Flare Lockwood, District One Female

Hands adjusted the armor on her body. It wasn't the most comfortable for Flare but if it would get her sponsors, then she would deal with it.

"Stop messing with it!" Her stylist, Amora cried out, moving to adjust the plate on her chest back to where it had been before.

"Sorry, It's just uncomfortable." She muttered, eyes rolling at the blue skinned woman in front of her.

"Nevermind comfort dear, as long as this starts to get people to notice you. It's not like you have a shining personality that they'll like."

"Ignore her," Grayson spoke from beside her as his stylist finished out his outfit. "Just smile and wave. We're happy to be here after all."

She let out a huff.

Easy for him to say.

Lacie and Colt led them into the chariots where they climbed on. Flare made sure everything was perfect. She would become a fan favorite for sure. She had to. The helmet skewed her vision but if it meant that she would eventually get sponsors, she'd deal with it.

The countdown reached zero and their horses trotted down the street. Lights blinded her for a moment before she regained sense and started to wave and pasted a convincing smile on her face as she looked out to the crowd.

They seemed to love her enough at that moment, that putting this facade on would be worth it. Besides, it was only a matter of days before they would all enter the arena and bloodshed would occur.

She waved to the crowd, as she took it all in.

Flare knew that she had a good shot of coming out alive on her own, but with the help from sponsors, it would only increase her chance.

She would do it.

Evander Soren, District Two Male

Sliding his hand down the front of his gem studded suit. He knew he was a sight to behold, and he found himself feeling confident. He turned his attention to his district partner who looked gorgeous and he knew that the Capitol would love her.

The sleek silver dress contrasted her skin and hair, and just like his suit, gems were embedded in it as well as several more running down her arms. They were definitely a sight to see.

"You look good," He said with a smirk as he leaned against the chariot.

Her eyes rolled briefly and she shook her head. "I still see you're still a flirt, Evander, going to use that as a strategy?" She asked, lips pursing slightly. He let out a laugh.

"Of course I am, I wouldn't be the same if I didn't."

"Of course you wouldn't. Say, once we have a chance, we need to see if we're on the same page with the other Careers for the alliance and who's going to lead it."

"Why? Are you interested?"

"Nah, I'd rather if everything goes to shit with us, it'd be someone else's fault and not mine."

"Fair enough," she grinned as they moved onto the chariots at their mentor's words from behind them.

"Make the crowd love you. Make sure that we don't let the other district outshine us."

"Don't worry Ana, we won't. Evander and I promise." Mrycella spoke with a grin, something underlying her words than the promise in them.

"Don't make me look terrible, you hear me?" She muttered to him as he helped her onto and took his spot next to her.

"Only if you don't do that for me."

They took off, only a few seconds behind One's chariot and they started to show who they were. Evander made sure to keep the smile on his face and waved as much as he could to the crowd. He could hear his name coming from them, along with his partners, and he snuck a grin at her.

They would be alright.

December Vaughn, District Three Female

The outfit wasn't the worst that she could have been put into.

The silver jumpsuit stood out against her skin. Though the sleeves were a bit much, she found herself liking the wires that lit up everytime she moved. Small batteries lined the sleeves of the suit and on her head were a pair of neon glasses without the lenses.

It was a fitting look.

Her young district partner had been into something similar to it and seemed to be tugging at the sleeves and she fought against the urge to smirk at him. Little kid or not, he was still a target for her to take out once the Games started.

It was only fitting, only the strongest survived after all.

She planned on being one of them.

She turned to their mentor, who was standing off with another victor from a past game. December knew that their mentor didn't have any faith in them surviving the arena at all. But she would show them.

First step, make the people of the Capitol notice her.

Then it would all fall into place.

The pair stepped on the chariot as it set out after Two. The cheers for them were not as loud as they had been for the previous Districts but it would be enough. It would have to be. She didn't wave or smile, she kept a stoic look on her face and looked out onto the people of the Capitol.

She caught sight of herself in the reflection and a pleased smirk graced her lips. She looked fierce, like she was strong and capable.

December knew she stood a shot, now it was just time to show them what she was capable of. To show that she was strong, and determined.

