Marble Monarch's POV

I stare at myself in the full sized mirror in the remake room. A diamond encrusted miner helmet sat on my head a golden pick axe is grasped in my hand. I'm dressed in a tight v-neck jumpsuit with diamonds, gold dust, emeralds and many other gems. It sounded girly when my mentor, Hallucionite Equinox, described it to me, but now that I was actually wearing it, I looked good. The suit made me look even more muscular and it gave an aura of power and wealth.

Rora walks in, looking beautiful. If we weren't in a situation where we are potential enemies, she would make a great girlfriend. She is dressed in a jumpsuit much like mine, but a blue diamond necklace hung from her neck. Her copper colored hair is curled into tight ringlets and her bright blueish green eyes shine like the jewels on her outfit.

The capital had tried as hard as they could to fix her arm, but it was a pretty bad break. They had to preform surgery, but I can tell that she isn't fully recovered. Her arm is stiff, and she has trouble moving it. I don't know how she'll do in the games, but if she can prove herself, she could be in the pack.

When I was watching the Reapings in the train, I started picking out which tributes I wanted in the pack. Both from district two, of course. Also the girl from seven and maybe the boy from ten. Everyone needs pawns, so I thought we might as well include the District Four kids. I'm still on the fence about Rora, though.

Hallucionitte struts in, wearing his usual black leather biker style clothes. His hair is a deep black and his purple eyes stand out from his pale skin.

"This way, Rora and Marble. It's time for the parade! Since you're District One, you will be leaving for the parade first," he says.

Quickly, Rora and I climb into our chariot which is attached to two white horses with their golden mane braided. Before she climbs in, Rora slowly walks over to the horses and pulls a carrot from behind her back and feeds it to the horses. I snicker at her innocence, she wouldn't last a day in the games, but she has yet to prove herself. Our chariot is black with gems in every color creating a luxurious rainbow. Rora jumps in first, wincing as she hits her arm on the side.

And then, with a jolt, the horses lurch forward and we begin the chariot parade.

-oOo-

Natasha Trent's POV

I gaze up at Alex as we wait in our chariots behind nine other districts. We're both wearing black jumpsuits with sheer black robes over them. I'm not exactly sure what this has to do with livestock, but we didn't want to go against our stylist, Clementi Rundra.

As soon as I met Clementi, we became fast friends. She is talkative and bubbly, with a cheery attitude. Although, she could at times be a tad optimistic. The best part about her was that she looked like a human. Not one of those capital clowns. Her eyes are naturally gold and her skin is pale. The only artificial features are sharp teeth and long bleached hair. This year is her first year as a stylist and she's one the youngest I've heard of, she's only twenty one years old.

"Alright, so you two are allying in the games, correct?" Clementi asks.

I nod my head looking over to Alex who also does so.

"So in order to get sponsors, use your brother sister bond and break some hearts. Like maybe hold hands or something," Clementi suggests. Alex and I agree with her, even though she can't grasp the fact that I was adopted.

Suddenly, the horses lurches forward and we ride out into the crowd. The cheering is deafening and the bright colors of the capital people are blinding. Many objects are being thrown at us, from flowers to million dollar handbags. I flinch as a bouquet of tulips flies by, almost hitting us. I smile and wave, also blow kissing a few of the guys and winking flirtily at the crowd. With every blow kiss and flirty grin, the crowd grows louder and louder. I have this sponsor thing in the bag.

Alex isn't as adept with the crowd as I am, but he still gets many cheers. Greedily wanting more potential sponsors, I grasp his hand. Alex looks at me confused for a second, but then I take our hands and hold them high above our heads. We, the District Ten Tributes will be unstoppable!

-oOo-

Edward Gear's POV

I gaze down at my costume in disgust. What was I supposes to be? I was in a tight silver jumpsuit with large black spikes sticking out everywhere. It was impossible to move in this thing. I glance over at Lacey, my stupid partner. She seemed to be having trouble as well. Our stylist, Astrid, has strange tastes. I mean, spikes had nothing to do with District Three! As the black horses, also covered in spikes, begin to move move out into the capital streets, the capital freaks are cheering wildly. Lacey is waving at them, her mouth formed into a grin, as I roll my eyes.

This parade is overrated. I can't wait to get into the arena and start killing people. I stand there, bored out of my mind as the annoying cheers permeate the air. I can't wait for this dumb parade to be finished and I can get out of this hideous outfit.

Even though I'm not doing anything, people are throwing flowers at me. Wait! No, they're throwing them for Lacey. I swear, she is the first person I will get rid of in the games! Not wanting her eating up all of the attention, I wave too, stiffly. Still, I don't get the deafening cheers that Lacey does.

I whisper in her ear, "Stop stealing the attention or you're dead."

Her smile wilts for a brief second and I think I've won. But she just rolls her eyes and smiles wider and waves even more at the audience.

I'm seething. I hate her for stealing my thunder and my sponsors. At that moment, I knew who the first death in the arena was going to be, Lacey Gage.

"You're dead to me, Lacey Gage."

A/N

Thanks Izy K for Astrid, Jess Kline for Hallucionite and tasherekalb for Clementi! Don't forget to vote for your favorite tributes and the host's name! By host, I mean the people like Caesar Flickerman. Here's the trivia.

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