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District Four
Chariots:
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Eliana brushed her hair out of her face gingerly, gazing at how her stylists had made her up for the chariot rides. Pearls were woven into her hair, which was left down, but curled slightly, and she had on a simple, flowing dress with a slit on the side she didn’t particularly like. The shoes looked stupid, but it wasn’t really her choice now was it? She sighed and turned away, heading to the chariot queue. She stepped into her chariot, which was a soft blue, decorated with seashells and seaweed. Naturally, it smelled like the sea as well. The horses were both black and visibly strong, with strands of their mane painted blue. Eliana smiled at the sight, and climbed into the chariot next to her district partner. She gave him a small smile before she turned to the rest of the crowds. The chariot lurched forward and Eliana caught herself on the side of the chariot, making sure she stood up straight so that the previous stumble would go unnoticed. She wasn’t one for crowds, but she made sure to wave and smile like her mentor had told her to. She heard several screams of her name and waved to the general area in which it came from, but she really kept to herself a lot. She studied the other tributes during the president’s speech, and was whisked away into her room when their chariot returned to the queue.
Interviews:
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Eliana sat on the steps leading up to the stage, casually listening to the interview before her. When she heard the buzzer sound, she stood up, smoothing her dress and tucking a loose flower back into the complicated work that was her hairstyle. She walked up to the top step, careful not to walk onto the stage, her eyes following the previous tribute to be interviewed as he walked past. She squared her shoulders, thankful she didn’t have to worry about balancing in heels, and walked onto the stage at Caesar’s call. She waved at the audience, forcing herself to smile in addition. She took her place in the symbolic white chair next to Caesar’s, sitting up straight and resting her hands on her knees.
”Hello there Miss Eliana,” Caesar said, officially beginning the interview and quieting the crowd. Eliana tilted her head to the side a bit and curled her lips upwards into a teethless smile.
“Hello Caesar,” she said simply. She decided to “remember her manners” and add a bit, so she wouldn’t leave Caesar empty-handed. “How are you doing this fine evening?” Caesar seemed a bit surprised, but covered it up with a chuckle and plastic smile.
”Well, thank you,” he replied. ”And you?” She figured he felt obligated to return the question, even though it probably pained him to sludge through the pleasantries, especially when he was required to ask certain questions to certain people. At least, Eliana guessed he did, since he asked the same questions every year.
“I’m okay actually,” Eliana replied, exhaling as though she had been holding her breath. She hadn’t, but that was besides the point. “I’m a bit nervous for the Games and all, but, um, I think I’ll be okay in that sense.” Caesar nodded at her response, as though he were acknowledging that it was a thoughtful one, one the audience would probably appreciate.
”Aren’t we all?” Caesar said. Eliana was a bit confused at how the Capitol, other than anyone involved with the execution of the Games (no pun intended), would possibly be worried about the Games, but she had to go with it.
“I suppose so,” Eliana answered, even though the question seemed rhetorical. She really wasn’t concerned with whether or not the question required an answer, and, so far, she had done more interviewing than Caesar.
”Now,” Caesar said. ”Let’s get down to business. How would you rate your chances of winning?” Eliana knew that this would be an important question. She figured that there were three ways to answer. She could answer literally, modestly, or arrogantly. She decided to mix them all into one answer.
“Well,” she said, taking a brief moment to pause and engage the audience a bit more. “In theory, I have 1/24 chance of winning. Being a Career, I would say that I have a slightly better chance, perhaps closer to a 3 or 4/24. If I were to overestimate, well, maybe a 5/24 chance. But slim, if I’m realistic. Although that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try, because chances are chances but they don’t really mean anything.” She hoped that her answer wouldn’t deter sponsors, but instead open them to the fact that she was determined, and that she would scrap and fight and kick and claw to keep her life. Caesar nodded in response.
”We all hope to see you succeed Eliana,” he replied, gently kissing her hand. The buzzer sounded on cue, and Eliana was ushered off the stage, unaffected by the cheers from the crowd.
Dylan Elise Gray
District 1
Chariot Ride:
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Dylan smiled down at her outfit. Honestly, she had freaked when she first saw it. Who wouldn't? The entire full skirt was beautiful peacock feathers, swaying and glistening with each step. They stretched on for feet, the trail of the skirt. Her makeup was amazing, her hair too, touched with gems and the fine soft feather of the peacock. The makeup was uncomfortable, but she knew it would give her an advantage with the crowd. But the shoes. They were a nightmare. They matched the ensemble, and added several inches to her height, which was nice, but they were bold and jeweled and very hard to walk in. According to her stylist, "Ze shoes make you varyyy beeeutiful! Ze are zee most magnific en all of Panem!" She hadn't responded, as she had been making a valiant effort to stay upright. But her decade and some of dancing in uncomfortable shoes had paid off, and she managed to make it to the chariot without breaking something. Sage was not their yet, and she was glad. The creamy white horses had a snow white tail and mane, braided with strands of gold tinsel. Their stirrups and reins with studded with gems, and the white coat brought attention to Dylan and her partner. The carriage was also decorated with jewels, in different hues of blue, pink, purple, red, and green. She lightly stroked her horses, until it started. The Parade began, with District 1 leading it. Cheers erupted as they appeared, and people were screaming her and her partner's names. She gave a small half smile to the crowd, and brushed a stray hair out of her eyes. She waved a bit, and attempted to catch a peony that someone threw, like she was supposed to. She missed, of course, and laughed in what she hoped was a winning fashion. The crows cheered harder. She observed the other tributes during the president's speech through the large broadcast screen, and than it was done.
