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Outfit:(view spoiler)
Juliette cautiously walked up to the horses that would be pulling the chariots. She gently stroked each's mane, muttering kind words into the large beasts' ears. They seemed to like her, which was actually quite unusual. One of the Peacekeepers told her to be careful, and ushered her to her chariot.
Walking was awkward in her mermaid skirt. She hated every second of it. Standing was a pain. Juliette felt like everyone's eyes were glued on her breasts. She felt exposed. Juliette didn't like that they changed her hair color from it's normal silvery blue. She was really eye catching, which her stylists told her was important.
Juliette felt that they were saying she wasn't pretty enough to be noticed otherwise. She didn't mind. Not that much.
When the horses started to move, Juliette's hand automatically went to the side of the chariot. When people of the Capitol saw her, they were in awe. A few stared open-mouthed, and then everyone starting cheering. At first, Juliette was confused and thought they were laughing at how ridiculous she looked. They looked just as ridiculous-if not, more so.
Juliette couldn't help it; she cracked a grin. She let go of the side of the chariot, and began waving at the crowd. Which is what she was told to do. The crowd cheered louder, causing Juliette to blush.
When the horse's steady beats of trotting stopped, Juliette leaned forward to avoid falling. And complete embarrassment. She barely heard the president's speech-her heart was racing faster than the trains that brought her to the Capitol.
Outfit: (view spoiler)
Juliette shyly walked on stage, though her head was held high, her shoulders back-her posture was perfect and one of confidence. Caesar smiled at her, introducing her. "And here we have Juliette Roosevelt, from District Seven!" Juliette waved at the crowd, and they clapped and cheered.
Her white dress was startling in the stage lights, her heels showing off her legs. Juliette sat down, and Caesar said, "...
Scarlett Whelan
Seventeen | 17 | XVII
District Two
Chariot Ride
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"What does this have to do with masonry?!" Scarlett seethed at her stylist. The dress itself was okay, but too flashy for something as boring as bricks. "I look like a glowing lightbulb from goodness sakes- and last time I checked, I wasn't from District Five." With that she flipped off his response with a whip of her fishtail braid. At least my hair isn't that bad She stepped into the chariot and couldn't restrain despite her disappointment with her costume from petting one of the coal black horses. It was evening, and her outfit would be seen from miles away, that was about the only thing that she liked about it. She waited impatiently for District One to pass in front of her, and the moment her horses lurched forward, she was blinded by the light. Wow.. She suddenly couldn't restrain from smiling and waving, and blowing kisses. She caught flowers, and even entwined a few in her ginger hair. It was a nice complement, she supposed. But then, as the President began his speech, she turned into a different person entirely. Her smile had vanished, and was now a small smirk, Her eyes were no longer joyous, they were narrowed with more than one hint of danger. And she also stared at the President, completely emotionless until the speech was over. Then, she was her normal sarcastic and arrogant self again.
Interview
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Scarlett's stylist had gone on and on about how much he wished his tribute had been a blonde instead of a redhead. Talk about offensive. Apparently, he's had an orange and red dress ready in the making for the interviews, but Scarlett couldn't wear it because everybody knows never to dress a redhead in red or orange. But this dress that Scarlett wore, was perfect to her. The dress way okay she supposed, although she had been hoping for a short one. The heels gave her three more inches of height that actually weren't needed, but whatever. And luckily, her stylist hadn't made her wear her hair up in some flower decorated updo, just dyed it a dark, spicy red instead and left it down. Finally, after the One male finished, she felt a shove on her back. "Go on now." It was her stylist. "Sure thing, Sargent," she snapped, but put on a sweet smile as she strode out..
