Master of Ceremonies, Dusk Shine

"Hello, Panem!" Dusk Shine greets the country. "Tonight is the most anticipated night in the Hunger Games, besides the Games themselves: the Tribute Parade! My name is Dusk Shine and with me is Head Gamemaker, Chal Sherwood. Chal, what are you most excited for in the Tribute Parade this year?"

"To be honest, I am most excited for the costumes." Chal answers, holding a glass of champagne in his fingers. "Especially District Thirteen and Fourteen. I can't wait to see what the stylists create!"

"Your wait is over." Dusk pokes Chal's side. "Here comes District One's chariot!"

The crowd rises to their feet as the national anthem plays. Over the roar of the music, the crowd screams out the names of the tributes. The black horses that pull the chariot trot to the City Circle. The tributes were wearing silver togas, showing off their trained bodies. The togas stopped at their knees, allowing everyone to see their silver shoes. The female tribute had silver around her eyes with diamond accents near the corners. Both tributes had strands of silver in their hair. With the silver strands, they also had a ring of silver placed on top of their heads. The togas shined under the lights of the City Circle.

"Look at these tributes!" Chal exclaimed as they waved to the crowd. "They sure do represent District One perfectly. They look luxurious! I congratulate their stylists, Lexington Ryan and Flair Elliot. They have captured District One to a tee!"

"Thank you, Lexington and Flair!" Dusk says as she raises a glass of champagne in the air. "This year's tributes are Ian Strace and Diamond Cortez. Now, Chal. It has been about eighteen years, but does that name sound familiar?"

Chal looks at Diamond's name on a piece of paper and his eyes widen. "Why yes! Diamond's mother, Topaz, was a past tribute for the 160th Hunger Games. Unfortunately for Miss Diamond, her mother never made it out of the arena. Miss Cortez, may the odds be ever in your favor!"

District 1 begins to leave the camera's focus as District 2 enters. Roses were being thrown to the tributes as a sign of admiration. The siblings wave to the Capitol citizens as roses continued to fall to the wheels of the chariot and the hooves of the horses. As if it was planned, the tributes hold hands and throw them in the air. The crowd grows louder and louder until no one can hear the anthem.

"My, my!" Chal mustered, in shock of the tributes. "We have a brother sister team here. Miss Kleo Miller and Mr. Caden Miller who represent District Two. It seems that when Kleo was reaped, Caden volunteered for his spot in the Games with her. I wish them the best of luck in these Games."

Dusk nodded and looked to their outfits. "And they are already receiving that luck. They had the pleasure of having the most talented stylists in the Capitol. Miss Maripos Tullet and Mr. Kai Wilds. They really have outdone themselves this year! Such a wonderful way to show off District Two. Coming from the district where Peacekeepers are produced, I think this is a wonderful choice."

She wasn't lying. Caden and Kleo were wearing similar white Peacekeeper uniforms with a helmet to match. The helmet had been cut out, so their faces can still be seen. Kleo's uniform had been tailored to fit a woman, with the skirt reaching her calves. Their faces were free of any make-up, giving them a serious look. The black gloves went to their elbows and the black boots went to their knees. Kleo and Caden still had their hands in the air, as if to say 'We don't care if we are in the Games together; good luck trying to beat us!'

On cue, District 2 moves out of view and District 3 takes their place. The tributes look frightened, as if they have never seen this many people before. The girl weakly waves while the boy stands there without doing anything. Despite their appearances, people still throw roses. They must truly admire these nervous tributes.

"Ahh! District Three! One of my favorites to convey." Chal admits.

"Why is that?" Dusk asks. She only likes the upper class districts rather than the lower class. She didn't mind either way, though. This is the Hunger Games, a time where class no longer counts.

"You see, there are many things you can do with technology." Chal replies. "See, look what stylists Luxe McCray and Blaze Faber have done with their tributes. They look simply stunning. Are they glowing?" Chal squinted, just to make sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on him.

"Yes they are! Luxe and Blaze have done it again!" Dusk raises her glass of champagne. "This year, our tributes are Violet Dixon and Daniel Kelly. Correct me if I am wrong, but did Daniel volunteer?"

"Yes he did. That is something that District Three hasn't done in a long time. Daniel, we salute your courage and your sacrifice." Dusk and Chal take a sip of their champagne and go back to watching the Parade.

A rose was thrown in the direction of Violet. She grabbed for it, but missed by a little bit. Everyone looked at their costumes in awe. The suits Violet and Daniel wore were from their necks to their ankles, adorned with multi-colored bulbs. They blinked on and off, giving the impression that they were glowing. They had boots up to their calves, also covered in little bulbs. Violet's hair was tied up and out of her face, to be placed under a headpiece of silver and gold. Daniel's headpiece was in a similar design, but gold over powered the silver in his case.