Interview:
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Dyl half smiled down at her outfit. Her stylist had clung onto her love of dance like a desperate bur, and had dressed her up and a beautiful ballet dress-- with a full tulle skirt, the traditional light pink color. He had also french braided her hair into a ballerina bun, and secured it with a large bow. Originally, he had given her the real deal shoes-- brand new, not broken in, uncomfortable, and blister causing. They weren't worn and comfy like her ones at home. They laced up with pink silk to her thighs, and had cut off all circulation. So she had ripped them off and chucked them at the wall. And pulled on some comfortable white converse shoes. They didn't match, not at all, but added a sort of quirky bit to the outfit. And her stylist let her. After a minor heart palpitation, that is. He replaced the laces with the pink silk ribbons of ballet shoes, and deemed it acceptable.
She tightened her ribbons and bow, and straightened the tulle. Her name was called, and she smiled brightly, and made her way onto the stage.
Interview brought to you by The Capitol! Your host, Caesar Flickerman!
Camera pans on Dylan Elise Gray, known in the Capitol as Elise for her dance, and now as the female tribute of District 1 for the Hunger Games.
Caesar: "Hello, Miss Gray! Delighted to see you back!"
Dylan smiles slightly, and gives a small half wave to the crowd. "Pleasure," she lies. "Different circumstances, now, though." She gives a shrug and sad-smile to the crowd, and they eat it up.
Caesar: "Ah, yes, but we know you will do beautifully." He smiles, and then turns to her outfit. "Speaking of which, what an enthralling outfit! You are widely recognized for dance in the Capitol, of course."
Dylan half smiles, and brushed a soft loose bit of hair out of her face. "Yes, I love the outfit. It feels like home, like dance." She was lying. Home felt like an open wound. But they didn't need to know that.
Caesar: "Beautiful, really. Your chariot costume was absolutely amazing as well!"
Dylan laughs. "I thought so too. After I got over the direct threat of a ten feet long skirt and foot-tall high heels." The crowd laughs.
Caesar: "So anything you want to say to someone special at home?" He seems to be referring to a significant other, but Dylan replies differently.
"Yes, my baby sister Clara, love you sweetie. Sorry, I meant little sister." She blew a kiss to the camera, and said to Caesar, "She doesn't think that "baby" suits a 5 year old." The crowd was "aw"ing, and laughing, and Dylan bit her lip and smiled.
Caesar: "Well, we all say hello to Clara!" A chorus of "Clara"s and "Hello"s echo from the audience. He quiets, and then asks, "And, you have a brother in these Games? We were all touched when he volunteered, tell us about that?"
Dylan forces herself to not fidget. "A twin, actually. Arch. Er, Sage. I... I was surprised," she says carefully. "We hadn't seen each other in a while..." Her voice is just a low whisper. Caesar seems to sense her hesitancy, and helps her out.
Caesar: "Well, who could have anticipated it, really? Touching..." He gives her a sad smile, and changes the subject. "And I must ask you one last thing, may you dance for us? I can't help but ask, your wonderful outfit is just asking for it!"
Dylan tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and nods. She anticipated this. "Hopefully I'll be able to in these shoes." She shows the audience her shoes, and they laugh. She gracefully makes her way out of her seat, and to the center stage, and begins a dance. The Capitol plays a classic ballet piece, and she dances in her shoes, on pointe in the white Converse. She cuts it short after a rest in the music, and bows. As if on queue, the buzzer sounds. The audience , who has been dead silent till now bursts into loud applause, yelling her name and throwing roses (which, again, she misses, and laughs).
"Thank you," she says quietly to Caesar, and he hands her the rose that she didn't catch. She takes it, smiles to the crowd, and exits the stage.
District 1
Chariot Ride:
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Dylan smiled down at her outfit. Honestly, she had freaked when she first saw it. Who wouldn't? The entire full skirt was beautiful peacock feathers, swaying and glistening with each step. They stretched on for feet, the trail of the skirt. Her makeup was amazing, her hair too, touched with gems and the fine soft feather of the peacock. The makeup was uncomfortable, but she knew it would give her an advantage with the crowd. But the shoes. They were a nightmare. They matched the ensemble, and added several inches to her height, which was nice, but they were bold and jeweled and very hard to walk in. According to her stylist, "Ze shoes make you varyyy beeeutiful! Ze are zee most magnific en all of Panem!" She hadn't responded, as she had been making a valiant effort to stay upright. But her decade and some of dancing in uncomfortable shoes had paid off, and she managed to make it to the chariot without breaking something. Sage was not their yet, and she was glad. The creamy white horses had a snow white tail and mane, braided with strands of gold tinsel. Their stirrups and reins with studded with gems, and the white coat brought attention to Dylan and her partner. The carriage was also decorated with jewels, in different hues of blue, pink, purple, red, and green. She lightly stroked her horses, until it started. The Parade began, with District 1 leading it. Cheers erupted as they appeared, and people were screaming her and her partner's names. She gave a small half smile to the crowd, and brushed a stray hair out of her eyes. She waved a bit, and attempted to catch a peony that someone threw, like she was supposed to. She missed, of course, and laughed in what she hoped was a winning fashion. The crows cheered harder. She observed the other tributes during the president's speech through the large broadcast screen, and than it was done.
Interview:
(view spoiler)
Dyl half smiled down at her outfit. Her stylist had clung onto her love of dance like a desperate bur, and had dressed her up and a beautiful ballet dress-- with a full tulle skirt, the traditional light pink color. He had also french braided her hair into a ballerina bun, and secured it with a large bow. Originally, he had given her the real deal shoes-- brand new, not broken in, uncomfortable, and blister causing. They weren't worn and comfy like her ones at home. They laced up with pink silk to her thighs, and had cut off all circulation. So she had ripped them off and chucked them at the wall. And pulled on some comfortable white converse shoes. They didn't match, not at all, but added a sort of quirky bit to the outfit. And her stylist let her. After a minor heart palpitation, that is. He replaced the laces with the pink silk ribbons of ballet shoes, and deemed it acceptable.
