The capitol was in a world of love. They all waited for every single district tribute to arrive. The districts all arrived one-by-one, and the capitol loved it. District 12 last arrived, and the president started the announcement.
''Welcome all. The first annual Hunger Games tributes are all here, and as we can see, you love them! These children will all battle to the death in one arena until one lone victor remains. Haha, I love the enthusiasm. Look over there, it's district 1, both of you are just cheering and clapping. So, since you're all new to this, what you will be doing is you will all have a stylist that are the opposite of your gender. You shall all be looked on by them, and they will make sure that you look magnificent for the chariot rides. After that, you will be interviewed, and finally after a week passes by, you will be facing each other in the arena to the death.''
The people of the capitol were all in awe, and loved the district tributes. The only districts that were any type of happy at all were districts 1,2,7, and 11 because they all knew that they had a great chance of winning with at least one of their tributes.
''HEY, HEY , HEY, what's up guys? So you're the other tributes huh?'' District 1's Cartier asked.
''Yup, and who are you?'' District 7's Rosewood also asked.
''He's the tribute from district 1 that's gonna die, and I'm the one from district 1 who's going to win!'' District 1's Pia commented.
''Look at these scrubs Claudia.'' District 2's Byron laughed out.
''Dagan, I'm worried. Look at these people, their height, and body size. Especially the males from district 2 and 1. They look like they could be hardcore killers in the games. They might get the most kills out of all of us. They could even win, I'm scared Dagan.'' District 9's Senwe whispered under her breath to her district partner.
''Come tributes! For now it is time for you to all gear dressed, shaved, and feed. Now you all go to your escorts and they'll tell you the rest.'' The president smiled as he said that on the microphone.
All the tributes went over to their district escorts, and all the escorts said the same exact thing. ''Whatever your stylists do, don't let yourself get mad and do something to annoy them. They will screw up your chances of getting sponsors if you do anything. Yes you will be naked in front of them, but they aren't perverts or anything. They'll just wax all your hair off, put you in good looking clothes, and make sure you skin is smooth, and looks good.''
Every single one of the tributes did exactly what their escorts said. Most of them were nervous to be standing naked in front of random capitol people that they didn't know. Some of them even flirted with their stylists. Cartier most of all was the biggest flirt out of all the tributes. The tributes all finished getting waxed and cleaned up nicely. The stylists really made them all look nice, and beautiful. They all came out and spoke to their escorts.
''So you guys ready?'' District 12's escort asked the two tributes.
''Yeah, I guess so.'' District 12's Colton said shyly
''Yup!'' District 12's Ally cheered.
''I don't understand how that girl could be so happy. We're all going die except for one of us. Does she really think that she could win?'' District 6's Jet wondered to himself while looking at his district partner.
''Stop staring, at me. That's creepy.'' District 6's Helen sighed.
Every district was given a horse for a chariot ride. They all went in order of district, and the capitol loved it. The crowds loved it, and threw flowers all around the tributes.
District ones horse was snow white, and they wore pearly white sleeveless tunics with fuzzy silver colored pants, and emerald colored shoes with beautifully tied laces.
District twos horse was a midnight colored horse with red flames painted on it's body. The two tributes wore roman clothes with a gold helmet with a brush colored red on top of their helmet. They held fake shields and swords as they raised up their arms in excitement.
District threes horse was brown colored, and the tributes wore shirts that had electricity buzzing out of them. The lightning circuits ran around the tributes' whole entire body. The pants they wore were tight gray and blue jeans with a belt buckle that had a giant three on their waist.
District fours horse was an orange and red type of color and it had a fish painted on its side. The tributes wore a fisherman outfit. They had a wet hat on, and wore a little vest with a that looked like they had gills on them. They were flip flops, and looked as if water was flowing out of their vests.
District fives horse was bright yellow. The districts wore sun dresses. They had bright yellow spikes for hats, and yellow and white coated jackets that said ''Nuclear'' across their chest area. They wore yellow track pants, and banana yellow shoes on.
District sixes horse was silver colored, and the tributes wore an airplane jacket. They had wings on their backs, and wore silver tank tops. They wore short silver pants with their knees showing with high socks that had engines on them. Their shoes were silver boat shoes.
