Chariot Rides: Strangeness & Charm
Strangeness & Charm by Florence + The Machine
Hydrogen in our veins, it cannot hold itself, our blood is boiling
And the pressure in our bodies that echoes up above it is exploding
And our particles that burn it all because they aim for each other
And although we stick together it seems that we are stranging one another…
Note: Sorry for the long wait guys! :/ I'm almost finished with college applications and will become more active come December. I hope everyone's been having a great school year! Now, onward, to the Tribute Parade!
District 1 Chariot
Steele Lawrence (14) Past D1 Male of the 10th Games
"Hello!" Izzy the blonde headed woman chirps as she approaches our chariot. She bounces up and down slightly as she goes around us. Her blue eyes rise as she bears witness to our outfits… Glint and I's lower bodies encrusted with jewels… with no sort of cloth underneath.
I try shifting my legs and feel the uncomfortable feeling of chaffing as the jewels rub against my lower extremities. I wince and let out a strained grunt as I slowly readjust myself in this small chariot. Looking to my right, I find Glint who seems rather unfazed by the lack of clothing and seems genuinely happy to be wearing such an outfit. He begins to stretch his upper body and the muscles in his back begin to contract, pangs of jealously pulse throughout me as I look down at my own body and find no sign of manhood.
Sensing my gaze, Glint looks over at me and forcibly pats my shoulder. "You haven't hit the full force of puberty, Steele. You'll get there…" He laughs heartily.
Don't patronize me.
I nod and turn my head to the left and find Gemma leaning against the wall smirking at me. Heat travels to my face as she winks and begins to walk towards us. I gulp as she struts toward me, hips swaying, and all. She wears a simple, black cocktail dress and heels and her hair is up in a tight bun.
She looks absolutely breath taking.
"Hey." She purrs as she traces her fingers over my forearm. I snap my arm back and watch as her expression falters. Don't get me wrong, if circumstances were different I'd definetly go for her.
Giving her a nervous smile, I carefully lean over the railing. "Hey…" My voice trails off and I mentally curse myself as her once confident smile turns to a quiet anger. The tip of her nose turns pink and her eyes turn to slits as she walks away, a small tear going unnoticed to all but me.
"Hell, Steele. If a girl was hitting on me as hard as Gemma…" He emits a soft laugh and turns to me. "… I know this could be your last chance at living, so, if I were you, I'd go for it."
Fuck you.
"Whatever."
Before my eyes, Carmini briskly arrives at the chariot with slick strands of hair plastered to her face and a slightly agape mouth. Her body too, is embellished in different jewels. The curves of her body glimmer against the rubies, jades, and sapphires adorning her stretched skin. Two hearts, blue and pink, take form on her large stomach.
"Ah! I'm sorry I'm la-" Carmini doesn't have time to finish her sentence when the bubbly Gamemaker signals the horses to depart. Our chariot jerks to a start, but its smooth sailing as we emerge from the darkness that held absolute rule and order and begin our journey into the light that embraces chaos…
District 2 Chariot
Hero De'Rogue (16) Past D2 Male of the 60th Games
"Why are there gates surrounding cemeteries?" I can't really wait for a physical response or gesture since everything but our mouths are plastered dry by water-soluable cement of sorts. We represent statues, ancient Greek and Roman marble that is supposed to represent our District's industry.
The three of us are centered at different angles. Since Azura is the only female between us, she is positioned between Keither and I and faces forward. I stand to her immediate left and Keither to her right, the males facing the crowd on either side.
"Because everyone was dying to get in!" Have to lighten the mood with some jokes, amirite?
"Damn it Hero, go to hell." Azura spats. I can imagine that bitchy face of hers scrunching up in disapproval. Too bad we're all plastered dry.
"We already are… for now… well, at least until I win of course." I feel the rush of testosterone rush through me considering I have slowly, but surely prove my dominance over Azura and Keither. I can see it now, me basking in the glory as they rot in the ground once in for all.
"Don't pull that freakin' crap on me. I'm going to win." Azura hisses. I can imagine only to keep potential sponsors from overhearing.
"We'll see, we'll see."
The three of us go silent, the crowd cheering as we make it to the President's announcement area where the different chariots begin to form a semi- circle. Our chariot curves and parks itself in between District One and District Three. I face them, the District One chariot and find an interesting mix. A broad shouldered, blonde man, an athletic-looking boy, and a simple-looking girl. Just like us, the girl is placed in between the two males and appears jaw-droppingly beautiful with her brown hair falling in waves on either side of her well- endowed breasts. I can feel Azura burning with jealousy as the female makes eye contact with us and quickly darts her eyes away.