She tightened her ribbons and bow, and straightened the tulle. Her name was called, and she smiled brightly, and made her way onto the stage.
Interview brought to you by The Capitol! Your host, Caesar Flickerman!
Camera pans on Dylan Elise Gray, known in the Capitol as Elise for her dance, and now as the female tribute of District 1 for the Hunger Games.
Caesar: "Hello, Miss Gray! Delighted to see you back!"
Dylan smiles slightly, and gives a small half wave to the crowd. "Pleasure," she lies. "Different circumstances, now, though." She gives a shrug and sad-smile to the crowd, and they eat it up.
Caesar: "Ah, yes, but we know you will do beautifully." He smiles, and then turns to her outfit. "Speaking of which, what an enthralling outfit! You are widely recognized for dance in the Capitol, of course."
Dylan half smiles, and brushed a soft loose bit of hair out of her face. "Yes, I love the outfit. It feels like home, like dance." She was lying. Home felt like an open wound. But they didn't need to know that.
Caesar: "Beautiful, really. Your chariot costume was absolutely amazing as well!"
Dylan laughs. "I thought so too. After I got over the direct threat of a ten feet long skirt and foot-tall high heels." The crowd laughs.
Caesar: "So anything you want to say to someone special at home?" He seems to be referring to a significant other, but Dylan replies differently.
"Yes, my baby sister Clara, love you sweetie. Sorry, I meant little sister." She blew a kiss to the camera, and said to Caesar, "She doesn't think that "baby" suits a 5 year old." The crowd was "aw"ing, and laughing, and Dylan bit her lip and smiled.
Caesar: "Well, we all say hello to Clara!" A chorus of "Clara"s and "Hello"s echo from the audience. He quiets, and then asks, "And, you have a brother in these Games? We were all touched when he volunteered, tell us about that?"
Dylan forces herself to not fidget. "A twin, actually. Arch. Er, Sage. I... I was surprised," she says carefully. "We hadn't seen each other in a while..." Her voice is just a low whisper. Caesar seems to sense her hesitancy, and helps her out.
Caesar: "Well, who could have anticipated it, really? Touching..." He gives her a sad smile, and changes the subject. "And I must ask you one last thing, may you dance for us? I can't help but ask, your wonderful outfit is just asking for it!"
Dylan tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, and nods. She anticipated this. "Hopefully I'll be able to in these shoes." She shows the audience her shoes, and they laugh. She gracefully makes her way out of her seat, and to the center stage, and begins a dance. The Capitol plays a classic ballet piece, and she dances in her shoes, on pointe in the white Converse. She cuts it short after a rest in the music, and bows. As if on queue, the buzzer sounds. The audience , who has been dead silent till now bursts into loud applause, yelling her name and throwing roses (which, again, she misses, and laughs).
"Thank you," she says quietly to Caesar, and he hands her the rose that she didn't catch. She takes it, smiles to the crowd, and exits the stage.
Tempest DonaldDistrict Seven
Chariot:
Costume:
Grumbling Est was pushed towards her chariot by her stylist. "Don't touch me," She hissed towards the orange coloured hair, blue eye shadowed, dark purple lip sticked man whom she had to call her stylist, but he went by as Jem. He didn't step back or recoil, much to her annoyance and actually took a step forward, trying to look menacing but failing in his frilly getup. "You, young lady, are going to be thankful someday for the clothes I make you." He said, standing proudly, jutting out his chin in defiance. Est narrowed her eyes, curled back her lips to sneer as she spoke, her voice a low growl from her anger. "Yeah, because one day I'll look back on this and say 'Thanks, Jem, for dressing me up to be slaughtered'-Oh, wait, I'll be dead!" And with that she spun around, her bright green dress billowing out behind her as she stormed off to anywhere that was far enough away for her from all the tributes and her stylist. She stood in a corner near the back, close to the District 12 chariot. She could feel herself radiating heat, her breaths short and forced as she tried to calm herself down. Trying to distract herself, she looked down at her outfit. Unfortunately for her, she actually liked it. Lucky for her, her skin colour matched the colour of the parts of her dress that were supposed to be bark, so she actually looked a lot like a tree. The only thing she didn't like was that her stomach was being shown and most of her skin did not have fabric covering it.
"Teeemmppp-eeesssttt!!" She heard Jem called in his singsong voice. She groaned as she heard him coming closer and closer. "Ah, there you are! They need you on the chariot now, your district partner is waiting!" Est rolled her eyes dramatically. "C'mon on," He moved to grabbed her wrist but she snatched it away. "I can walk just fine by myself." She barked, her voice like a cold winter wind, sharp and a sting when coming in contact with. She swished her way past Jem and hopped onto her chariot, giving her District partner a curt nod and then settling her eyes forward. The chariot lurched forward, Est had not heard the announcement so she was surprised by the sudden movement. She quickly regained her balance as they were finally making it to the opening of the tunnel. She could hear the cheers vibrating her ribs as the thunderous crowd continued to cheer for mostly the higher Districts. She knew that in order to get Sponsors she had to be memorable, and Jem had told her to smiiile! But she knew that she couldn't be another one of those tributes who smiled and was forgotten in seconds. She wanted to be the memorable tribute from Seven, the one who had not smiled during the Chariot Rides, the girl who had not acknowledged the crowd, the girl who meant business and was there to win. And she did just that. She stared straight ahead and her mouth was straight line, almost a frown, her eyes cold as ice. And soon enough she could hear some people call out to one another, "Who's that? She looks scary!" And then her face was occupying some screens, some people pointing, fascinated by the tall, brutal looking girl from Seven.