Luxe and Blaze have truly done it again.

Capitol citizen, Duce Sanders

Duce cheered for the District 4 tributes. They were always his favorites. Fishing can be used in many different ways, so the stylists have no problem coming up with costumes for them. He threw a rose to the chariot, which the female tribute grabbed and waved to the crowd. In the twenty years he has gone to the Tribute Parade, he has always thrown his roses to the tributes from 4. He has never disliked District 4. After the Reapings this year, he has no reason not to like them.

He soaked up their costumes. The female (he heard Dusk called out Maya and Predator) had a fishnet bra on, a mermaid like skirt, heels, and her hair was curled. Her whole outfit was blue and she had blue beads weaved into her blond hair. Her headpiece was an elaborate crown colored sea blue. Predator's outfit was similar, but he was shirtless and shorts with a scale-like design. His crown was less elaborate than Maya's, but he also had the blue beads in his hair. Duce vowed to bet his money on these tributes. They look ready to enter the arena and win this thing.

District 5 came riding up but their tributes had…uninspiring outfits. Each tribute had a sleeveless body suit, colored silver with a circle headpiece. 5 has never been Duce's favorite; their costumes were usually boring and run of the mill and they hardly ever win. The only year he threw a single rose at them was the year they won. But that was such a long time ago. He can barely remember the victor's name.

"Look at District Six!" Duce heard the woman beside him yell. "They look fantastic this year, don't they?" He took a sneak peak at the tributes from 6, and he was glad he did.

Normally, the transportation district is overlooked. They won a handful of times, but their costumes couldn't compare to this year's. Each tribute had on a black covering, dress for the girl and suit for the boy. The girl had her brown hair down, straightened, and with small wheels weaved into small strands. On her dress were train tracks, going in all directions. The boy had a very similar look, but with a ribbon tied around his wrist. He stood stiffly in the chariot, while the girl was waving to everyone.

Duce threw a rose to the tributes. Who knows? They might show up everyone!

Master of Ceremonies, Dusk Shine

"And there goes District Six." She finishes. "Ryan and Kira look better than last year's tributes." Dusk gets a small refill on her champagne. She squinted to see District 7's chariot. Chal let out an excited whoop as the chariot came into camera view.

"There is District Seven!" He hoots, zooming in on the tributes. The male is waving to the crowd while the girl looks straight ahead to the president.

"Yes, what a lovely change for Seven this year." Dusk comments. "They are normally dressed as trees. And thank goodness they aren't this year; the brown and green was really starting to get on my nerves." Chal chuckles with her as he begins to explain their costumes.

"This year, they are showing off the product of lumber, which is paper. And they look lovely in their costumes! We welcome Miss Sheila Carwell and Linden Ulmus to the Capitol."

Chal was right. Sheila wore a snow white dress, folding strategically across her body. There were folds upon folds on her gown, which stopped at her calves. Her fingernails were painted white to match her lovely dress. The headpiece was also folded like her dress and it sat on top of her head, a good four inches in the air. Linden's costume was in the same design, but in a suit form. He also had the headpiece on, which looked very uncomfortable. Each tribute also had white sandals with paper flowers on them.

"Who do we have to thank for these costumes?" Chal asked.

"Miss Karina and Katrina Beta, the sister stylists for Seven." Dusk replied, pushing some of her dark purple hair behind her ears. "They just started to style for Seven coming from District Nine! Congratulations, ladies!"

As 7 continued its way down the City Circle, District 8 began to ride up and the response was immediate. Roses flew in the air and landed in front of the chariot. The roar of the crowd seemed to grow as they continued to travel down the City Circle. The female tribute started to wave and attempt to catch roses. The male also waved, but didn't wave as much. He had his hand on the chariot bar the whole time.

"District Eight, making their way up the City Circle!" Chal exclaimed, holding up his glass. "Normally, District Eight doesn't produce fine costumes. But this year's stylists, Kitty Menteer and Kira Lancer, seemed to really pull this one off. Look at the tributes!"

"Preferably, you should call them by their names." Dusk teased, while reading the names. "This year, we have Flim Tayles and Camden Pheon. Kitty and Kira have done a fine job with these tributes. They look simply stunning!"

As the horses trotted along, everyone got a good look at the tributes. The color pattern was pink and purple, just like in previous years. On Flim's body, she had on a light weight material to coincide with her frail stature. Her dress had sleeves down to her wrists, which were designed with swirl-like patterns. The skirt of the dress was purple while the top half was pink. Her headpiece was just a simple tiara with a pink hue. Camden's costume was similar, but he wore a suit rather than a dress. The top half of the suit was pink while the other half was purple. He had a ringed crown on his head. They began waving to the passing crowd.