The woman President drones on about the history of Panem and the hope for an excellent Games. Finally, a siren sounds and the stylists come rushing from all corners of the annuncement area and assist us. The cool, refreshing feel of water soaks my body and soon I am able to move my limbs and joints freely again. I sigh in relief, my mind relaxed and content.
Glancing over at One, I watch as the brunette male holds out his hand for the pretty woman. Even in this dim lighting, their outfits shimmer softly in warm tones and brings an etheral beauty to the array of weird outfits like Districts Eight and Seven. My respect for her falls as her full body is casted in sight. Her round belly encompasses her body, her slender arms cover it, shame written plainly on her round face.
My lip curls in disdain, then I feel Azura's bony shoulder bump into mine. She clicks her tongue in disapproval and shakes her head, eyes closed. "Such a shame…. what a slut."
I nod in approval and watch as the female's eyes fall to the floor. She turns quickly and leaves with her district partners, not once looking back.
"She can't be with us." Azura hisses, whipping her hair viciously to one side. "She'll slow us down."She turns her back and leaves. Keither sighs and heads over to Dolly and begins to strike up a conversation with her, his pale blue eyes lively for once.
Examining the thirty- five other tributes around me, I feel a smooth and subtle sense of euphoria grow within me as my chances of winning this grow more and more realistic.
Pumping my fist in the air, I look over at District One and wink. This is my time to shine…
District 3 Chariot
Vetch Colhaine (14) Past D3 Male of the 99th Games
A large box, that is exactly what we are.
My mobility is constricted, limited as the bulky contraption surrounding me gives me very little room to wave and interact with the crowd. Despite this, however, the crowd begins to roar as LED lights on our buttons begin to light up in a frenzy. My eyes shift in and out of focus as the lights strident glare begin to cause my conciousness to sway.
"Vetch! Vetch, are you okay?!" I hear Rhea's panicked voice and a pair of hands caress my face. I cringe as light smacks mark my cheeks, my body alert. "VETCH! STAY WITH ME! YOU'RE GOING TO BE OKAY!" Darkness consumes me, my vision no longer usable, I can only rely on my hearing and feeling for the time being.
"DAMMIT, MAC! HELP HIM!"
I hear snickering and feel a warm wetness hit my forehead.
"You're such a dick."
A cloth brushes against my eyelashes, electricity travels throughout my body, making me gasp in pleasure. Her warm and inviting hands remind me of my mother. The woman who loved me, her tired and wrinkled face showed such sorrow at the Justice Building, memories of her loving and warm embrace haunt me. Nevertheless, I have longed for such contact, not of a violent nature… but of love.
And Rhea has given that to me.
I feel myself smile and chuckle as I completely lose consciousness and fall into oblivion once more…
District 4 Chariot
Ashton Finnow (18) Past D4 Male of the 59th Games
Our chariot jerks to a stop that sends the three of us forward. The breath is knocked out of me as my stomach crashes into the chariot's steel bar, sending me into a coughing fit. I look to my left and right to find Brielle and Tricity experiencing the same trauma, their faces red and teary- eyed.
"Damn horses." Tricity kicks the side of the chariot and a loud speaker emits static. My ears ring as Mrs. Stone's voice rings throughout the Announcement Center.
Vetch Colhaine of District Three is okay, everyone! He just experienced some problems with his outfit's LED lights, is all! We will reconvene the evening's events for the Tribute Parade in five minutes.
Looking past the pair of paramedics at the chariot ahead of us, I catch the sight of the District Three girl devoid of her chariot costume and dressed in only her undergarments. My heart skips a beat as she catches my gaze and quickly ducks her head, returning her attention to her district partner. The other boy is still dressed in his bulky costume that represents the technological devices of their District, he leans against the chariot, picking at his fingernails. I can't help but frown in pity for Three.
"Look at Ashton, Brielle. He's got a nosebleed for Three!" Tricity snickers. Her outfit swooshes as she turns to me, her eyes radiating mischief. Sure enough, I wipe my nose with the costume's sleeve and discover the mix of blue, green, and red make for an ugly color.
"Are you okay?" Brielle asks as she brings the back of her hand to my forehead. The cool touch of her skin sends me into bliss.