Interview:
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The audience had begun to get bored as the Districts began to get higher in number. The Careers had all gone so there really was no more cheering, well not as much anyway. Est stood back stage with Jem. He had done an amazing job with the outfit concept. He made Tempest look like a Goddess, an intimidating Greek Goddess whom looked like she lived up to her name. She absolutely loved it. It gave her an edge because most of the other tributes had just dressed up but she had a theme, and a good one at that.
"Now folks, we're about to see the girl you've all been dying to see since the Chariot Rides. The one who didn't smile once, the one who looked so brutal she could almost pass for a Career, let's give a warm welcome to.. District Seven's Temm-pest Donald!" He cried to the crowd who roared with hoots and yells, clapping loudly but not as loudly as they have with the Careers.
Tempest walked out, her head held high, her dress billowing out behind her, her awesome heels on display as well as her gold sparkled hair tied tightly into swirls and braids. Just like before, she did not smile nor did she wave. She walked straight to her seat and sat down, "Hello, Ceasar." She said, almost ignoring the crowd. Some screamed louder to try and get her attention. But she did not budge.
"Tempest, why, you don't even seem to be shaken by the crowd at all." Ceasar cried, laughing.
Est looked out at the crowd and waved, her face stone hard. She looked like a true Goddess, emotionless but acknowledged her people. She turned back to Ceasar, shrugging, having no response for him.
"But let me say this, Tempest your outfit is ah-mazing!" He exclaimed, "Isn't it folks? She's a true Goddess!" The crowd cheered in agreement. A smile threatened to twitch Est's lips upward but she held firm, "Thank you!" She called out to everyone. "I feel almost as beautiful as you all look tonight!"
"Ohh, Ceasar chuckled. "A charmer, aren't you?" He asked. Est nodded. "But let's speak seriously for a moment." The crowd got quiet. "Tempest, how do you think you stand with all the other tributes?" Est thought for a moment, "I believe I stand with some of the the higher contenders." She said, simply. "How so?" Ess folded her her hands in her lap, "I am quite strong from years in the lumber yards, I'm smarter than I let on and I can read people extremely well."
"Well, those are good reasons," Ceasar said, the crowd murmuring in agreement. And weapon wise, what is your favourite?" Immediately Tempest spoke, "An axe." She said, looking out at the crowd. "They are swift, deadly and strong, and that's why I like them." "Well, it seems you are quite set to win these Games, aren't you?".
Est almost hesitated but didn't. She was afraid to be cocky and then not impress later on, making her loose sponsors but.. "I believe I can win. But I know that there are strong tributes out there but I think I can outwit and outlast them." Ceasar nodded, "Now, Tempest, we know a lot about your thoughts on the Games, but I must ask, why Tempest? It's such a wonderfully unique name, is there a reason your parents chose it?"
At this Tempest burst out with laughter, her face beaming like the sun. It came to a surprise to many that such a stern girl could laugh or even smile and when she did, the room lit up. "Yeah, there's a reason." She said, pausing for a moment. "My mother wanted me to be a force to be reckoned with. She knew that any daughter of hers would be a feisty little bugger so, she named me Tempest, which means 'A volatile storm'." The crowd laughed as Ceaser did. "Well, do you live up to your name?"
Tempest's smile had already melted away and as she looked out at the crowd, she nodded, "I do but not as evidently as you would think but I'm a spark just waiting to be lit and to all the tributes: A force to be reckoned with." And with that the buzzer sounded and the crowd stood on their feet to cheer for Tempest, the Goddess. She stood, this time beaming as she left, waving, blowing kisses. She strode off stage, getting a slap on the back from Jem and when she left the bright rays of sunlight that seemed to radiate from her left with her as well.
spring girard » district nine
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⇲ ( outfit )
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Spring wasn't used to being around horses. They had them in Nine- loads- but she had only ever been on one two or three times. She just wasn't an animal person. Timidly walking up to her grain colored mares, she ignored her district partner and mentor who was yelling instructions at her. As District One started moving, Spring finally heeded a command and stepped into the Chariot. She stood as far away as possible from her partner- she wanted to stand out and show herself as recklessly independent.
Soon, too soon, the district Nine chariot lurched forwards. The horses whinnied and Spring decided she would try to enjoy the experience. She put a bright smile on, a mask over her uncomfortableness. She waved, almost fell out of the chariot, and would swivel around once in a while to wave at the other side. She sidestepped around her district partner, outshining him, making the crowd believe that she could beat him into pulp. Somehow, at the end, Spring was almost sad it was over.
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(view spoiler)❝ my dear, for you we need something unique. something that no other stylist has made. something that will expose your beauty ❞
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you District Nine's female tribute... Spring Girard!" Spring hadn't thought of a way to act, and so her strategy was lash minute. She couldn't exactly whip her hair, it was a bit too short, so instead she tipped up her heat and waved. Walking with one foot in front of the other. "Caesar! I thought that you could give me a bit of a better introduction than that!" I'm quite disappointed in you. The girl from Nine deserves a better opening. Spring wasn't being mock serious. She was being seriously serious, and the crowd seemed to get that. Caesar blushed. And the crowd just clapped and hooted all the louder. "Oh! Um.. yes, yes, of course, how could I have been so stupid?" Caesar said, trying to laugh it off. "How about a nickname, does that suit you?" He added. "Nevermind. I think I'm good." A reply from Spring. "Yes Ma'am." Caesar said in response. Spring could tell he was trying to make her comfortable, but she just couldn't seem to settle.
