Magenta Saphrion, District 2

I could defiantly get used to this.

I turned to face the mirror and immediately smiled. My curly, wild chocolate hair was pulled into a slick bun at the nape of my neck, with several strands floating around my face. My eyes were rimmed with a metallic silvery liner, and my lips were tinted the same color. When the light would hit them, they would glisten in the most attractive way possible.

Hanging around my thin frame was a metallic blazer, loose but still chic. I wore a completely bedazzled dress beneath, with a train spreading several feet behind me. Not that it would show on the chariot, but a nice addition anyways. And after I won the games, this entire outfit would be going into the Museum of Hunger Games History. I'm sure my stylist had that in mind when she designed it.

"Damn, you look good." Raiden came up behind me, wearing a similar outfit of a metallic blazer and rhinestoned shirt and pants. He couldn't nearly pull it off as well as me. He was a year ahead of me in school, but we were in the same training class at my parent's academy. I knew he was good. Just not as good as me.

"Shut up. You know, that color really does suit you. Silver for second place." I was referring to the fact that Raiden had come in second to be the tribute volunteer this year. When the other guy was killed in training the week before the games, Raiden had to step up and be ready to volunteer.

"Let's go." He turned away and I followed him to the chariot. He stepped up, but didn't turn to help me in. What a jerk.

District One was of course the first ones out on the track. The little prisses. The girl was barely wearing anything: A jewel encrusted bikini, and that was it. The boy was wearing a short pair of white pants, and a cape covered in the same jewels as his partner. They both looked like they were trying as hard as possible not to be mortified. Amateurs.

Raiden and I came next. Smile and wave, smile and wave. Raiden on the other hand just stood there, glaring at the audience. Probably thinks he's pretty cool.

As soon as we were done, I turned around to see the rest of the tributes come down the road. District 3 was halfway to the end, and they both looked like they couldn't wait for it to come soon enough. The girl was wearing a dress made of small gears, the boy in a similar suit. The girl was sitting down, which was unusual for a chariot ride. But I do remember her limping up to the stage when I watched the reaping- she must have a hurt leg. She probably won't last long. The gears on their outfits were actually moving. I would have worn it better.

District four arrived in a typical mermaid and merman attire. The tributes from there are usually careers, but I noticed that no one volunteered for the girls this time. Even so, this one did stand out to me: She looked tough. She's one I'll be watching out for.

District five came out glowing. The young tributes were wrapped in multicolored lights, and looked rather sweet and innocent. They'll be easy to kill. They both looked out at the audience with awe, and I rolled my eyes. Kids are cute and all, but I'm not here to play games. I'm here to kill.

Scott Lott, District 6

Gypsy and I haven't talked since we boarded the train. Let's face it: this is pretty awkward. We're two cousins who barely know each other, and now we're being thrown into one of the deepest "bonding" experiences someone could get. That's more than enough to create an awkward silence.

But As I help her up into the chariot, she offers me a small smile. I've heard much more about Gypsy than most cousins do. I'm good friends with her boyfriend, and the words he said to me during the goodbyes are still ringing in my ears. Bring her back.

Sure, I love her. And I defiantly want her to make it through this alive. But at the same time, I'm a human to. I have people I want to get back to back to, and who's to say that there any less important than her people?

I didn't even notice that the chariot was moving until we reach the street. When we exit the loading area, I'm blinded and deafened by the crowd. Cameras flash, fans scream, and I offer them my most winning smile. People say I'm a heartthrob back in the district, and I'm hoping Capitol standards aren't too much higher. I'm sure both Gypsy and I look stunning. We're quite a sight, both tall and dark, dressed in shimmering gold with steering wheels artfully arranged in our hair. She's trying to appear confidant for the audience, but I can feel her shaking.

District 7 trails behind us, both dressed as trees and standing awkwardly apart from each other. They both look nice enough, just not the kind of people I'd ally with.

District 8 arrives next, both dressed in patchwork tunics. The girl is very young, and she's certainly playing that up to the audience. Curtsying and waving, she looks like the innocent kind of kid that doesn't know any pain. Even though it probably isn't true, that thought still makes me angry.

Next out is District 9, and I almost laugh at their outfits. Both are dressed as pieces of bread, and the costumes are made out of actual bread. The girl is looking at hers longingly, and I notice the boy actually take a little nibble. I probably would have eaten the whole thing, and wouldn't have even minded standing up there naked.

District 10 is often forgettable. Per usual, they are dressed as a cowboy and cowgirl. But it's the tribute's behavior that really catches my attention: The boy isn't trying to win over the audience, but is just standing there, staring at his partner. They are on opposite sides of the cart, and yet he doesn't take his eyes off her. She's trying to ignore it and wave, but occasionally she glances over at him. The whole thing sends a shiver up my spine.

District 11 wears cloths covered in corn cornels. The girl is smiling, waving and blowing kisses, but the boy just stands, looking down, with his hands in his pocket. Honestly, these outlying districts are really weird.

Finally, District 12 makes their way up the road, dressed as coal miners. Oh-so-typical.

Now that everyone is done, the president appears on the screens. "Welcome everyone to the 40th annual Hunger Games!" He continues on, discussing the importance of the games and there positive effect on our society, but I stop listening. What a load of bull crap.

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-Zinky