District sevens horse was a brown and had a seven on it. The tributes of district 7 wore tree outfits. They had tree masks on with brown jacket vests. They wore brown shoes hat had trees branches sticking out of them. The tree masks were happy and sad faced, the female tribute was happy, and the male was sad.
District eights horse was a white colored horse. The outfits that they wore were made of textiles, and it pinched the tributes' bodies. It left some scratches because there were pins, and needles that were attached to the outfits. The pants were fabric stitched together, and was one of the softest in all of Panem. Their shoes were sued shoes made of special fabric that hasn't been public yet, it was being tested out by district eight that they only gave to the capitol to see if it would work well with clothes, and it did.
District nines horse was a tan colored horse. The tributes wore outfits made completely out of rice. On the back of the outfit there was dark rice that spelled the number nine. The shirts that they wore were long enough to cover their body parts so they didn't need to wear any pants. The shoes that they wore were tan colored shoes that had dirt on them.
District tens horses were regular horses with nothing special to them. The capitol people frowned at the thought of this except for when they saw what the tributes were wearing. The tributes were wearing studded brown cowboy boots with a gun pin on them. Their pants were shaggy star striped sparkly brown district 10 cowboy pants, and they had fingerless gloves. They wore a nice glossy looking vest that had a person riding cattle across a desert that the capitol found to be unique as hell. They also had a fedora that was brown and black striped with a handkerchief covering their mouths which made them look like bandits. They were the sparkling district to the capitol getting flowers thrown all over them. The male tribute flexed while the female tribute posed and blew kisses to the crowd. The capitol was in love with district 10 so far.
District elevens horse was a nightmare colored horse that had yellow eyes. District 11's tributes wore a shirt with only sleeves. The female tributes chest area was covered but the males wasn't to show his muscular tone. The capitol loved the idea of that to show the strength of district 11's tributes. They wore gray-blue shorts that showed their knees and flawless skin that their escorts had worked on. Their shoes were dark black boots with no laces which almost looked like rain boots.
District twelves horse was gray colored with twelve tattooed on it's side because that's the horse that they would use for every single games that district 12 would be in. The capitol believes that this horse will live the longest out of all the others, hence why it's tattooed on it to be a permanent mount for district 12. They wore a classic minor outfit with a helmet that had a flashlight in the center of it. They were a collared shirt that was inside of a dark gray jacket that looked like it had dust on it. There was a belt buckle around their waste that was huge, and they wore short pants on top of longer pants. They also wore suede boots that were gray, white, and black colored. District 12's stylists did a good job in making them look like they were just working in a coal mine, and the capitol appreciated their effort with cheers and whistles.
All the tributes made great first impressions. That was a large factor of getting sponsors, making a good impression since this was the first time that all of the capitol was first able to get a glimpse of these tributes. They all were loved, and did exactly what they were told. You'd expect everyone to get sponsors after this performance of chariot rides.
''These are you first annual Hunger Games TRIBUTES!'' The president shouted on the mic.
Everyone in the capitol went crazy, and whistled. They absolutely loved these tributes, and wanted to see more of them.
''District 10, you were the favorite of the capitol.'' The president laughed. ''You should probably expect to get sponsors, as long as you both live long enough to win!''
Everyone in the capitol whistled and cheered for district 10. Every other district looked at the from behind, and in front. Most of the tributes were angry, and district 10 was intimidated by their stares.
''They're scared.'' District 2's Byron whispered under his breath.
''I'm gonna slit that little girls throat.'' District 1's Pia angrily muttered.
''Calm your ass down. Don't make a bad impression on us by looking angry. We won't get sponsors that way so, calm down and just smile at their success.'' District 1's Cariter whispered in his district partners ear.
The president hears their conversation since they're the closest district to him, and he smiles at the lethality of Pia, and the way Cartier thinks of surviving. ''This is going to be one interesting Hunger Games.'' The President thinks to himself...
''Now, let us all go back to the hotel, and have dinner and a good nights rest. Tomorrow, and for the rest of the week you guys will be training and being interviewed on what you think, and what your strategy will be to wining these games.'' The president smirks. ''Let us all go now!'' The chariots go back, and head to the hotel where all the tributes and escorts will be staying.