"He's more than okay. Take a look down below."
My face flushes and I quickly push my body up against the walls of the chariot, jerking away from Brielle's hand.
"I'm fine. I'm fine." I nod my head reassuringly. "Really."
She furrows her eyebrows and gives me a questioning look. "Okay…"
She turns away to look at the crowd and I silently curse myself as the tightness in my groin grows. I suddenly feel very hot as the ride begins again and the girls return to their places next to me. The fish costume we wear is tight- fitting and conceals embarrassing bumps easily.
I just hope and pray that this waiting ends soon…
District 5 Chariot
Mitzi Allardyce (18) Past D5 Female of the 80th Games
"We're the brightest bulbs in the box tonight, boys!" I exclaim as I flash my signature pose, bringing up two fingers like the number two and positioning them at an angle near my eye.
I look over to Joules who simply nods and looks the other way, his face flushed under the radiant shine of our costumes. We represent the light, the hope, the passion. The three of us discard the darkness that had swallowed us, and emerge victorious like the sun.
"Okay, okay. So, to attract sponsors and stuff, I've prepared a dance routine. We're totally going to do this number for four counts." I grab both Faust's and Joules's hands and make a wave of sorts. Their eyes widen in bewilderment and mouths appear slightly agape.
"The next four counts are us clapping… then the last eight counts are freestyle dancing… so dance to your hearts content! FWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
This is gonna be amazing!
The chariot jerks and moves smoothly as we enter the Center's main stage. "ONE! TWO! … THREE!"
Joules begins the wave and I continue it. Faust gives an half-ass effort on his end, but I quickly make up for it. Then we begin clapping, my booming excitement dragging the team forward. Finally my favorite part of the routine, the freestyle commences and I let out my epic dance moves! I make sure to shake my hips and shimmy for all the straight males and lesbians out there!
"FWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Joules starts to let go bit by bit and starts to go along with 'Operation: Get the Sponsors'. During our freestyle bit, I do a bit of a salsa routine with him I saw on T.V. before the Parade and man did we get people's attention! I even pecked him on the cheek that turned him an asphyxiated red!
"THIS IS AMAZING!"
Faust appears less than amused with the crowd, better yet this whole thing in general and just crosses his arms and sighs often as we head closer and closer to the Announcement Area. What a jerk. Do you know how long it took me to figure out that routine? Like, forever, 'kay.
Boooooo…
Whatever… at least me and Joules were utterly fabulous! I'll have to thank him later…
District 6 Chariot
Trolley Deckman (18) Past D6 Female of the 55th Games
I hate the feeling of my hair slicked back into a ponytail, that's the whole reason why I cut it short! Grimacing, I feel my once shoulder length auburn hair turned into a professional ponytail. The short stub of my hair pisses me off, and the sight of Track controlling the chariot only make me more irritable than I already am.
"Ah! Track!" Andra yelps as we begin to swerve off course. The flying chariot was a mistake by those damn stylists, even more so having Track steer us in between the excuse that is Five and the quiet response from Seven.
"Damn it, Track… can we please make it there alive?! I really don't want to die in this blasted outfit…" I tug down at the skirt that conveniently likes to ride up my thighs.
"I can't help it! Deenora asked me to fly this thing!" Track pulls at his tie, loosening its grip around his slender neck. "You can take over if you want-"
I don't wait for him to continue. "Give me the damn thing." I shove him to the side and grasp the wheel, pushing it towards me to slow our spped just a bit to get back in between the power and lumber Districts. Then I push the light green button that takes us back to planet Earth…. Damn that kid…. you could barely see the crowd from this altitude!
"Hey, Trolley…" Andra's squeaky voice sounds from my immediate right. She points to Track whose hands hover slightly above the different controls that Deenora specifically told Track not to touch…
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!"
My voice startles him and he flinches, sending his right hand slamming down on a panel of red buttons.
We're screwed…
Andra begins to scream as the helicopter begins its descent downward at a high speed, my mind kicking into the flight or fight instinct. My hands fumble for the the control wheel and I pull upward to hopefully lessen the impact to the ground, my mind racing and sweat beading on my forehead.
"AHHHHHH!"
Track screams as he falls back and Andra topples over his body and clings haphazardly on the edge of the chariot. I don't have time to worry for them as I activate the wheels hidden under the steel bars beneath us and pray for a safe landing.
