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The Capitol
"One word: Sparkles. Lots and lots of sparkles. Adds pizzaz. Oh and a cape!"
Achilles' eyes widened in mild terror and shock. "Sparkles?"
"Yes, and a cape," said District 2's stylist, Ravish. He then pulled out something sparkly and purple and gold that somewhat resembled a cape.
"That's the cape?" Achilles asked weakly.
About half an hour later Achilles was standing on a golden painted chariot with purple sparkles in his messed up hair, wearing tight sparkly purple shorts and the cape that looked like something the garbage man picked up off the streets of the Capitol.
Andi wasn't much better. She had already been standing on the chariot when Achilles had come down.
She scowled at him. "Do. Not. Comment."
"Hey at least you've got a shirt!"
"How can they call this clothes?" She was wearing a sparkly purple and gold dress with purple highlights in her hair and seven-inch sparkly purple heels, so she was only an inch or two shorter than Achilles.
Well, he thought she didn't look bad at all but he knew if he said so he would be severely injured.
He was definitely looking forward to having her in his Career alliance.
"This was the template for your outfits," said the stylist, holding up a white t shirt and pants. "But this is the finished product! Don't you two see how amazing I made them?"
Roberta and Jason were standing on a red painted chariot and their stylist, Psych, was explaining their outfits. But the tributes were too busy looking in disgust at what they were wearing. The tributes from 6, 7, and 8 were staring at them and the ones from 4, 3, 2, and 1 were starting to turn around to see them.
"WHAT DOES THIS EVEN HAVE TO DO WITH DISTRICT 5?!" Jason exclaimed.
"Well I don't know, I just thought it looked pretty cool!"
"District 5's industry is power," said Roberta while staring at her clothes.
Their stylist Psych had wrapped the white T shirt and pants in green duct tape with a very strange animal on it and they were wearing green sparkly cowboy boots.
Roberta was mad at Jason for turning her down to be in an alliance, but all arguments were forgotten as they simultaneously yelled at Psych, "WHAT IS THIS ANIMAL ANYWAY?!"
"They are pandas! They don't live in Panem of course, but I found a picture of one in the Capitol library archives and I just fell in love with them! They're like my obsession!"
Then the first chariot began to pull forward and they were forced to abandon their argument with Psych, but Jason muttered angrily, "Understatement of the year."
District 8's stylists, Pepper and Salt had completely disagreed on what they should dress their tributes in, so they ended up where Pepper got Jay and Salt got Ashley, and their outfits were totally different. The two stylists weren't talking to each other in their anger and neither were the twins. They weren't really mad at each other but it was a little awkward being within two miles of each other after what had happened at the reaping.
Ashley was wearing a white shirt and shorts with different colored patterns on it and Jay had black clothes with white patterns, both showing District 8's industry which was textiles.
When their chariot started to pull out Ashley silently begged Jay to not do anything that would draw attention to them, because she knew he probably would.
Sure she was right, Jay pretended to trip and almost fall off the chariot but catching himself at the last minute, then grinned broadly and started waving to the crowd.
He was always such a "people person" with everyone naturally liking him. With her luck though, she would probably end up falling off the chariot for real.
Warren was hyperventilating when the District 9 chariot pulled out from the giant doors.
"Stop it kid," Salley whispered to him. "You're gonna puke."
Well, at the word "Puke" which was what he had been doing the entire afternoon, he became queasy again.
The lights really are too bright, he thought. He flinched away from the crowds because they were roaring very loudly. The huge pressure of the moment felt like a weight on his shoulders. Then he realized he was unconsciously crouching down in the chariot so the crowd couldn't see him.
Salley was giving the crowd small waves, and she briefly looked down at Warren in disgust, she was so ashamed to be seen with him.
Warren had thought he had gotten it all out on the train, but his stomach roiled once more. Oh no, not here, he thought. Yes here, his stomach insisted.
Salley, who was wearing sandals, winced but did not look down, trying to retain some dignity because these people could be the difference between life and death.
Warren was beyond help though. He wiped his sweat slicked forehead with his sleeve and curled up in the corner of the chariot. It was the best moment of his life when the chariot came to a halt. Except for that time Elliott called him dude.