"Being from Nine, I assume that you have no weapons experience, so what strategy do you have?" "First of all, my strategy is for me to know and for you to find out. Secondly, I have excellent aim and stealth, so do not deduct points from me in the skills department at all." Spring replied haughtily. She couldn't afford to be herself tonight. I think I need more tributes like you." Caesar joked, and the audience kept on laughing, cheering, and throwing flowers. Next question: Are you thinking of having allies?" Spring knew that answer immediately. "No way. I'm a lone wolf girl. Not a leader or a follower, and I don't want to have someone trailing me around the entire arena only to kill me later." "Smart answer... smart girl... don't you all agree?"
The crowd continued their uproar.
"I'm afraid our time is about to be cut short, so one more question. If you were to die, what would your final wish be?" What an odd question, and an uncommon one too, Spring observed. "My final wish would be for everyone to know that..." She couldn't say it aloud it hurt too much. ...for everyone to know how much I loved this country, and how much I wished for my grain to spread all over." At this the crowd leapt to their feet, and the applause was deafening. "I promise that will happen, Spring dear." While they were distracted, Spring whispered into Caesar's ear: "I lied. My greatest wish would be for everyone to know that I killed my father. Don't tell until I die." And Caesar promised to do so. Looking back, she knew everyone would wonder what she had whispered, and she could only hope Caesar wouldn't tell before hand.
"Panem, I give you Spriiiiiiiing Girard, District Niiiiiiiiiine!" And the girl from Nine walked off. Her smile and swift eyes hiding her many secrets.
Kandy Ember Rosiér
District 3
Chariot Ride:
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Kandy looked at her reflection in disgust. Neon green tights? With a circuit board on it?And the hideous wires?
No. Way. She looked like a bowl of colorful noodles.The design itself for the female portion wasn't terrible- a flatter draped design on top, flowy back skirt of wireand curly bundles. It could be worse. It was mostly the tacky color scheme that did it for her. She played with the colored bits of material that had been woven in to her hair. It was actually fairly pretty. She looked beautiful, the dress style was nice, but the clashing of colors made her cringe. And wires? Really? She supposed that was what everyone thought of District 3, but she worked at a film editing studio, and knew little about the wires. She flipped off her stylist when she saw him, and his team dissolved in fits of giggles.
Kandy made her way to their chariot. The horses were a sharp, steel gray, with colored wire braided in their hair. She sat resolutely, withh her arms crossed and a stoic expression on her face until the parade started. She was flipping her hair, blowing kisses, and waving. She was in her element.
Interview:
Outfit:
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Kandy smoothed her flapper dress, and fluffed her hair. It was down and pin curled, encircled by a vintage looking headband. Her lips were full and red, and her lashed thick and dark. She looked perfect. Her stylist had taken a bit of time to convince, but eventually he dropped his idea of dressing her up as a television, and used the vintage actress suggestion. She smirked at her competitors, and took the stage when they called her name, winking and waving to the audience.
Interview brought to you by The Capitol! Your host, Caesar Flickerman!
Camera zooms in on Kandy Ember Rosier, the female tribute from District 3. Taken notice of by the audience for her shine in the parade, audiences are looking forward to viewing the interview of this firecracker!
Caesar: "Welcome, Miss Rosier. Pleasure to have you here tonight."
Kandy tosses her head slightly, her beautiful thick hair flying behind her. "The pleasure is mine, hon." The audience laughs at her addressing Caesar this way, and Caesar gives them a "can you believe this girl" look, that brings down the house. After a moment, the audience quiets, and Caesar continues.
Caesar: "Well, no one can deny that you look absolutely stunning!"
Kandy says, "Don't I? Just kidding, but really, the outfit is completely gorgeous! Don't you think?" She asked the last part to the audience, who cheered and catcalled and encouraged her. She batted her thick eyelashes at them, and turned back to Caesar.
Caesar: "So, Kandy. What a nice name. But according to the real files, you were born 'Kate'. Tell us about that!"
Kandy laughs charmingly. "Interesting story. So I was indeed born 'Kate', but I simply think it didn't fit this," she indicates to her face and body, and the audience laughs. "So Mom started calling my 'Candy' because of my 'sweet personality'...?" She let the sarcasm drip from her words, and gave the audience a 'what the heck was she thinking?' look. "Puh-lease. But it stuck, I suppose. So thus 'Kandy' was born." She pretends to be irritated with Caesar. "Why do you need to know, anyways? I don't go around asking for your name, do I? Huh?" She gives him and the audience a half laugh to show she is kidding. Caesar begins to ask another question (after pretending to be insulted), when a guy in the audience yells, "I LOVE YOU KANDY!" and the Capital citizens laugh and cheer in agreement. Kandy winks in the general area, and mouths "Call me", and the audience roars with applause and laughter. A bit more seriously, Kandy molds her face into something that hopefully looks appreciative and grateful and genuine, and says, "But really, in all seriousness, I love you guys too! You are the people who give me motivation, and please support me!" She throws as much sappiness as she can in, and the audience eats it up, chanting her name. Her buzzer rings, and she stands up. Caesar bids her good luck, and she sashays off the stage, blowing kisses.
District 3
Chariot Ride:
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Kandy looked at her reflection in disgust. Neon green tights? With a circuit board on it?And the hideous wires?
No. Way. She looked like a bowl of colorful noodles.The design itself for the female portion wasn't terrible- a flatter draped design on top, flowy back skirt of wireand curly bundles. It could be worse. It was mostly the tacky color scheme that did it for her. She played with the colored bits of material that had been woven in to her hair. It was actually fairly pretty. She looked beautiful, the dress style was nice, but the clashing of colors made her cringe. And wires? Really? She supposed that was what everyone thought of District 3, but she worked at a film editing studio, and knew little about the wires. She flipped off her stylist when she saw him, and his team dissolved in fits of giggles.
Kandy made her way to their chariot. The horses were a sharp, steel gray, with colored wire braided in their hair. She sat resolutely, withh her arms crossed and a stoic expression on her face until the parade started. She was flipping her hair, blowing kisses, and waving. She was in her element.
