Phan Reska's POV
As I'm riding down the street in the chariot, the crowds are deafening. Jazmine and I smile broadly as the audience screams at us.
"Makohan, please marry me!"
"Jazmine, you're my favorite!"
"District Seven rules!"
I must admit, our costumes are amazing. Jazmine is dressed as a tree, but she looks totally hot. Her tight floor length dress is a dark brown with rough textures to make the illusion of bark. There are sparkles in her curly blond hair which is styled in an up do. I look amazing too in my brown leather pants covered in tree branch sand leaves. I am shirtless and I'm wearing my bottle necklace filled with leaves and pine. Our stylist, Speahn Urikin, is a total genius.
After another hour of waving and smiling at the audience, the chariots finally pull up at the capital building where President Cyprus stands powerfully. The Panem anthem plays over the stereo and the crowd stands up and hums along. Jazmine rolls her eyes at the stupidity of everyone here. Have they all been brainwashed by the evil President Cyprus?
Finally, the music dies down and Cyprus steps up to the podium. His dark brown beard is shaved into a flame like design and his hair is brushed to the side. He's the youngest president Panem has ever had at the age of twenty four.
"Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen and welcome to the 125th Hunger Games and the fifth Quarter Quell! As you all know, this year's twist is that the tributes will face their biggest fears in the arena. That is, of course, if they live to face them. So once again, happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor!"
The audience applauds yet again as Cyprus turns around and exits through a curtain. Surprising me, our chariot launches forward and all of the tributes ride out into the tributes building.
Scarlett Spears' POV
I could tell that Mace didn't think that I was good enough to be in the pack. The way that he ignores me whenever I'm in the same room as him is clear enough. The last time the two of us talked was on the train when he was watching the Reapings with Thor. But I don't care. I'm not an alliance person anyways, I prefer to work alone. However, I'm afraid that Thor will force me into an alliance. I ponder about my strategy as our chariot pulls into the training building.
My costume for the parade is okay, but definitely not my style. I am wearing a super short red skirt and a black tank top. Also, I don netted black leggings and tall black combat boots. As the finishing touch, I wore red devil horns on my head, it was sort of cheesy when my stylist, Jascia Solorius Crane, suggested it at first. But in the end, it turned out okay. Jascia is the granddaughter of the famous Seneca Crane, a famous game maker from years ago. His first year was the 74th games, which was a great success with the star crossed lovers and the mutts. He did the games for thirty more years until he retired.
As I stand outside of my chariot, Mace wanders over to the District One and Four tributes. I stand alone as I watch alliances be made. I could tell that the two from Ten would ally and of course the career pack, which was meeting without me. Honestly, I'm surprised they're letting the little kids from Four and the girl from One in. I mean it's below the standards, one with a broken arm and two kids who haven't even graduated grade school. Then, I notice that a girl is walking towards me, determined. I recognize her, she's the scary girl from District Seven, Jazmine.
"Hey you! Two!" She shouts at me, "you seem like you may know how to fight. Do you?"
I nod my head, "Archery and spears."
This seems to satisfy Jazmine as she asks, "you want to ally? The two of us could be more powerful than the careers."
I think about this. Jazmine seems like she could be more deadly than the entire career pack combined. But, I am too afraid for betrayal to accept.
"No. I work alone," I reply coldly.
"Your loss. You may want to reconsider before I declare us enemies. And trust me, you don't want to be enemies with Jazmine Vierra!" She tosses her blond hair, which was no longer in the up do for the parade. I can't help but get the feeling that I have made a big mistake.
Freaton Gefle's POV
I watch in the sidelines as Heaven is socializing with the other tributes. In the parade, I could tell that no one was cheering for me. Even my stylist, Pearl Stormz, couldn't make me look attractive enough to get fans. Heaven, however, looked beautiful in her bright canary yellow dress. Her light blond hair was in a two buns on the side of her head. She looked just like a carefree canary. I know that I can't stand a chance with her. If I win, I will be lost, but if she wins, she'll find a guy and be happy without me.
Besides, she seems to have already found her own friends. At the moment, Heaven was near the District Four chariot laughing and talking with James Rivers and his sister. I knew that James and Crystal would be in the pack and they'll probably find a way to get Heaven in there with them. If Heaven is accepted into the career pack, she'll clearly be out of my league. It's hopeless for me.
I gaze at my jet black coal miner suit, a cheesy stereotypical District Twelve costume. I'll always be a dreary coal miner, and she'll always be the beautiful bird flying out of my grasp.
Thor Tilam's POV
"What do you mean Scarlett said no?" I ask Lilac Fauchay, the District Seven mentor.
"Jazmine asked her to form an alliance, just as I told her to. But Scarlett said no," Lilac responds exasperated. The Head game maker, Jayla Mackenzie, had instructed me to make sure that Scarlett had an alliance so that, if she survives long enough, will be able to face her biggest fear, betrayal. The plan was for her to get at least one ally and have them betray her later in the games. I immediately thought of Jazmine, as she seems bloodthirsty and a great fighter. I knew that I could infer that Jazmine would naturally betray Scarlett.
I really didn't want to plot against my tributes, even though I knew that they wouldn't win. I just didn't want to lose to the outer districts AGAIN! Last year was the worst, when the District Eleven girl, Maylin Duran, somehow managed to win. The girl was only thirteen and didn't train a day in her life before being reaped. I don't know how she managed to outsmart the tributes with her silly traps.
The worst part was that that she is now a fellow mentor and I have to pretend to like her. But really, I hate her with a loathing passion.
"I'll talk some sense into Scarlett. If she goes in without an ally, Cyprus and Jayla will have my head, and yours too," I storm out of the meeting room, leaving Lilac alone.
A/N
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