Clove and Cato appeared to have just waltzed out of the Roman empire with their golden winged hats. They felt like it, too. District 2 produced weapons and Peacekeepers for the Capitol, so Roman warriors were the perfect costume.
The gates opened, and the horses and chariots formed a line. District 1 was first. Clove couldn't take her eyes off Glimmer, or more specifically, her hat. Bright pink feathers adorned with shimmering jewels matched perfectly with Glimmer's bright pink dress.
The national anthem of Panem started to play, and that was the signal for the chariots to march and the parade to begin.
District 1 was received just as well as expected. Clove snickered when Marvel got hit in the face with a bouquet of blue and purple roses. Then, someone decided to randomly dump a bucket of sparkles on Glimmer. So now, Glimmer glimmered twice as much!
Clove took a deep breath as her and Cato's chariot started forward. Clove put on her toughest game face just like Cato. The audience needed to realize that she was a formidable contender in the Hunger Games.
"They like us! They love us!" exclaimed Glimmer in excitement. She and Marvel were over halfway through the Tribute parade.
Suddenly, the audience's attention focused somewhere else. Their cheers grew twice as loud. Glimmer and Marvel were confused.
"What on earth…" muttered Marvel. He spun around and gasped. "Glimmer! It's that tribute girl from 12 that I warned you about!"
"What?" Glimmer asked, annoyed. "It's just 12. What could possibly be so…"
She spun around and gasped. "That can't be! They're…They're…ON FIRE!"
Now, she was just plain disgusted. All of the tributes and all of the audience had their eyes glued to 12.
The parade was soon over, and the chariots formed a group around a podium way up high. President Snow gave a speech but Glimmer was too fumed to listen. The tributes from 12, just an outlying district, stole their audience! Well, they were going to be her first targets. Hopefully, the other careers would feel the same.