and company.

"I asked out Serena today," Hermes admitted, his third shoot of District Seven ale down his throat. "In front of my whole gym class. I couldn't help it. Her body is so tight, and in that gym uniform? Oh yeah."

"She rejected you, huh?" Iskander predicted.

Hermes smirked at him. "Big time, bro."

Venus laughed this time. "Don't be so mean to him. Just because he was rejected. Beside, Serena does have a really nice ass. I tried to flip a coin off it in the girls locker room, so perky."

This caused another round of laughter, and more drinks were brought in by the silent avox.

When the anthem began to play, the three friends shut up. This was the first moment they'd get to see the tributes in person. Sure, it was just a day ago Iskander, Venus and Hermes watched the reaping in his living room, but that was over the holoscreen. This was in front of their eyes. This particular booth was ground level, so they'd get to watch the tributes ride right by.

Not even a minute later and District 1's chariot was out. The chariot itself is a sparkling silver. The tributes in it are completely naked, bodies painted gold. Gems cover their sex, but it's enough skin to get the crowd roaring.

District Two's chariot burst into the field a moment later. The chariot and the tributes appear to be carved out of stone. The tributes dressed like stone statues carved as gladiators. The girl in particular is dressed like a Valkyrie. The bra covering her breast, and the single piece of lace covering her sex are just a little too tight. Same for the boys armor, but he didn't really care as much.

Both tributes from Three seem to have stylists who have taken inspiration from Twelve last year. They are dressed in black suits, glowing wires covering almost half their bodies. Not attractive or cool at all. Venus boos them as they drive by.

Four is a lot better. They're dressed like a mutt. Seemingly a cross between human and fish. Their skin is made up to look like scales, their hair seems to be flowing seaweed, and fins are up and down their arms. The crowd cheers loudly for this pair. Finnick and Annie's siblings, both in the arena at the same time!

"This year is going to be great!" Hermes shouted over the anthem, raising his glass. Iskander and Venus toasted him.

District 5 came out similar to District three. Taking after Twelve, the body suits they're wearing are solar powered according to Caesar's comments. The tributes are glowing.

District 6 is next. Both tributes appear to be dressed like human trains. Similar to last year, only they're decked out with lights.

"Seriously?" Venus sneered. "Only the alliance have put on a good showing this year. The rest of them are Twelve knockoffs!"

Seven comes out next and... "Surprise surprise," Iskander snorted. "Their trees. Again. Who the hell is Seven's stylists? They need to be fired. Every tribute from Seven since the Second Quarter Quell have been trees!"

District 8 came out wearing long robes of patched fabric, thankfully not lit up like the other outliers. Or using the same gimmick for the last quarter century!

The tributes from Nine came next. The girl, daughter of Amelia Rosale, was wearing a dress that looked like it was woven out of grain. The boy wore a tuxedo in similar fashion.

Both tributes from Ten were dressed up in a cow costume, with flaming belts. Obviously in an attempt to mimic Twelve last year, but it just came off as the cows being roasted alive. Had the stylist already given up on her districts tributes?

Eleven was next, and the two came out looking like they worked on a farm. Similar to the pair from last year, it wasn't that exciting, and like Seven, it had been done to death. At least it hadn't been going on as long as the tree thing.

Finally the moment everyone was waiting for. Twelves chariot pulled out, pitch black like coal. The tributes wore a grey jumpsuit and at first Iskander didn't know what it meant. Had Cinna and Portia been replaced? Then the grey suit had started spouting out smoke. Inside the smoke, the figures of the two tributes glowed a soft orange. Like embers of a fire. Only the vaguest of outlines could be seen, and suddenly Iskander knew this was Cinna and Portia's work!

"Fantastic!"

The tributes moved down the alley, and made the circle, coming to a stop in front of President Snow. He had the same speech he always had, and the Treaty of Treasure. Finally the tributes disappeared into the Training Center, and the parade was over.

"Happy Hunger Games!" Iskander cheered to his best friends. They repeated the line, and the three drank the best of their drinks.

Iskander offered to let them stay at his place, and both his friends agreed. He just wanted to get home, and climb into bed. The drinks made his head swim, and he knew he would be feeling them in the morning. But the night was not over, and one more surprise was left.