Interview:
Outfit:
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Kandy smoothed her flapper dress, and fluffed her hair. It was down and pin curled, encircled by a vintage looking headband. Her lips were full and red, and her lashed thick and dark. She looked perfect. Her stylist had taken a bit of time to convince, but eventually he dropped his idea of dressing her up as a television, and used the vintage actress suggestion. She smirked at her competitors, and took the stage when they called her name, winking and waving to the audience.
Interview brought to you by The Capitol! Your host, Caesar Flickerman!
Camera zooms in on Kandy Ember Rosier, the female tribute from District 3. Taken notice of by the audience for her shine in the parade, audiences are looking forward to viewing the interview of this firecracker!
Caesar: "Welcome, Miss Rosier. Pleasure to have you here tonight."
Kandy tosses her head slightly, her beautiful thick hair flying behind her. "The pleasure is mine, hon." The audience laughs at her addressing Caesar this way, and Caesar gives them a "can you believe this girl" look, that brings down the house. After a moment, the audience quiets, and Caesar continues.
Caesar: "Well, no one can deny that you look absolutely stunning!"
Kandy says, "Don't I? Just kidding, but really, the outfit is completely gorgeous! Don't you think?" She asked the last part to the audience, who cheered and catcalled and encouraged her. She batted her thick eyelashes at them, and turned back to Caesar.
Caesar: "So, Kandy. What a nice name. But according to the real files, you were born 'Kate'. Tell us about that!"
Kandy laughs charmingly. "Interesting story. So I was indeed born 'Kate', but I simply think it didn't fit this," she indicates to her face and body, and the audience laughs. "So Mom started calling my 'Candy' because of my 'sweet personality'...?" She let the sarcasm drip from her words, and gave the audience a 'what the heck was she thinking?' look. "Puh-lease. But it stuck, I suppose. So thus 'Kandy' was born." She pretends to be irritated with Caesar. "Why do you need to know, anyways? I don't go around asking for your name, do I? Huh?" She gives him and the audience a half laugh to show she is kidding. Caesar begins to ask another question (after pretending to be insulted), when a guy in the audience yells, "I LOVE YOU KANDY!" and the Capital citizens laugh and cheer in agreement. Kandy winks in the general area, and mouths "Call me", and the audience roars with applause and laughter. A bit more seriously, Kandy molds her face into something that hopefully looks appreciative and grateful and genuine, and says, "But really, in all seriousness, I love you guys too! You are the people who give me motivation, and please support me!" She throws as much sappiness as she can in, and the audience eats it up, chanting her name. Her buzzer rings, and she stands up. Caesar bids her good luck, and she sashays off the stage, blowing kisses.
Bolton SkodaDistrict Three
Chariot Ride:
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Bolton looked down at his outfit, he could feel his stylist's eyes on him, watching for his reaction. Like he truly meant it, Bolt burst into a smile, "Oh, this is awesome!" He exclaimed, looking at his stylist, his eyes sparkling a bright green. "This is perfect, it represents my District perfectly!" He exclaimed, his hands running over the many pieces of fabric that were made to look like wires and circuits. He beamed towards his stylist, "Thanks so much." Immediately his stylist's crew came over, giggling and gushing. Most were girls, and they had taken a particular liking to Bolton. He spoke with them, his voice chipper. "Ladies-Gentlemen-" He said, making sure not to leave out the two male stylists on his team. "I must go and get to my chariot, I am one of the first to be out. I'll see you all after." And soon he was gone, but not before winking at the girls, who waited until his back was turned to swoon over him. A smirk quirked up his lips as he stepped onto his chariot. It was ordained with the same type of theme as his outfit, flashing lights and the like. He knew it was good to have something eye catching but in all honesty, his outfit could have been better. What? Did the Capitol think all they did in Three was connect wires together? Bolt huffed at the thought, but no before masking it as a cough. He greeted his District partner politely and waited for launch.
Soon enough they were being pulled out of the tunnel, and Bolt did what he did best. He molded to the atmosphere, to his situation. He exploded with smiles and laughter, waving, catching kisses and roses, calling to young Capital girls, all of them seemed to clutch their chests as if he had stolen their hearts. It all passed by in a blur, and sure enough Bolt was already back in the hands of his stylists, being carted off again to be fitted and wrapped perfectly, like the Capitol present that he was.
Interview:
Outfit:
"And now ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to announce our next tribute... Bolton Skoda, from Distrrrrict Three!"
The crowd clapped considerably, but Three wasn't a Career District, but Bolt would see to that.. He walked onto stage in his pure white suit, his hair slicked back elegantly, a devilish smile on his face. His eyes swept over the crowd, waving as he did so. He took a seat next to Ceasar, crossing one leg over the other to let it rest in a sort of triangle shaped form. He seemed as comfortable as ever. "Hello, everyone! My, Ceasar, I do wish I lived in the Capitol, the ladies here are so beautiful! I may just have to win just to come back here and pick myself a fine one." He said, his eyes flickering from Ceasar to the audience. Some girls cried out, calling his name.
"Bolton!" Ceasar cried, "How nice to see you! You're one handsome young man, I would see there no problem with you finding yourself a wonderful woman."
Bolt laughed, a husky, deep chuckle that seemed to rumble over the audience like thunder. "Why thank you, Ceasar. You don't look too shabby yourself." He looked at the host, "I, uh, especially like the-" He made a movement with his hands as if slicking back his hair again. "Hair, the colour is my favourite." The audience laughed, as Ceaser exaggerated as he tried to look up at his hair.
"You do, do you?" He asked, chuckling.
Bolt nodded.
"Now, before we run out of time, let's begin with the questions." Ceasar said, looking out at the audience who all shushed themselves, trying to obtain silence. "What do you think about your chances in these Games?"
