The Chariot Rides
Orphiness Milne (17) - District 1
This it. This is my one chance to make first impressions. This is my chance to shine. And no less, because my suit actually shimmers when I move in it, because of a reflective oil my stylist put on it. I beam my biggest smile as our chariot comes out into the city. Panem loves us! The cheers, the cries, I grab roses as they are flung at me. I return the love I'm receiving kisses, things that the Capitol people go berzerk for. Suddenly, however, it isn't just us. I can feel it because the crowd is chanting a different name. District 2! They are trying to outshine us! Well, I'm not going to have it. I yell out to the crowd, "your all so beautiful!" Only a handful of people even hear my words over the yells and screams as district 4 come out.
By the end of the ride, I'm fuming. My one chance to look magnificent, and the other districts, even the other careers had the gall to take the spotlight. Just you wait and see. I'm going to enjoy killing each and every one of them when we get into the arena.
Jake Giten (16) - District 4
I relish the moment when my chariot is released. The crowd goes wild as they see my stunning outfit, a green scaled suit with a fish tail at the back of it. I wave at the crazed citizens and put on a hugely welcomed smile. I know District 1 won't be happy that the attention is coming off them and onto us. That's not our fault. We just look amazing, and the citizens know it. As we head up the track, I survey the other tribute chariots. District 1 looks fabulous, but next to nothing when compared with us. That goes the same for ditrict 2. Distrcit 3 is just a pair of scrawny kids, wearing some sort of electronic outfit. I know they will be about the same as the rest of the districts behind us. No good losers.
By the time we reach the circle of chariots, everyone know who the clear winner out of this event was. We shone upon everyone else. I want to let them all know it.
Beatrice Cestern (17) - District 6
Fear shoots through me like the games had already begun. If I messed this up, my failure would be broadcasted to all of Panem. I would get no sponsors and die a painful death in the arena. I know I have to be one step of the game. So I hoist myself onto my chariot, wave to the crowds and show off my mediocre looking outfit. It's a blue outfit with a grey headdress. I'm not sure what my stupid stylist was thinking, but it certainly doesn't feel memorable. And that's what I need to be to even have a chance in these Games. Memorable. Unforgettable.
Somber Gapert (15) - District 10
Smile and wave. That's my only instruction, so I think I can do this without messing up. My stylist put me in a cow outfit. Ah well, it could be worse. I could be naked, for all I know. I should be grateful for what she's put me in.
I give the crowds what they want. Kisses, claps, and waves. I can't go wrong. When I reach the circle, I feel like I made some sort of a splash. Even President Snow has given me a look. Possibly he might even root for me. I know that I'm good. But am I good enough for the Hunger Games. I gues I'll find out.