THUD
Not exactly an elegant landing, but hey, it works.
I look behind me to see a rather disgruntled Seven and chuckle noting their priceless expressions.
Here comes Trolley Deckmen to the stage President Echo, here she comes…
District 7 Chariot
Kale Kolman (17) Past D7 Male of the 2nd Quarter Quell
Finally it's over. I can finally take this stupid tree outfit off and get the fuck out of here. I can't take all the bullshit surrounding and there is no way in hell I'm sticking around any longer.
Just as I turn away from the stylist, I catch a glimpse in a sea of people and spot dark red curls. My heart flutters and my mind races with the possibility that it could be her. I jog over to the girl and turn her around to find a middle-aged woman with bright blue eyes. I let out a strained and chocked gasp and turn away, tears burning my eyes. It was stupid to think she'd be here, that she'd be alive.
Yasmine.
The girl that stole my heart, my soul, my happiness, and sorrow in those dark days. Those days when I felt like giving up, giving in to life's injustices. She was there and in those final moments we spent together before I left for the Games were the best days of my life.
Happiness had been extracted from my already fragile state of mind when news reached me moments before my launch that she had been murdered along with her entire family. Over some fucking food… I never fely so angry and depressed in those final days than I did when my father passed in an accident. To make matters worse, The Arena was a wonderland; nature's beauty enhanced significantly by crystal clear rivers and sky with lucious greenery and fruits. It reminded me too much of her natural beauty, the few moments I saw her without makeup. I wanted to cover my eyes from the life continuing in front of me when my own life was ending…
I hated it.
Everything.
I swore then to never love again… for that all the people and things I loved were surely doomed.
"Hey! Kale!" My head snaps to my left to find Ember leaning against the entranceway with her hands crossed. "You comin' or what?"
Her long, wavy black hair falls over her slender body, making her seem smaller than she is. Her large honey brown eyes stare into my dark brown ones and my heart begins to ache.
Her eyes.
"Yeah… yeah… I'm coming…" I scratch the back of my head to seem nonchalant. Her eyes lighten and her arms fall to her side.
"Okay…"
She leaves with Barkley and I sigh in relief as the Entertainment Center dies down, leaving only just several people left.
Please… give me the strength to finish these last Games…
District 8 Chariot
Mira Knitt (17) Past D8 Female of the 87th Games
"This sucks."
Looking down at my outfit, I can't help but scratch and fidget in this tight fitting, silver bodysuit. On top of my head and in between my legs are sharp points that are supposed to represent a sewing needle. The material of the suit shimmers elegantly against the strident show lights, making us shine bright amongst District Seven's and Nine's. The only thing keeping this outfit tolerable.
"Just smile and wave! You three will be great out there, I know it!" Izzy, the blonde headed ditz to my right winks and signals the horses to start the ride down the aisle. The chariot jerks and I find myself falling before a steady arm grabs my forearm.
Messiah.
"Thanks."
He hoists me up and I feel my grip tighten around the steel bar of the chariot. He'd be a good ally to have in the Arena. Considering his large build and his strength, anyone would have a hell of a lot of trouble bringing him down.
"Hey… so…"
He looks over at me, his eyebrows raised. I can tell in his eyes that he's distracted, after all, we are supposed to be waving and attracting sponsors. The roar of the crowd intensifies as District Nine's chariot makes it debut. I don't bother turning back.
"I was wondering if you'd like to be allies?"
His face lightens and his eyes gleam. "I appreciate the offer, do you mind if I have some time to think about it?" His voice is low and cracks, common for people who don't use their voices often.
I nod my head. "Yeah, sure."
He nods back and continues to wave towards the crowds. Of course he wouldn't have wanted to join me just yet, dammit. Well, I at least put myself out there. Ugh, that just sounds wrong.
I sigh in frustration and look over Messiah's towering body to see Mercy smiling, her teeth gleaming like pearls as she waves and blows kisses toward the Capitolites. As if she noticed my gaze, she turns her head and smiles at me. But her eyes show fear and terror, broken as a tear rolls down her cheek. Even as hot tears stream down her slender cheeks, her smile widens to the point where it may be fixed there permanently.
It's never the strong who survive, but rather the weak…
District 9 Chariot
Barrik Solstice (17) Past D9 Male of the 17th Games
"WOOOOOOOOOO!"
