A/N: I wanted to put much more Jeret into this chapter, but since the point of view is different, I can't make it seem like the Capitol has a heart. So sorry to everyone who wanted much more information on Jeret and his injury. (More information on the injury will be released in "Jeret's Interview" in Chapter 24.)

Another notice is that we've reached the turning point in the chariots. You may notice less detail in descriptions as this is starting to turn into the lesser rich districts. The stylists become bored as do their work, forplaying onto the crowd's reactions and the camera's focus.

Hope you enjoy the rest of Chapter 19.

~Opening Ceremonies~

Part Two

It has been thirty-two minutes after the incident in the City Circle. The weather cast has stopped and the screen has flickered to the district five chariot. Nan Weatherall stands alone on her chariot, bruises lined across the top of her elbows. Jeret then slowly is helped onto the chariot. His crutches shaking a bit as it is his first time using them. He has a knee-to-toe cast on which covers over his mathematical pant leg.

Many people refuse eye contact with him, knowing that sympathy would be the worst for the fast upcoming games. Some tributes smirk, like the lead careers, knowing about his new weakness. But Jeret just keeps looking ahead as if nothing happened.

There is a jolt when the chariots start to move again. There is few interest in the district five boy after the whole camera crew has captured his recovery and the showing of each district tribute continues on.

The eighth district comes forth onto the City Circle and as the horses slow to a walk, the cameras get a good shot on Sarah Armenta. The sixteen year old wears a dress, hardly able to reach her knees. From the bodice and up there is a simple, silky beige. But as it descends down colors begin to mix and different fabrics entwine. From a ruffled red and black plaid, to a white and silver doily-like lace, to a cotton blue and neon green, and a final layer of orange wool. A mixture of colors lines Sarah's eyelids and cheekbones.

Next to Sarah stands Zane Galvin. He wears a baggy work outfit. It is a beige color like the girl's dress next to him. Each textile from Sarah's dress is in sheets splayed over Zane's shoulder. The collar of the suit is short enough to show the burn scar that has raced up his neck and settled over the years.

Daisy Rawnsen's skinny form of body is detached to her hunting outfit. It looks like something she would wear on the fields. Her hair is tied up, as per usual, but with a small strip of navy green lace. As for her outfit, she is a complete match with her partner, Lucas Des' Ray.

Wearing a thick winter jacket with camouflage print and boots that reach the middle of his tibia, is the eighteenth tribute of Panem's Hunger Games. His pants are a faded Jacinthe color that is partially plastered in dry mud. This person's name is Lucas Des' Ray. The nearly clothed replica of Daisy Rawnsen.

District ten is much more… creative this year. As of though they are still dressed up as small, innocent farm animals.

Barley Dawson clashes horribly with her dark, chocolate-like brown hair and the fuzz of wool on top of her head like a headband. She wears a baggy jumpsuit that is made out of the finest gray silk you could ever find. Yet, it is hard to see the soft silk under the coat of white wool lining.

Devon seems to have been taken onto drastic measures. A silver ring pierced into Devon's nose is hanging just above his lower lip. Plastic horns seem to be stuck onto his head like glue. Possibly it's a black headband that hides under his hair. The boy wears a jumpsuit similar to Barley's but a sable color. It is Devon's topaz eyes that make him look like a true fighting bull.

But districts can differ in many ways. Take district eleven for example. They have taken the facile way to go. Ryan Haven only wears a basic teal suit with shiny plastic grape vines weaved into the fabric messily.

Rose Everwish looks quite the same but quite some different. She has on a blue dress, clear like a stream, fresh like a river. The grape vine leggings lead to her sapphire heels, much too large for her age. A blue headband, which looks elegant towards her coal-like hair, changes the whole look; especially with the grapes dangling off the sides of the accessory.

Even if district twelve usually is like a brilliant burning ember with the crowd, a tank of water seems to keep the heat down. Nirvana Filmore wears the third jumpsuit of the night. There is fewer stories to the simplicity of the outfit though. You can scantly see the gold glitter splayed across the cave black suede.

Light Rivers doesn't seem to the shimmer of the night either. Sure the radiating red specks of hair dye on the tips of his hair are sexy, but his outfit is smoking. Literally. It is as if they have lit Light's broad-shouldered suit on fire and then dipped him into water. It does give texture in the end though.

As the last chariot turns sharply around the true city's center, the camera has lost sight of the twenty-third and fourth tributes.

It takes few minutes for tributes to gather around the president's mansion to listen to the speeches handed out verbally by Snow himself. But what does take some time is for the tributes to realize that they are not being introduced to a place with sunshine and celebrity statistics, but a place that is like roses in smoking remnants in the clutches of hell.

The trumpets blare throughout the community's speakers and the flutes hide under the percussion's thick covering blanket when the anthem signals the end of the transmission.

Screens of million's go black over Panem, nevertheless, each and every one knows it is not over yet.

A/N: Thanks for reading! And I must say that I absolutly loved the given reveiws for the last chapter. Big thank you to that one.

Sorry for the late update! The next chapter will be expectantly be up by the end of the week. (I'm planning to reach the games by the end of this month.)

-Fifi

Disclaimer: Don't own Hunger Games... {Pouts in Corner of Room}