The Games are getting closer! Time to reveal the outfits! Don't worry, I haven't been keeping them from you; I haven't been planning for that long.
A has though.
She has something to say: K took FOREVER to write this, hence it taking so long, then I had to edit it, hence more time wastage. Sorry!
This is in chronological order, going from District One up to Distrcit Twelve. And male first then female. Specially for you readers. Go on, feel touched! Feel special or it might magically
Oh, yeah, I'm not that excited for the chariots. Just the costumes. Some are hilarious. Some are really bad. Some are just..
Weird.
Chap 16, write yourself!
That certainly didn't work. One second.
Chapter 16, type yourself!
Really? Time for some mistakes. Try and understand what it would have been if there wasn't a typo.
Yeah, my magic spells aren't working. Annoying. Got to write it. Tiring.
Wait. That's the only way to do it. Magic spells don't work. God, I need a refund on that magic wand.
No, that's not right.
I don't have a magic wand.
Most of that was just to entertain myself. I hope you didn't read that.
You did?
Not my problem.
Let's go! PS I'm K!
Manly Waffles, D1M
Winning over sponsors should be easy. Surviving should be easy. Killing people will be easy. Just the finding them bit will be hard. Seriously, they just hide.
Every time I look at the mirror, I fall in love with myself all over again. That means I have done just that about 38 times. A 'knight in shining armour.' Venice is a 'damsel in distress.' I'm way better than her, as expected.
I'm forced into the horse drawn carriage. We have to gain sponsors- easy enough, I'm so handsome! However, it's not what I want. Enough about that, I just want to kick off the Games! Got to seem proud though.
Got to win them over. Even more.
Venice Liana, D1F
My stylist has made me a slice of perfection! Manly, as well. Wish we could wear these in the Games. Those suckers would die upon the gaze of me.
I have it all planned out. The chariots. I'll ensure that I get sponsors. I'll make them think that I'm soft. Then, my plan moves onto the Games. Them thinking that I'm the weakest of the Careers, they'll leave me until last. If they attack me, Manly will take care of it. He's the first one to kill though, when the pack splits up.
Wait. Never mind about that yet. I need to plan the show offs. I'll make myself perfect. I'll put myself in first place but last place, if you get what I mean.
The chariots approach, and I realise that Manly isn't that excited. Perfect. It'll make me look good. The Capitol is cheering for me. I'll be showered with sponsors!
This Games will be done before I can say Venice Liana.
Diaz Thompson, D2M
The Games are drawing near. My white robes are tight to show off my muscles. Amber and I are marble statues. Pretty clever. I check for my locket, and relief shoots through me as I find it tucked away. It's all I have left of my brother- volunteer two years ago- who died at the hands of District Twelve.
Anyway, get sponsors! Another vitality my brother neglected.
I am literally white. It's cool. Gives me an air of cool authority that Amber is too Amber to have.
Amber Balcen, D2F
I'm a gorgeous and rich statue. I think I'm a long-lost princess- which I love!
And, I get to look pretty while helping myself and other people. I think.
Battery Wilson, D3M
My mum would be ashamed. I am in a costume that is quite literally a piece of wire. What the hell?
I guess this is my life now. I guess the odds hate me.
Ella Crank, D3F
I think I'm losing my mind.
I repeat my mantra and ignore life in general.
No one notices.
No one cares.
I am Ella. I am from District Three. I was Reaped.
Marcel Denvers, D4M
I look in the mirror. I'm not really me.
I can't wait to see Liron. They kept us apart all day.
When I see her, I suck in a breath.
The cogs start whirring and I figure out our costumes.
And Liron looks amazing- she should get more sponsors from the Capitol- sadly including the perverts as her top is rather indecent.
Liron Aires, D4F
The first thing I notice is that streaks of my hair are blue and green.
I like it.
Then I notice the tail. I think I'm a mermaid, which is backed up by the 'top' which is more like a barely-there bra. Then I notice the shell locket.
I'm a Siren.
And Marcel is my sailor.
He's in a sailor cap and uniform with a blush creeping up his cheeks.
We board the chariots and get rolling.
Brad 3 Einstein, D5M
I am in a skin tight silver jumpsuit with lighting bolts all over me.
I think I see Bob in the crowds but shake it off.
I will win. I will kill. I will win.
Elizabeth Schuyler, D5F
Bully Brad and I are lightning conductors. I think.
I am right behind the showstoppers- District Four- but I am determined to get sponsors.
I manage to steal some attention from her... lack of top... but not enough.
I should still get sponsors. I hope.
Elber Penley, D6M
I have a tyre around my waist. So does Ilana. We will not get sponsors like this.
Annoying, but considering I'm gonna die soon I brush it off.
Ilana Whipple, D6F
Okay. This is kind of weird. A tyre around my waist. I suppose the fully black clothes aren't as eerie, but I really want to question my stylist.
I'm a wheel? Seriously? I wish we were wearing these in the Games though, for some reason.
I could roll onto my side if I was weak, and I could just roll away from my enemies. They really should change that.
Except for the fact that your fate would depend on the stylist. Suppose that would make sense though. We'd have to show more respect to them. Forget that, I'm fine with the tribute outfit.
James Grace, D7M
I'm toast. I am a tree. I am from District Seven, I am dressed as a tree, but I can't even climb one. Although as long as the others don't know that, if they are searching for me, they'll look at the trees but not so much ground. Hopefully I can sneak through around the trees.
What if I crash into them?
Fawn Ashwood, D7F
District Seven has no hope. A small 13-year old girl, and a boy who can't climb trees. I'll have to stay out of reach, lay traps, and try to use my smallness to dodge things. Careers probably have good aim though.
I heard the District Twelve boy just wants to be an artist. He honestly thought he could carry out that dream, too.
He didn't consider one thing though.
The Hunger Games.
No one's ever won from 12.
I have a quiet moment where I strategise.
I'll use my brains.
My life depends on it.
Ethan Spool, D8M
I ignore whatever I'm wearing and imagine the Capitol gone.
It's all I want. No more Capitol.
I guess I'll be dead though. The Games are not my strong poi... holy shit, my District Partner looks good...
Anna Blanche, D8F
I peek at the crowds. I regret it immediately.
All those people... I gulp. They are rooting for me to die.
After all, who would expect the spindly girl from District Eight to win? We've had one Victor, Woof, who won after allying with the District Two girl- an atypical Career who sacrificed herself for him. Of course, the Capitol spun it into a love story.
I hate the Capitol right now.
Maximus Stalk, D9M
I brace myself for the prepping and wonder what Ellie is doing right now.
I don't even blink when they dress me as a bag of seeds.
Athena Fields, D9F
I'll be okay, according to my stylist. I just need to breathe, get sponsors and pretend I'm not a bag of seeds.
I added the last bit.
Jorge Horn, D10M
So... many... pretty... girls...
I blow kisses and smile.
I got this.
Victoria Renmin, D10F
Ugh. They're yelling Tori as I roll past in my stupid pigs outfit.
Imma just ignore 'em.
Logan Rifter, D11M
I don't like being dressed as a berry bush.
I don't like being me either.
Lucky Malone, D11F
These people will help me if I play the cards right.
I do, but did they notice?
Quentin Fake, D12M
I am in a coal miner's uniform.
Poor Amy is in a coal shaped dress.
What a drawing that would be...
Amy Scotts, D12F
I am speechless.
At first due to my flipping dress, then the crowds.
The people.
Even more than before.
Who would have thought it was possible?
A has a closing note.
Hope you enjoyed our long awaited chapter xD.
May be more frequent if you help me speed K up.
Xoxo,
~CandyRue