District Six-
Tributes- Acacia Andrews 13 and Hark Karierte 13
Acacia Andrews 13 POV
A stethoscope hangs around my bare neck, where the cold metal touches is cold and numb. My outfit is consisted of a black halter top and short shorts (that are very revealing) with a long lab coat to top it off. I have eyeliner and mascara that makes my eyes seem huge and innocent. I look normal but prettier at the same time.
I'm excited that I am at least somewhat decently dressed and the makeup is flying under the radar. My makeup artist is at least somewhat sane. I sit blinking rapidly trying not to touch my eyes. Finally, my stylist waltzes into the room and fluffs up my hair with a blow drier, he slathers some weird cream on it and it cascades down my shoulders in a gentle waterfall.
He herds me into a large chamber filled with horses and carriages and swarming with Peacekeepers and tributes. I spot my District partner sitting uncomfortably in a blood red carriages with a six painted on the side. I take my place besides him and look in every direction but at him.
Hark Karierte 13 POV
The carriage lurched forward and we followed District 5 into a crowded arena full with roaring Capitol citizens in every shape and color imaginable. I catch a glimpse of myself in a jumbo screen and I look like a scared 5 year old. I straighten my shoulders, smooth my black slacks and adjust my lab coat. My bare chest is very unimpressive as I was never a sporty child.
I manage a weak smile and everything seems fine until my lab coat is caught in the wheels of my carriage. I'm yanked back and the fabric rips. The horses rear back and neigh, flipping the carriage. The roars of excitement grow as chaos erupts between carriages. I narrowly miss being trampled by a horse but the girl from seven lands on my chest with a thump knocking the breath out of me.
Everywhere tributes are screaming and trying not to be killed by the horse's hooves. The boy from nine is kicked in the face by a horse and falls to ground, his broken nose gushing a stream of scarlet blood. The Capitol citizens have worked themselves into a riot with all the excitement taking place and they are all fighting and yelling, the occasional poodle clamping their jaws on someone who stepped on their perfectly manicured paw.
Peacekeepers rush in, hold back, and calm the frightened horses and we climb into the carriages again, bloody noses, broken bones and cuts and bruises everywhere, but we finish the ceremony without a hitch. The most disastrous and memorable Opening Ceremony has just taken place because of me and my stupid lab coat.