Bolt sat straighter in his chair, "My chances are good. I know my way around with weapons, I'm smart and I think I can take on these tributes."
Ceasar nodded, “And your skills?”
Bolt smirked, his eyes shifting over to a group of women, who swooned at their brief eye contact. “I wouldn't want to give too much away for fear of my competitors finding out and using this against me but I’ll let you all know a little. I know how to handle myself and I know more than I let on. After all.. I do come from Three.” The crowd listened intently. “But I’m also stronger than I look and I know how to get what I want.”
“BOLTON SKODA, EVERYONE!”
Cheers erupted from the crowd, mostly girls. And he stood gracefully, shook Ceasar’s hand and began walking off stage but not before bending down to shake a few hands of some girls in the front. He gently took each of their hands and kissed their knuckles, winking at them as he stood and strode off stage, his white suit glistening under the artificial lights.
tessa richardson :: district six :: chariot
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The outfit was okay. Tessa wasn't a fan of having her hair worn to the side or down so the first chance she got she did a side braid. Then she darted into the chariot early so that when her stylist did notice it would be a bit too late to change it without making a scene. Tessa didn't know if she wanted to blend in or stick out. District Five started moving. Hold up- when did District Five go? She simply hadn't realized that things around her had been moving. Maybe distracted would be her thing. Tessa quickly engaged herself in conversation with her district partner. For the first five minutes she was out there the two chatted. Then Tessa decided to turn rebellious, just to show the Capitol people how unpredictable she could be. All of a sudden she spun around and started waving, blowing kisses. And when the president started his speech, she turned deadly. She stared at everyone in the crowd. Meeting as many eyes as possible. She wanted everyone to know the girl from Six wasn't vulnerable.
tessa richardson :: district six :: interview
outfit
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Tessa didn't like her dress. At first. After she had seen what some of the other tribute's dresses had looked like- sleeveless and short, so exposing- she loved hers. It was silver, representing transportation but wasn't covered in sequins. The swirls were at a minimum, wrapping elegantly around the sides and it wasn't strapless either. And the crystals... heavenly. The entire wait time, Tessa had been absorbed in her dress. When she was finally on stage, she couldn't help but look up and admire the way the crystals cast shapes and shadows onto the ceiling. She sat down, and she assumed he had already announced her.
"Tessa... what a phenomenal outfit! I know you must agree based on the way you studied it so intently with the beaming, bright smile on your face!" The crowd murmured and clapped their agreement. "It wasn't that obvious, was it?" She responded, letting a faint blush come onto her cheeks. "My dear, you've saved me a question as it's quite obvious you're going to try to win by charming everyone." Tessa just gave a timid one shoulder shrug with her typical bright ball of energy smile on her face. "Why not? It's not too hard at all."
"Now, I understand you come from a large family, six sisters if I'm correct. And all of your older ones even survive the reaping. You are very lucky. And speaking of luck, what do you think your chances are?" A wave of nostalgia washed over her for a moment at a mention of her family but she didn't let it show. "I think I have better chances than many think. I'm small, fast, and know how to talk to people. My threats aren't normally empty, either."
Caesar laughed, I'm sure you'll live true to your words. You've actually been to the Capitol once, so were you surprised at all when arriving?" Tessa could barely even remember the time her father had taken her to the Capitol for a business trip. "Unfortunately, all I can remember are bright lights, gorgeous clothes, and delicious food. But I'll make sure that none of those will distract me."
"Excellent, excellent... I'm afraid we've run out of time. Ladies and gentlemen of the Capitol, I give you Tessa Richardson District Siiiiiiiiiix!"
Chariots:
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What the hell was she wearing? Theta tugged at the spandex suit underneath the heavy shoulderpads, attempting to at least move around in the capitol costume. "This thing is trying to crawl up my butt." she grumbled, attempting to unwedge and pull the suit downward from the bottom. "It's to small." The others, mostly the designer, insisted she would get use to it, but Theta thought otherwise. For the past hour, it had been digging and digging. At least she didn't have it as bad as Sam, who to wore spandax.
Before the chariot ride, Theta had knudged Sam with her elbow. "Don't worry." She had said jokingly. "You can destroy it to your hearts desire afterwards."
Time seemed to pass by while waiting for the parade to start. She had looked at the other tributes and mentally made up situations were there costumes ate them. One girl, from seven, was in a tree. To her, it was to- well- open. Seriously, the capital needed to put some sort of sensors on the costumes. Another girl, looked really nice in a seashell dress, which she presumed she was from four. But she nearly boasted into laughter to her district partner, who'd probably be publically humiliated. A seashell and wraps covering his junk. That was hilarious.
Then, almost as if everything else had gone by, the grand doors had opened and the parade had began. Since district 12's chariot was the last to go out, normally sponsors didn't pay attention. But no, Theta had thought of something to get people's attention. Before they'd gone out, Theta had climbed up onto the rim of the chariot, and stood on where most would have put there hands. The chariot had then moved with ease, and Theta was held on the chariot like a pedestal. She then began to yell, hoot, and hollar, most certainly getting a large amount of cheering. She didn't think about Sam, or the games, or probably the crazy people in the crowd. Being the center of attention was something she'd never had in her life. And she was very happy for that.
When the chariot ride wrapped up, Theta had exited the chariot from the side, her legs swinging over the rim with ease. She had indeed received angry looks, which Theta responded with a smirk and a wink.
Things were gonna' change.
Drastically.
