Sorry about the wait! My computer lost the file when it was almost complete and then I was angry and very uninspired. But here it is!
Viola Trace, the new escort for the Dome, uncertainly got ready for the day. Her hair was purple-pink, and she pulled it into an updo. Her green eyes were filling with tears. The place she grew up in would sacrifice its children today.
She went into the medium sized park, slowly ascending the stairs. Katniss, Peeta, Gale, and Posy sat in their respective chairs.
Posy jumped off her brother's lap and ran to Viola. She jumped and wrapped her arms around the escort. "Your hair is so pretty!"
"Thank you." Viola said shakily. She pried the girl off of her and Posy giggled, skipping back to Gale and springing up a conversation.
It wasn't yet one o'clock, but people were filling the park.
A 16 year old girl with green hair was throwing a rusty throwing knife into a tree. It was illegal, but today, no one cared.
A 16 year old boy with auburn hair was flirting with a pretty girl.
A 12 year old boy with dyed purple hair and a purple jumpsuit was examining people.
The Avoxes in their white robes shook.
Viola shook her head, trying to clear it, and told Peeta it was time.
Peeta gave a speech, and Katniss said very few words.
That was her cue. Viola's hand went into the boys large glass ball.
"Sparkles Jewel!" Had she drawn a girls name? No. The 12 year old with dyed hair was coming up to the stage, shaking, his green eyes darting around.
"Rigel Kuiper!" He was 17 with curly dark hair and silver eyes with constellations of tiny stars tattooed on his tan skin. He wore a nice black tuxedo with a dark blue tie. His face crumpled in shock but he worked to compose himself. A girl in the 14 year old section began crying.
"Nick diLaurentis!" The 16 year old boy who had been flirting came up. His eyes were a natural shade of hazel, and he wore a leather jacket, white shirt, black pants, all in all average clothes. His face screamed that he was both worried and mad.
"Dashiell Hailer!" 14, average skin, and dark blue hair with lines of gold streaking through it. His eyes were mismatched, one red and one blue. He was tall and lanky. He wore black dress pants, a blue dress shirt, and a yellow tie.
"Sucks that I have to go with these morons, huh?" Then he laughed like he had said a joke.
The boys were grabbed and taken away. Voila went for the girls orb.
"Rita Sweet!" She was 18, and very angry. Her hair was cut to her chin with pink on the outside, blue on the inside, which corresponded with her tight pink top and turquoise blue skirt. Her eyes were green and burning with anger. Her bright red lips opened to speak and Viola dived quickly for another name.
"Esa Naveen!" The 16 year old girl with the green hair and knives walked up. Her knives had mysteriously vanished and her red eyes look around calmly. A dress of dark blue silk hugs her waist and the end flutters at her knees.
"Kialani Evans!" She was only 14. Her hair was auburn, held back in a ponytail with green ribbon, and her eyes were green and overflowing with tears, a few of which slipped out. A strapless silk green dress exposed a tattoo of a silver owl. She tried to smile while she wiped away her tears.
"Emerald Camry!" She was 13, which made some sigh in sadness. Her hair was blood red with blue tips, an almost rebellious thing. Her eyes were dark green and there were thick black swirl patterns drawn all over her hands. A simple black tank top and skinny jeans made her outfit. Her face kept going between a small smile and a sad glance.
The girls were lined up in front of them and then whisked away. Family of them and the boys ran after them, wanting their final five minutes.
Sparkles
My mom hugged me and told me she believed in me. My mom was so pretty, and had a respectable job, a boutique owner. Unlike my unfashionable dad who doesn't work.
My dad's part in my good-bye was to give me my token. Black gloves with purple tips, the first thing I ever made. When I won, my dad better dye his hair.
Rita
My mom and dad told me how disappointed they were in that stupid escort, and I agreed heartily. Especially on the issue of her looks. Honey, white skin is completely out!
Paris, my 13 year old sister came next. Her red hair shimmered and her gold eyes shone. We talked about the latest fashions and she gave me a necklace of mine. Thick gold with rubies. I thanked her and she was off.
Rigel
My dad gave me advice. My mom cried. Both of them seemed to believe in me, but my dad paid attention to the tributes who had returned from the games. My mom gave me my token, my silver bracelet that said 'Orion, Dorthea, Rigel, Opal'.
Once they left, Opal entered. She was crying during the reaping. Her slightly reflective hair was almost completely white from the room. She traced a few constellations on my arms and was then pulled away from me.
Esa
I left my knives in a tree. I hoped a kid wouldn't find them.
My mom cried and my dad looked close. My mom was telling about when I was younger and happier as she handed me a mass of jade and silver. I shook it out. My mother's favorite necklace.
My shell melted for a fraction of a moment before re-hardening as I saw my parents and realized what I meant to them.
Nick
Jessie was crying, but I couldn't yell at her. She's only 6. Mom held Jessie and Dad wasn't there. He was in army fatigues somewhere, cleaning up the very last of the Capitol affairs.
Jessie stuck her hand towards me, dad leather bracelet dangling form her fingers. I plucked it off of her and slid it onto my wrist.
They left and my thoughts strayed to hoping there would be some hot girls in the games.
Kialani
My parents sat across from me. My mom shimmered with body glitter fresh from her boutique.
My mom sighed and reached over and dropped something in my hand. I didn't look at it. I just reached over and told them both goodbye.
They left and I looked at what she gave me, A silver owl necklace. I smiled and prepared myself for mine and many others demise.
Dashiell
Mom examined her nails, asking me what I that of the newest dirt she'd uncovered, Something about Katniss Everdeen. I didn't listen.
Dad stood awkwardly off to the side. Just before her left, he dropped a piece of paper into my hand. A business card. Thanks Dad.
Emerald
The twins hugged my sides. They were only 8 years old. Soon they ran to my parents. Alexi's pink hair contrasted Mom's blue hair, but Erik and Dad both had brown hair.
My mom would be a mentor this year, she was a Gamemakers assistant, after all.
Cole and Angelina stopped by and gave me a locket with a picture of the three of us.
Suddenly I was pulled away from my friends and taken onto a long train.
About sponsoring, starting the Chariot Ride chapter, you can start buying what your tribute will get at the Cornucopia as long as it fits their strategy. If they end up dying in the bloodbaht, I will message you and you can either withdraw your purchases or give them to another tribute of you choice.