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Scarlett Whelan, District Two! That was Caesar Flickerman's voice, obviously. He was smiling straight at her, meaning to be relaxing, but instead she just found it downright creepy. But she knew she had to act out her interview; she had been planning for quite the while, actually. Hello, Caesar! She said, taking a seat, brushing her hair off to the side in one swift movement. Scarlett, you look simply gorgeous tonight, don't you all agree?! The Capitol crowd started screaming their heads off. Typical. This was the point where she should say the same for him. Thanks! Considering his next question, he still wanted to comment on her appearance, Your hair is awfully bright, if you don't mind me saying He says, looping a strand around his finger. It set off her temper, as well. Don't touch my hair! It came off much more harshly than she expected, but she wasn't about to apologize. Caesar flashed her a quirky smile, letting her strands of hair loose, not really deterred. Sorry, love Love, love?! No one ever called her love. Ever. Don't call me that either! She exclaims, using the same harsh tone as before, she got her point through this time though. Her strategy was going entirely off track, but she had a new one in mind now anyways. Anyways, Scarlett, do you have any plans for the games? She smiled devilishly, I'll share one with you, just one. You know that crazy accent the Capitol citizens have? I'll just start taking in that to the tribute facing me in the final battle, distract them, and stab them in the heart! Scarlett laughed slightly after that, and the crowd was dead silent. Suddenly a few people started cheering, seeming not to take offensive about their accents. Then the entire crowd was cheering, some yelling out that they were sure she would be Victor. Hopefully those were the Sponsors. Oh my, that would be quite gruesome.. Caesar says, and she thinks she sees a flicker of worry flash in his eyes. I'm not one of those girly girls from One, I don't care about getting my hands dirty. Caesar laughs, Do explain more on that! Scarlett smirked and opened her small handbag. Whether it's with lead She pulled one out of her bag and made three pencil marks across her right cheek, Or even blood. At this she pulled out of her purse a vial of blood, and made three blood streaks across her left cheek. As long as I'm Victor.The Capitol was mesmerized, and slowly smiles grew on their surgically altered faces. My.. Caesar had no words as he too was amazed, Now, what do you think of the Capitol? She thought for a moment, not sure what to say. But she ended up shrugging. The Capitol's just the Capitol, I guess, I mean it's just a bit busier than Two, and way more ridiculous than all of the districts combined, but otherwise there isn't really anything special about it other than the food. Scarlett knew she was being rather daring with her words, but knew that the interview was almost ending. Oh.. Finally, Scarlett, is there anyone you're trying to win the games for? Scarlett laughed, her eyes narrowed with an evil tint to them, The only person I'm winning for in myself, I hate to disappoint by dying, although, Caesar, I think we both know that's not going to happen.. Caesar nods although Scarlett's confidence scares him in a way, I agree with you on this last part.. But then the buzzer rang, cutting him off. I'm afraid out time's up! The Capitol, I give you Scarlett Whelan, District Two! The crowd erupted then, and Scarlett wished she had earplugs. More and more people that were yelling that she would be Victor, and she felt roses entwine themselves in her hair and make a path to the exit of the interview stage area. She saw jewels dot the floor randomly, and people jump up and down clapping as she left Caesar and the rest behind.
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[Under Construction]Alexander Rivers
Chariot Ride
"This," Alex said, furiously, wanting to wring his stupid stylist's neck, "is a skirt."
The stylist, a young man with wavy blonde locks that hung down to his jawline, let out a laugh. "No, it most definitely is not a skirt. You look stunning, my boy."
"I'm not supposed to look stunning," Alex whined. "I'm meant to look intimidating and...sexy. Not like a mermaid."
"A merman," his stylist correcting, trying hard not to smile. "And believe me, you're a very intimidating merman, my friend."
"I. Look. Like. A. Girl," Alex hissed, getting the message out as clearly as possible. "You think this is going to win me any sponsors?"
He held out his arms to display his outfit. He wore no shirt, making him feel uncomfortably exposed. Sure, it wasn't like it really mattered that much, not when he was back in 4, where he spent ninety percent of his time in the water. But he was going to be on live television.
Then there was the necklace. Some gold symbol, Alex didn't care what it was, but it sure didn't help with the whole manly thing. But even that Alex could bare with.
It was the trousers - or rather, skirt - that Alex couldn't stand. They were normal trousers, at least, until the knee, at that point, they flared out slightly, imitating the tail of a fish of something like that, Alex couldn't really be sure. It certainly didn't look like any fish he'd ever seen. The colour didn't help him look more many, either, the rich, glimmering shade of blue.
"Does Juliette have to do this too?" Alex complained, folding his arms.
"Yes. And, unlike you," his stylist countered, "she didn't seem to mind as much."
"But she's a girl. She can pull off the whole mermaid thing."
His stylist frowned. "We wanted you to match."
Alex folded his arms.
Playing his final, desperate card, Alex's stylist - who was named Archer or something like that, Alex couldn't remember - frowned. "Well, it's either this or fishnets."
That shut Alex up.
***
He cursed his stupid stylist as he walked up to the horses, feeling awkward in his pants-skirt.
"Hey," he smiled, glancing at Juliette. "You look amazing." When she looked like she was going to respond, he glanced away, looking resigned. "Don't bother. I know I look like a five year old girl on Halloween."
Alex had never actually celebrated Halloween, but he'd watched something about it years ago that the Capitol had broadcast, and it seemed fitting enough.