It was all she could do for now.

Ikarus Pyxis, District Four Male.

He seemed to be faring better off than his partner, as he fought to conceal the grin as she was led over. Apparently her stylist took her name all too literal. The costume was a gross, sick toned shade of green. The fabric of it looked too stiff for her to be able to move freely in.

Himself, his costume was something that made him feel confident. It was based on the myth that he got his name from. Ikarus, the man who built wings but still flew too close to the sun. The wings strapped to his back were light and easy to move around in and each time he moved, the jewels embedded into the feathers moved to catch the light.

He looked good and it made him feel good too.

Wiping his hands down the leather black pants that had somehow managed to get onto his body.

"You look horrible but hey, maybe you could make it work." He spoke with a smirk. Her lips formed a scowl on her face.

"Fuck off," she said, struggling to get onto the chariot. He let her, but he did help her slightly and took the spot to the right of her.

"Just put a smile on your face and wave to them. You'll get your chance to show them that you're more than that costume."

The cheers increased as they were made visible as they moved out onto the street and he eagerly waved and grinned to the crowd. And it helped to flex his muscles and the wings, letting them remember him for this moment for right now.

Damara Esteridge, District Five female

She glowed.

Literally.

The top part of the dress along with the headpiece were mostly made out of lights that shone a white color. From her arms something akin to silk was wrapped along her arms, the ends trailing down, almost touching the ground. The dress hugged her waist and then tightened into a skirt just above her ankles.

Her stylist really outdid herself that year.

Moving a hand through her hair, she grinned to herself. This was one way to get the Capitol to look at her. Damara accepted the hand of her mentor to help her up onto the chariot, paying her fellow district partner to attention. His outfit seemed weak in comparison to her own.

He would be an easy target.

At least the crowd seemed to like them both, but she heard her name called out more and she smiled the best she could and gave half-hearted waves. Her look was easily the best out of them all, if she had any say in it.

This would be the moment that they would remember most of all from her, this would be the moment where people decide if they liked her or not.

Damara hoped they did. She would need the sponsors later in the Games more than likely.

Delaware Spires, District Six male

The Capitol seemed to like their outfits that year. And Delaware had to admit, they both looked good. He waved as much as he could, grin never letting up. He could see Kassidy doing something similar.

He loved that their stylist made them look like a pair with the costumes. It was something that people wore a hundred of years ago. Kassidy was in what they called a "flapper dress" bead bouncing every time she had moved. But it was still stylish and definitely sparkled underneath the lights shown on them. Checkerboard pattern was placed here and there over the dress, and the same pattern had been used in the headband holding her hair back.

Del was dressed in something similar. A leather jacket that had gems all over it which caught the light and shone different colors each time he waved. His own hat was something close to her headband, completed with the same feathers stuck to the brim of the hat. He looked good and compared to last year's tributes, they didn't look like a complete laughing stock at this Games.

Which was good. He needed to get sponsors on his side. And for Kassidy as well.

Perhaps, if he played his cards right, he would make it out alive. But would he have the strength to do it?

Sylvia Falcon, District Seven female

At least she wasn't a tree.

That always seemed to be District Seven's go-to for outfit, and it was no wonder why they rarely got sponsors at all. But this year was different.

Gone were the trees, at least for her, she couldn't say the same about her partner. He looked like he would rather be anywhere but there at that moment.

But Sylvia found herself absolutely loving her costume. She was dressed as a blooming flower, a rose, which was fitting. Petals framed the body of the dress, the colors went from a blood red at the bottom and faded up into a pale pink at the top of the bodice.

Her stylist was kind enough to allow her to make her own crown out of various flowers that reminded her of home. The Capitol seemed to love it and some threw out flowers in her direction. She made sure to keep the smile on her face, eyes lightening up at the experience of a lifetime.

If this was how her stylist had her for the parade, who knew what would be in store for the interviews.

Hopefully something remarkable, something that would be eye catching and make them love her.

Sterling Nadir, District Eight male

His outfit looked like it was sown together by a two year old.