"I could look at them all day long!" Chal admires, staring at them. "Normally, they are dressed as a mish mash of clothes, so mashed up that I can't tell what they are. I can clearly tell that Miss Flim is wearing a silk dress. Camden is also wearing a silk suit. They look absolutely stunning."

"Turn your eyes to District Nine's chariot!" Dusk pulls him away from the 8 chariot, which had just moved out of view. She points to the grain chariot, where the tributes have just pulled into the City Circle. "Look at our tributes, Rye Corn and Jayd Blair. They truly show grain off well, don't they?"

"Very true, my dear Dusk." Chal says. "And we have Wrane Jones and Giana Grayson to thank for these costumes."

Rye and Jayd sheepishly waved to the crowd, being deafened by their screams and the music pounding in their ears. They wore sleeveless, white body suits with gold accents. They wore golden sandals on their feet, which the straps laced up their legs. Golden stalks of grain laced up their arms, as if consumed by the thing that gives them meaning in Panem. On their body suits, gold traveled up their bodies. They were being consumed by the grain. Their headpieces were rings of gold, symbolizing the golden color of grain. The gold began to reflect off of their suits and show into the crowd. They began to cheer and toss roses to them. Jayd caught one and waved to the general direction of the giver. Nothing felt more right than this moment. Could they just live it over and over again to prolong the Hunger Games?

Assistant Gamemaker, Aphrodite McKennon

"District Ten in three, two, one…" Aphrodite points to a member of her team and they send a signal out to the chariots. District 10 pops up on screen, rolling into the City Circle. Aphrodite had to time every chariot just right. They need to be within eight seconds of each other, or the line could be completely thrown off. She mentally counts the seconds while looking at the tributes.

District 10 wasn't as wonderful as last year, but it was still pretty nice. Each tribute wore a suit adorned with white and black coloring. The female's hair was tied up in a half braided, half down style. Her make-up was next to none, giving her a rustic feel. The male looked wonderful in his costume. The headpieces were a golden metal band with horns attached to them. Small tints of silver were shown to the crowd, but could barely be seen from under the lights. They waved slightly as they progressed forward.

Six…seven…eight… "District Eleven in three, two, one…" Aphrodite does the same drill for the eleventh time. When will she be moved up to Head Gamemaker? Chal is up there with Dusk Shine, bantering and laughing away with glasses of champagne. Aphrodite is sending out chariots every eight seconds for Panem to enjoy. She knows that her time as Head Gamemaker will come, but not for another decade. Judging by her math, she should be Head Gamemaker by the 186th Hunger Games, or sooner if something unfortunate happens to Chal.

District 11 rolls away, trailing District 10. The tributes stood stiffly in their chariots, baffled by the amount of people. Thousands upon thousands of Capitolites gathered to see them. They were dressed in similar farmer outfits; a green satin shirt with jean overalls. They had straw hats as their headpiece. In the girl's hair, she had corn placed in certain strands of it, not to become overwhelming. Each tribute had a prop, the first time in Hunger Games history. The prop was a pitchfork with dull ends, so no tribute can hurt themselves. That's why they weren't waving to anyone.

Six…seven…eight… "District Twelve in three, two, one…" District 12's chariot enters the City Circle, with people who were still screaming. Didn't they have sore throats by now? And where do they keep getting all of these roses? The runway was littered with roses and lilies and everything else the Capitolites threw. Good thing Aphrodite isn't a janitor. It would take at least a full day to clean up the runway. Longer if they take multiple breaks. Aphrodite smiles as she thinks this thought.

Even after one hundred years of them not being in the Hunger Games, District 12 still dresses the same. Both tributes are wearing coal miner's outfits. They were coated with black coal dust, wearing baggy overalls, and had on black boots. On their heads was a coal miner helmet, fit with a light that shimmered as it was turned on. Only one rose was thrown in their direction. Camera shots began to filter as they progressed. Some people tried not to laugh; others were craning to see District 13 come to the light. Aphrodite was quick on her reflexes as she turned back to her team.

"District Thirteen in three, two, one…"

Master of Ceremonies, Dusk Shine

"And here is newly rebuilt District Thirteen!" Dusk exclaims. "I don't know how the stylists will be able to work with scientific research for Thirteen but they can…what is that?"

Chal and Dusk look closely. Chal begins to stifle a laugh. "They went back to their origins! Nothing scientific about the tributes. Miss Melinda Hanis and Mr. Tartan Blade are dressed as nuclear energy!"

