Sound the trumpets! Last mini chapter! Hope you've gathered your favourite tributes so far.
The next chapter is going to be Priya Pendus, (District Two). If I interrupt the rotation with a Gamemaker or Capitol citizen POV, it will carry on as normal.
Happy Reading, hope you liked this chapter and don't forget to review :)
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Charms Penlum, District One
The intense beauty of the Capitol has literally taken my breath away. Even the sullen Rye Kuna's eyebrows lifted before hooding themselves back in place. What a lovely life you'd have if you lived here. Far from the poverty of District Twelve and the ugly factories of Eight and Three.
Our train soars into the heart of the city and almost immediately, we are greeted by thousands of roaring fans. A splash of orange lipstick there, a turquoise wig here, the crows are bursting with colours that I didn't know even existed. One being a career district, we need to show our skill and potential to start gaining sponsors even now.
The only thing which taints this luxury is the Games themselves. I can wield a knife, sure. But killing people. That's a no. Dad forced me to cold-heartedly kill a starving beggar on the streets when I was beginning to train. Even now, six years later, I can still remember the pleading eyes, the spilled blood and Dad slapping my back, congratulating me on my first kill.
It was him who made me volunteer. "You're eighteen, Charm. You're at the height of your abilities. Give it a try!" I can remember him saying. There wasn't really another option. I'd rather face the Games than his anger if I hadn't followed his orders.
Alyssa "Ace" Berg, District Eight
Aden Hanran and I stand by the window, waving at the flamboyantly dressed Capitol citizens. These are the people who will be watching our every action in the arena. The ones who will cry when their favourite dies. The ones who will gather their jewels in order to send us gifts when we need them. It's sick really. Completely sadistic what the Capitol does for entertainment.
I will kill for my district. I will look someone in the eye while life drains out of them, if it means I can go home. Eight hasn't had a victor for a while and I think that I'm just what they need.
Our escort, Verity Folderm, shakes me out of my thoughts and explains the procedure in a clipped accent. I stifle the urge to giggle at her musical tones. We will be styled and remade so that we are perfect and flawless for the audience first. Then we will ride a horse-drawn chariot through the City Circle in the Opening Ceremonies. The chariot will take us to the Training Centre where we will be spending the rest of our Capitol holidays.
When she has finished explaining the timetable we exit the train and make towards the remake centre. I just hope we don't get that stylist who thought it would be a great idea to have us wearing nothing but a cravat and a head scarf.