Cruise Thread-16-untrained

This is sick. Being paraded before we're taken to our deaths. They're cheering, clapping and screaming for my death. The odds aren't in my favour and everyone knows I won't be coming home. This is my walk to the noose, my last steps before my gruesome public execution.

Before, every well-respected member of the Capitol arrived in ridiculously decorated vehicles, they floated up to a massive hover craft, and now they're using it as a hotel with a little glass window to see the fish. Kids murdering each other is not fish.

After the reaping yesterday they had us go to our part of the hovercraft and there I was told by my own scheduler that I have no chance in this game, I suppose I won't have a flurry of sponsors then.

I was now stood on a huge parade blimp ready to be taken to be observed by the visitors, instead of the usual chariots. Everyone was supposed to be on their own but David and some girl were on the same one; probably ran out of floats. My float was an ocean; it held water and there was no visible glass or container, but the water stayed there. Occasionally it would sway gently as I stood ready for the blimp to glide down, but the fish and creatures that swam inside didn't seem to mind.

My costume is a screen of sorts that had fish swimming around, but where the fish weren't covering a spot, I was wearing a black tuxedo. I felt like I was about to overheat in the sun which I will soon see from a different angle. I like it, but I don't think it's making me any tougher, it just makes me look peaceful - not really games material.

I'm ready now, ready to go and face my inevitable death. Everyone else was lined up; I could only see little Concuer and Jackson from where my float was hovering. Jackson's blimp was also the ocean, but his was different. His float was a dark and stormy surface, with thunder that would tear across and crash with fire. But he stood motionless in the blimp and it appeared as if he was invincible to the waves. His body was hardly covered up and he only wore a strange tail-like pair of trousers, which made him look like a merman.

Concuer's blimp was a sheer cliff and she was balanced on the small ridge of the cliff; sea birds sat in holes on the cliffside and started to trickle in to circle her. She chose to go into this though, and I can't even imagine what is going through her mind right now. Is she exited? Is she enjoying this? Is she looking forward to tearing me limb from limb?

David 'Dave' Rodriguez-18-Trained

She's here now next to me, and although we're not speaking, I couldn't feel happier. This is the first time in three years we're free to be together, and it feels awesome.

She was smiling fully now, her glistening green eyes were turned away from mine, but I could still feel them and her radiance was infectious. We had been stood together for quite a while now, Araminta had caused a problem when they made her wear a long dress and ended up with her disgruntled stylist cutting her red and blue swirling dress into a short and tough float was gruesome; it was a cornucopia with heads disconnected from scattered bodies.

Our float was okay but Bi seemed to love it. It was a swirling mist of pink and cream that dispersed lower down and was really concentrated where we were. It looked like we were floating on two clouds that intertwined and weaved together, my almost casual suit had cream mist coming from it, Bi's elegant dress was drifting in pink mist.

A puff of mist blinded me, preceded by the blinding light of the closer than normal sun, we were flying, gracefully gliding on a cloud toward an oddly dressed crowd that was so big, the ground looked fluorescent.

We were the third blimp along and we were definitely up there with the biggest cheer, our encircling mist surrounding each other, intertwined elegantly. I could feel my pushy mentor asking me to do something for the crowd, so I put my arm around her, and at almost the same time she did the same to me. The crowed were going wild for four's pair of lovers.