I scream and holler as District Nine's chariot takes flight, ready to show the Capitol and potential sponsors the side of Barrik Solstice that stays hidden, coming alive when the party gets started. To either side of me I have wonderful ladies complementing me, Fenella and Chord. Their hair is woven in french braids that fall off their slender shoulders making the Capitol designed dresses even more exotic. I look down at my own outfit and stare in awe at the elaborate nature of Gladys' work. The formal attire reflects District Nine's resource to the tee. The warm, rich wheat color brings to life the pride we represent for our home. And a top of our heads are royal crowns, well tiaras for the girls that are made of twigs and wheat, the goddesses and god of grain.
Us.
I happen to look down and notice a neon blue button right below the steel safety bar, pulsating a soft light. Curiosity takes over me and I press it, slightly dissapointed that nothing happens. It's not until I hear Fenella and Chord gasp that I notice various neon lights on all sides of our chariot shine brightly and the stage lights following us dim. Miniature speakers begin to play heavy bass music and electronic type music begins to tear through the Parade Center.
"HOLY CRAP, GUYS! THIS IS MY JAM!"
Chord and Fenella give my bewildered looks as I begin displaying my epic dance moves, making sure to thrust my pelvis for all the ladies out there. Pumping my fist into the air, I watch as the girls sorta go along with the music, their heads bobbing slightly as the crowd roars.
My head hazes as I let the roar of the crowd, the music, and the girls' sight take over me and empower me. Nothing will stop me from living in the now, even with the numbered days, because we are alive.
District 10 Chariot
Elijah "Eli" Sonenclar (15) Past D10 Male of the 22nd Games
"Don't dance like Nine."
Tanner groans at the scene that is of the male from District Nine. He's not the best dancer, but I have to give him credit for being enthusiatic.
"Gladys. She's still got it in her." He laughs to himself and turns to us. "Still… this isn't a fuckin' rave party so please, don't strange the audience anymore than them." He smiles and tightens his grasp on his black suit jacket.
"You surely know how to clean up nicely, Tanner." I give him a respectful bow and he scoffs.
"I can't exactly wear my jean jacket to an event like this. Though, I don't think the ladies would've minded." He chuckles and takes a swig of beer. "I'm sorta expecting somone, too. It's just a rumor flying around."
Coy's mouth opens slightly, but he quickly shuts it. His eyes dart forward and he keeps his gaze to the back of District Nine's heads. He's been sorta distant, a bit suspicious if you ask me.
"Everyone ready to go?"
A pretty blonde lady bounces her way over to us, a bright smile plastered to her beautiful face. Her multi-colored curls bounce just as she does as she looks expectantly at us and Tanner.
"I'm always ready." Tanner smirks and winks. What a player.
"Oh, Tanner. You know I'm a married woman." She giggles and signals the horses to start the journey to the President's pedestal of sorts.
As the chariot begins to move and Izzy skips over to District Eleven's chariot, I bear witness to Tanner gasp so softly and warmly that when I follow his gaze my heart nearly stops. A beautiful woman with long dark brown hair walks over to Tanner in a Capitol designed red dress. Her hazel eyes are accented by smoky inspired make up. She is absolutely stunning and I feel almost as excited as Tanner as he runs up to her.
Their voices are distant, but I manage to hear Tanner. "The rumors were true."
Forcing myself to turn away, I gaze out into the crowd and witness screaming and cheering from the people who I once called friends. They betrayed me, all of them. Even when I was treated for cancer, I was reaped, even after my parents adopted their ideals and habits.
We were betrayed.
I died and now… I can only bring back one if I win.
My eyelids brimming with tears, I turn my head to my left to see El still looking back at Tanner and that lady, frowning before noticing me. She shakes her head and smiles, waving towards the crowd. I catch the faint sadness in her eyes.
My hand touches the gun holster on my left side and my thoughts turn dark, a simple blow to my head could turn this rustic brown cowboy outfit a deep crimson… my hand shakes, but as soon as I feel El's gaze I snap my hand back behind me, using my right hand to courtly wave at the masses of people.
Oh, the trenches of the heart.
District 11 Chariot
Yarrow Ashby (18) Past D11 Female of the 97th Games
We are woodland creatures.
I represent the many cardinals that roam the groves of Eleven, the tiny birds that sing songs of hope and happiness. Their melodies fill the farmers with hope for a better life, that maybe a new symbol will take flight in another rebellion. That a new leader will come at the right time and provide prosperity to us all.