The mismatched fabrics looked horrible and it didn't help that they were all different types of fabric. Yet, Sterling still kept a smile on his face even though he would love nothing more than to take it off and burn it. His partner wasn't faring any better than him, her dress a similar design as his suit. At least her dress seemed to have similar colors of fabric.

His eyes rolled as he thanked his stylist a last time, helping the girl onto the chariot. Her heels looked like they would snap at any moment.

Seems their stylists wanted them to be in the background.

Sterling shook his head, at least he could make the best out of a bad situation.

His fingers tight end on the front of the chariot as he waved with his right. They seemed to like him okay and maybe that would be enough for him to get at least a couple sponsors. He was ready for this to be over and for training to begin.

Astrid Santos, District Nine female

It was weird how something so small could remind her of her little sister. The simple flower crown stood perfectly on her head. It made her just start to realize that she didn't have to treat her sister like she had been.

The green dress seemed to flow off her and her hands tightened slightly on the basket all but shoved into her waiting hands by her stylist. She looked good, she knew that much. The outfit made them seem like grains like the ones her district grew. It almost made her long for her home.

She would fight her hardest to get back.

The blonde made sure to keep the Capitol interested in her district as they slowly rolled out to the streets, the lights blinding her ever so slightly. Astrid knew their chances of getting decent sponsors were low, they always were each year but she would be damned if she didn't try her hardest to get them. Percy sent her a smile in reassurance as they took in the Capitol.

It was a shame she was here for the Games.

Any other time she would have loved it.

Logan Smalls, District Ten male

It seemed that every year that the tributes from Ten were always some form of cowboy or a type of animal. This year was just the same. But at least their stylist put some effort into them this time around. He fiddled with the brim of the hat that was placed on his hat. At least the colors were nice.

He glared at Chloe when she came close to him. Oh how he couldn't wait to get his hands on her. But for now, he just hoped that the Capitol wasn't bored with the tributes just yet. He wanted them to remember him. Fake prop guns were put into the holster that was strapped around his hips.

The wheels started to move as Chloe took a spot next to him, though she kept a distance from him. Probably a good idea on her behalf. A smirk settled onto his face as they finally got onto the streets and he could hear some appreciation for them, though not as much as they would like.

Time to put on a show and make them want to sponsor him.

Maleae Picket, District Eleven female

Her and her district partner's outfits weren't terrible.

In fact, she rather loved hers.

The crowd at least gave them a moment of their time as they rolled slowly down the street. Her dress was the color of wheat and had some fake pieces of the plant on it and it hugged her figure in a way that was flattering. She even had a cape that fluttered in the movement of their chariot.

Her district partner seemed to like him as well and they looked similar enough. But while his head piece was made of different types of berries, hers was created out of white flowers that she didn't recall the name of.

In their hands they held baskets of fruit that could have only been from their home district and she gratefully tossed what she could to those who she could reach. Maleae felt like she was making something for herself out of the terrible situation that came with being a tribute in the Games.

After all she had to.

It meant her life whether or not she got sponsors and she hoped that this moment would make a few at least think about sponsoring her or her district partner.

They would show them just what the outer districts were capable of.

Orpheus Rashomon, District Twelve male.

A goddamn coal miner.

Of fucking course they were.

At least Bitsy got more covering than he did. All he had was something covering down there and the rest was exposed to the world. They all but threw coal dust on him and even managed to glue some small pieces of it on his body and hair. A golden pickaxe was thrust into his hand, and he couldn't help the sigh that escaped him.

They wouldn't pay any attention to him or his partner. He just knew it.

Each year since the seventy fourth games, they had gone back to being coal miners or even coal itself. That had been an interesting year to watch. But this was just a whole level of pathetic, not even trying from the stylist.

And all he could to keep the people of the Capitol attention on him didn't seem to be work either. They still clapped politely but never once did he hear his name no matter how hard he smiled and made an effort to wave to the crowd of people that already looked like it was thinning.

Hopefully something better was in store for the interview or else he had no chance of getting a single sponsor.

here are the tribute parades! i tried to capture everyone's outfit that appears and i had a blast with this! next up is an two part interlude with the capitol and the gamemakers thoughts on our tributes this year!

as always leave yalls thoughts in the reviews!

nova xx