Cashmere Orfever, herself was waiting for them in person. Iskander in particular. As soon as they stepped inside, they found the famous Victor wearing a see through nightgown. Under it, she wore only a red laced bra and panties. A predator's grin lit up her face when she spotted them.

"You must be Iskander Crane," she purred, standing up. With an almost inhumane grace, Cashmere crossed the short distance between them. She stood at almost six feet, towering over the teenager. One hand on Iskander's shoulder, and one hand down his pants. She grabbed his manhood with her soft hands and Iskander could feel himself responding to her touch. A blush lit up his face. She leaned her head down.

"How about we have some fun?" She whispered in his ear, before giving it a little nipple.

All that he could do was nod, unable to step. Pulling away from him, she grabbed his hand.

"Can my friends come too?" He asked, barely in a whisper. He knew Hermes would never forgive him if he didn't ask. The same went for Venus, since she swung both ways.

A strange look passed over Cashmere's face, and for a moment, Iskander thought he might have seen a bit of repulsion. It was replaced by a smile so fast that Iskander assumed he imagined it.

"Of course," she purred.

As Iskander, Hermes and Venus stripped, and made their way to the guest bedroom, the three teenagers had the best night of their lives. They got to sleep with the most beautiful Victor to ever come out of One.

Cashmere Orfever

Victor of the Sixty-Fourth Hunger Games

Whatever they asked, she did. She hated it. She hated them.

The teenagers were so lost in the haze of lust that they didn't know or care what-so-ever how Cashmere felt. They didn't know that Seneca Crane had purchased her from Snow. That if she didn't fuck them, a cousin or niece or nephew would be killed. They didn't know they made her skin crawl. They didn't know how disgusting she felt as she did whatever horrible things they asked her to do. They didn't know Cashmere was made to do worse things with worse people.

As the three teenagers were in bliss, Cashmere Orfever took her leave. Slipping on a red pair of shorts, and a red shirt, the car was already waiting for her on the curb. Climbing inside, she order the driver to take her back to the Training Center. Gloss had been left all alone with Gleam.

Grabbing white pill first, she downed it with a glass of strong liquor. The pill would get the taste of sex out of her mouth. A taste she was familiar with, all things considered. All in all, it was a more tame session, for which she was thankful for.

The blue pill next would assure their was no child in her. The last thing she wanted was to carry some sick Capitol teenagers baby.

Cashmere hated the people in the Capitol, men and women alike. Every since she won, most of her clients were men. Of course their were women, and she had learned they could be just as cruel as the men. She held that it was true for all humans everywhere, but the people of the Capitol were a cut above the rest. Just allowing Fortune to run One was proof enough.

The only person from the Capitol she truly love was her brother. Their mother had been from the Capitol before their father seduced her away with the promise of wealth. As much as she hated to admit it, they were part Capitol, even if her soul was all One. And Gloss was the only good thing from the awful city. The rest of his kind could die, and the world might be a better place. Or maybe not, she didn't give a fuck either way. But she loved Gloss, ever since they were children. She loved him despite the taboo about incest. They were closer than most siblings, so what? He was the only person she knew she loved in the whole rotten world. The only person in this whole rotten world who truly loved her. She only protected the rest of her family because she cared for them, on some level. They were her blood, and she couldn't ignore it, but Gloss was her whole world. Maybe that's why she cared about them, because she didn't want to lose his love. Or maybe she did genuinely care for them.

He said he loved her unconditionally, but she wasn't about to chance it. He meant too much to her.

Cashmere flung herself into Glosses arms when she set foot on the training centers first floor. He wrapped his strong arms around her, whispering how much he loved her. He continued whispering it to her as he carried her all the way to his bedroom. Only when the door was closed did she finally feel safe.

Author's Note:

Hello! I hope you have enjoyed the sixth chapter! I also hope you enjoyed the point of view of a normal Capitol teenager!

I at least hope you found the small look into Cashmere's live interesting. I feel sorry for her just writing it. I will admit, Jaime and Cercei from A Song of Ice and Fire (or Game of Thrones from you TV watches only. That last season bra) was the inspiration for the Orfever siblings really messed up relationship. Without giving out spoilers, let's say I have my own head-canon for their life, and it isn't a very happy one.

I know I had some of you put designs for the tribute costume, but I removed the requirement. Since none of the submitter's were really interested in the idea, I decided I'd come up with my own haha. I hope you don't mind.