The Capitolites began to scream like crazy as Melinda and Tartan progressed through the runway. Both tributes wore a similar green body suit with electrical wires running through it. Every two seconds, the electrical wires began to glow. With each glow, they got brighter and brighter. Melinda's hair had wires running through it, so her hair was glowing as well. Tartan hair had wires running in it as well, but not as much. His hair wasn't as long as Melinda's. They looked to the screen where they showed shots of the tributes from 13. They looked better than what their stylist predicted; they stole the show. Tartan smiled and began to wave to the crowd.

"How wonderful!" Chal exclaimed. "Dusk, who do we have to thank for the wonderful costumes this year? They deserve a big round of applause!" Chal took a sip of his champagne as Dusk Shine got her papers in order.

"We have Mr. Newton Fuller and Miss Rosa Park to thank." Dusk replies. "They did such a fantastic job!" Dusk and Chal raise their glasses to the stylists as District 14 began to wheel out.

"Look, Dusky." Chal called her by her hated nickname. "Here are the tributes from Fourteen. Miss Amelie Sage and Mr. Blakely Sage. We have another sibling pair here. What do you think of their chariot costumes?"

Dusk smiled and replied to the Head Gamemaker. "Well, Sherweed, I think they did a wonderful job. I love how they incorporated the herbs used for medication into the costume. I expect some great things from the new tributes."

"Well said, Dusk." Chal replied, ignoring her nickname for him.

The crowd began to cheer for the final chariot. Blakely and Amelie were dressed in herbal leaves. Amelie had on a dress made entirely from leaves. The stylist, being a woman herself, used layer upon layer of leaves to cover up any skin showing on her tribute's body. Leaves were also used for the headpiece of the costume, making a ring around her forehead. Blakely had a similar design, but his stylist only used three layers of leaves, and left his chest bare. Leaves circled his arms, weaving up to his shoulders. He had a similar headpiece as Amelie, but he felt more exposed than her. Thanks, Titus. Blakely thinks as the chariot progresses.

"And there you have it!" Chal says, raising his glass. "All fourteen chariots have been seen and I can't wait for the Games to begin. I'm Chal Sherwood."

"And I'm Dusk Shine." She raises her glass as well.

"And may the odds be ever in your favor!" They say together.

President of Panem, President Rector

As President Rector watches the chariots circle around his podium, he takes notice of each and every tribute. His eyes dart to the tributes from 2, as they were siblings after all. District 3, 4, 5, and 6 begin to fill in the semi-circle. He had a wonderful batch of tributes this year. And wonderful stylists to match. A thought formed in his mind as District 7 begin to fill in. These Games will be the best yet. And all the evidence was in front of him. Strong tributes from 1 and 4. Sibling pairs from 2 and 14. Two twelve year old volunteers. Strongest contender in Hunger Games history; the boy from 7. Nothing can make these Games less exciting than what they already are.

As District 10 circles in, he stands up and moves to the microphone. Aphrodite McKennon, Assistant Gamemaker, had an earpiece to tell him to move. Aphrodite was such a hard working woman for her age, being only twenty four. In a few years, he just might promote her to Head Gamemaker. District 12 rounds in, followed by 13 and 14. All twenty eight tributes are in front of the leader of Panem, ready to be greeted into the Capitol. He smiles and looks at them. Best Games yet.

"Welcome!" He says, silencing the crowd. "Welcome, tributes. We welcome you. We at the Capitol thank your courage and your sacrifice." Each tribute looks to their leader, the man they are powerless against. Others want to be here, some wish they were back home. They hold their heads high and face President Rector with a strong, fearless face.

"And we would like to wish you a happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor!" The audience claps and hoots for their leader as the cameras take shots of each chariot. On cue from Aphrodite, District 1's chariot moves into the lobby of the TrainingCenter, or Tribute Prison, as some call it.

A/N: Best Games yet. From popular demand, the chariots have arrived! Yea! It took me two days, a ton of notebook paper, and some creativity, but I finally got it finished. And before schedule, too! Yes! I will post another chapter on Sunday, just so you know. Which costumes were your favorites? Which Point of View did you like most? Let me know in a review! :)

Master of Ceremonies, Dusk Shine

"Someone, can someone help me?" Dusk calls from her seat. "Chal is severely drunk and he needs someone to take him home."

"I…I never noticed h…how hot you were!" Chal spills out. "Come o…over to my p…place to…tonight!"

"Ugh! Someone, please!" No one answered Dusk's request. Chal draped his hand over Dusk's body, grazing her breasts. She smacked him away, leaving a red mark on his hand.

She finally got up and left Chal there for the rest of the night. What a lousy excuse for a Gamemaker. She thought as she walked away.