Maybe…
"Yarrow! Pay attention…!" Lilac hisses as President Echo begins to walk towards the different chariots lined in front of her while Gamemaker Winterrose finishes her speech on this year's Games. She stops in front of Valiant and smiles.
"Well, well, well. I don't think you three would've expected this… after all…" She chuckles softly and her cold eyes fall on me. "Especially you… you're quite the smart one, I hear." She runs her index fingernail across my cheek. "It's always the quiet ones…"
Lilac's cheeks puff out and her her eyes show an inner fierceness. "Don't you have other chariots to go up to?"
President Echo walks over to her and smirks. "I do, yes. I was just making sure my District Eleven tributes were doing okay, considering your mentor's condition." She turns to Valiant. "So… is he providing you adequate advice? It's okay to tell me if he isn't, it won't my feelings."
Valiant nods. "Of course. Just because he's hurt-"
"Did he tell you the story?" She turns to Lilac and I. "Girls?"
Valiant stands still and does not respond, however Lilac and I shake our heads. What is Beck hiding from us?
"Well… I'm sure he'll tell you three soon enough. Give him my regards." She bows her head and leaves promptly, the expressions of District Ten tensing as she strides to their cowboy themed chariot.
I let out a sigh. "She's intimidating…"
"I'll say…" Lilac says with a shaky voice. Her curls cover her terrified expression.
"Let's just focus getting through this." Valiant grunts as the crowd begins to roar. The young woman exits the stage and the Tribute Parade ends, leaving a rather bitter taste in my mouth.
I look at Lilac, Valiant, and myself with a grim expression and despair filled thoughts. We are creatures… mere animals. That is all we are. Animals offered for the slaughter…
District 12 Chariot
Bram Riles (14) Past D12 Male of the 93rd Games
Our traditional miners' chariot is the last to pull into the semi- circle and comes to a creaky halt. Stares of pity and disdain from the other tributes make my blood boil as we listen to the monotonous speech of the infamous President Echo. She's the same as ever with her curly red hair and cold green eyes. She appears older, more experienced in her gestures and actions than she was seven years ago.
Now… what Panem has been waiting for… the placement of these fine tributes in their designated Arenas… Ms. Winterrose…
A young woman, looking no older than the few eighteen-year-olds here mounts the stage and taps on the microphone softly. The young blonde clears her throat and begins to speak.
Tributes participating in the first Arena are…
Keither Masonfeld of District 2…
Yarrow Ashby of District 11…
Orion Hades of District 12…
Barkley Brimming of District 7…
Faust Stark of District 5…
Carmini Floyd of District 1…
Messiah Emerald of District 8…
Eccentricity Elm of District 4…
Bram Riles of District 12…
Mira Knitt of District 8…
Elijah Sonenclar of District 10…
And Carella Bray of District 12…
Tributes participating in the second Arena are…
Trolley Deckmen of District 6…
Valiant Yates of District 11…
Maiandra Goldenrod of District 6…
Glint Gemstone of District 1…
Rhea Katze of District 3…
Joules Valence of District 5…
Mercy Jade of District 8…
Steele Lawrence of District 1
Elmay Risque of District 10…
Barrik Solstice of District 9…
Azura Sparks of District 2…
Vetch Colhaine of District 3...
Tributes participating in the final Arena are…
Lilac Fields of District 11…
Ashton Finnow of District 4…
Charlotte Whitestone of District 9…
Track Williams of District 6…
Fenella Wren of District 9…
Kale Koleman of District 7…
Brielle Marina of District 4…
Hero De'Rogue of District 2…
Mitzi Allardyce of District 5…
Coyote Coy of District 10…
Ember Oakland of District 7…
Mac Wattson of District 3…
Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!
Let the Games begin…
A/N: So the long awaited Tribute Parade! I hope everyone was pleased with the placings of their tributes (or your favorite tributes). I based it on future plot arcs and your forms. I did make several last minute switches, but pretty much this was set from the beginning. Allies for tributes have already been decided, but feel free to PM me if there is anyone in particular you'd like to see team up (I may/may not accept your request based on the probablity of certain potential allies interests.)
Quotes from featured tributes have been added to the Blogspot blog along with Arena placements!
Poll: Favorite District Trio?
Whose outfits were your favorites? Least?
Who's POV(s) were memorable?
Next up is the 1st day of Training!
Love Always, Domi