Alex took his place on the chariot, trying to ignore the way his blue trousers shone in the bright lights, his wet hair cooling off his burning forehead. At least Archer had made a few last minute alterations, and the once flowing, almost frilly, trouser legs were now streamlined and elegant, making him look more like a deadly shark than a fishman.
The chariot lurched into motion and Alex nearly toppled over backwards at the sudden movement, his face colouring. There was no way he was going to be the first tribute in televised history to fall off his chariot. No way.
That thought kept Alex going as the stadium erupted into cheers. He was shocked by how many people there were, cheering, yelling, screaming the names of their favoured tributes. Alex was stunned at the number of people that cried his name, the number of roses that were thrown in his direction. Or maybe Juliette's direction, but Alex decided not to think about that. Sure, he wasn't as popular as the Tributes from One or Two, but he had a fair number of supporters. He glanced at Juliette next to him. No, they had a fair number of supporters.
And that's what would keep them alive.
Smiling openly, Alex flashed his gleaming white teeth, catching a flower - a pretty blue one, for a change, not a rose - and held it in the air, kissing it and tossing it back at the crowd. There was a scramble to catch it, and Alex almost laughed.
Maybe getting supporters wasn't going to be so hard, after all. Sponsors might prove more of a problem.
"I look like a clown." Tori says bluntly, looking at her stylist."No you don't." He responds.
She turned back to the mirror, taking in the flashy blue outfit. They had put a cream on her face and a powder over her eyes. She fought the urge to wipe her hands over her face, ruining the makeup that had taken an hour to apply.
"Let's get this over with." She said.
A few minutes later, she walked into the room with her stylist, taking in the horses and other tributes. She laughed slightly at the sight of some of the other costumes, relieved that she wasn't the most ridiculous dressed one there. There was one pair- District 4, she assumed- that was dressed as mermaids. She walked to one of the horses, petting it slowly, distracted.
Finally, her stylist walked to her and told her it was time to get in the chariot. With one last reminder to look like she wanted to be there, she climbed up next to her partner. When the chariot lurched forward, she clutched the side of it, desprate for balance. Falling off wouldn't get her any sponsers. As she ajusted to keep her balance, they rolled out of the building, surrounded by lights and a roaring crowd. She dropped her hands and scowled. These people were cheering for her death. She stared at the chariot in front of them, refusing to acknowledge the crowd. Finally, they stopped. Though she tried- she'll admit that she didn't try very hard- she couldn't force a smile on her face, nor could she force herself the wave to the crowd. Throughout the presidents speech, she stayed focused on the horses mane.
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Tori wore a blue dress that hung losely to her knees. It was only slightly ruffly and had a silver peice of silk wrapped around her waist, held up only by a small, practically invisible, loop attatched to her left hip. It had no sleeves, and had a thin layer of padding, exagerating her almost nonexistent breasts. Her shoes were simple flats that had a small bow on each of them. Her features were outlined in black, making her look stunningly beautiful.
"Ladies and gentleman, I give you Victoria Grey, District 8!" Caesar Flickerman's voice boomed, followed quickly with a cheer from the crowd. Tori walked onto the stage, glaring into the black mass that was the crowd.
She took her seat beside Caesar and said quietly, "My name is Tori, not Victoria."
"Sorry, Tori," He says, smiling at me, "What do you think of the Capitol? Enjoying your stay?"
"Not as much as you seem to be expecting." She responded, flashing a fake smile at him.
He looked confused for a moment, than shook it off, smiling once again. "And why's that?"
"I miss my family. I'm not gonna lie: I wanna go home."
"And I'm sure you will." He says. I scowl again and he quickly moves on. "Do you have any plans for the Arena?"
"Other than to be the last one standing? Nope."
She heard a wave of laughter in the crowd, and she glared at them.
"What of your abilities? How confident are you?" He asks, leaning forward.
"Confident? It would be stuid to be confident, but it's stupid to give up, too. I think I've a pretty good chance of winning, but I've also embraced the possibility of my intimate death."
A silence loomed over the crowd, then they erupted into cheers. She stared at them, forcing herself not to scowl or glare, though she didn't smile either.
Caesar waved for silence, and after a few moments, he had it. "Who are you going to win for?"
"My family. And me." She answered bluntly.
After another round of cheers, Caesar opened his mouth to ask another question, only to be interupted by the buzz of the timer. "Time's up." He said, "Give it up for Tori
Gray, District 8!"
She turned and walked off the stage without looking back.