Interview:
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Kayleigh Southport, District 2Chariot Ride
Outfit:
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Chariot and Horses:
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Kayleigh forced herself to smile as she looked down at the outfit she was wearing. The colours were so vibrantly dull and really reflected the fact that she was a miserable person. Yet she had a blue ring on her finger which she thought added to it, and apart from the diamonds on the dress, she hated it all. Oh well, she thought, as she took a look around the other costumes. District Twelve had it good; rocks were stuck to their legs and it looked like Theta was having fun trying to pull the outfit down a bit. Rolling her eyes, Kayleigh stood in the chariot, taking in the whole place. Before long, District One had disappeared down the slope and their stylists were hastily adjusting anything they needed to. Kayleigh swatted them off and set her face in a fierce position, ignoring anything Ernest said. Their Stallion horses set off, their hooves clip-clopping on the hard floor. Kayleigh's hair blew out behind her and she looked straight ahead, narrowing her eyes slightly. All of the Capitol cheered for her and she didn't care. They threw roses - one landed on her head - and she just shook it off. Even though she liked the attention, she aimed to be as harsh as she could, so that when it came to the interview, people would realize she had two sides - or more - to her. Once they reached the end, they all listened to the President's Speech. Thankfully, it wasn't too long that she got bored, but she still didn't enjoy it. Then the horses turned round and Kayleigh relaxed a bit, but still didn't smile. As the sun beat down on them, she realized that the horse's mane had a little bit of blue and red sprayed onto it, obviously to match their costume. When the parade had finished, Kayleigh jumped off the chariot and almost fell - stupid shoes! - but regained her balance. Now, all that was left was the Interview.
Which she was dreading the most.
Interview
Outfit:
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Kayleigh's hands balled up into fists, then relaxed, then fists, then relaxed, over and over again. She had no idea how scared she was until that moment. Which was odd, really, as she was never scared for anything. It was the fact that she was wearing her wedding dress. The dress she would have worn if she had not been Reaped. The dress she would have worn to her wedding day with Jordan. Of course, the day would have been in a few years' time, bu her stylist wanted her to wear the dress for her interview, to prove how pretty she was. Kayleigh hated the idea, for she didn't like dresses, but she agreed herself because she needed all the Sponsors she could get. She had no idea how long her allies would want to be with her.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! I am proud to present Kayleigh Southport, our female tribute from District Two!" Caesar called out, the audience already clapping.
Kayleigh had no idea why they were being so friendly. They hadn't even seen her yet. It was unbelievable. "Hello, Caesar," Kayleigh responded, laughing and moving her hair to the right side of her face. "How are you doing?"
The host beamed at her, his hair a different shade of green. "I am doing fine! How are you?"
He is obviously in a good mood.. Kayleigh thought as she told him how she was feeling. "I need to ask you a question," she said, the audience going eerily quiet.
"Go on," Caesar encouraged, moving to the end of his seat. Even he wanted to know what she was going to ask.
"Before the Games start," Kayleigh wondered aloud, "might I be able to have another portion of that lamb stew because God, that is my favourite meal!"
Caesar burst out laughing, clapping his hands together. The audience seemed to find his reaction funnier than what the tribute had said. "Ohkay, okay.." He had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stop himself from carrying on. "Let's all calm down now.."
Kayleigh smiled, giggling along too, making it look like she was enjoying herself. Someone called out about her dress and she turned to see that Caesar had heard it too. Unfortunately, Kayleigh knew the question he was about to ask before he even opened his mouth.
"I believe this is a wedding dress?" Caesar asked, taking in the beauty of it all. He noticed that she even had flowers around her wrist. "Why, you weren't going to get married, were you?" The audience did a collective gasp. "Oh, are you already married?" The audience gasped again.
Kayleigh shook her head, her hair bouncing slightly. "No, no!" A fake tear came to her eye. "It's just.." She swallowed and the audience's gasp turned into a collective 'awww'. "My boyfriend, Jason."
"Yes?" Caesar pressed on, obviously wanting to know more. One look at the audience meant that they wanted to know as well.
"We'd been dating for several years. And the day before the Reaping, well.." Kayleigh struggled to find the memory. Unfortunately for her, it was true. "He found me and knelt down on one knee and asked, 'Kayleigh Libra Southport. Will you marry me?' and of course I said yes! Why wouldn't I?" She let the tear fall and one woman burst into tears also, her friend trying to comfort her. "And then when I was picked for the Games-" She took in a deep breath, "I knew that I'd never see Jason again."
Caesar looked shocked. "But of course you will! No doubt a pretty girl like you - no one will want to kill you, not after that story, they won't. Right?" Caesar turned to the crowd and they all started jeering. "We're on your side."
Kayleigh shook her head sadly.
"One more thing, before you go." Caesar calmed the audience down. "What's your strategy for the Arena?"
Kayleigh laughed a laugh full with warmth. "To stay alive."
The buzzer went, Caesar kissed her hand, the audience clapped, roses were thrown, she hoisted up her dress and walked off stage, the real impact of what just happened finally kicking in. Kayleigh looked around to see mad looks from the other tributes. She knew she had done it. The small detail in her outfit had changed everything. Yet before she was in the safety of her room, the tears fell.
Sam Butterfield, District TwelveChariot Ride
Outfit:
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A small sigh escaped Sam's mouth as he stepped out to where everyone else was stood. His outfit was awful. It was too tight, too small and the rocks on his legs really hurt. If he was honest, it wasn't a style he'd wear every day. Every time Sam took a step, the pants get riding up his legs and he had to keep pulling them down without it looking weird. Luckily, Theta was having the same problem. She nudged him before the chariots set off and told him he'd be able to do whatever he wanted afterwards. As much as that made him laugh, he knew he couldn't destroy something that looked nice, no matter how ridiculous. Before long, the chariot lurched off and Sam looked up to see Theta standing on the podium. He knew she was a crazy girl, but not that crazy. Oh well, Sam thought, as the chariot ride came to an end. At least people took notice of us. All the stylist bustled around, giving them tips and what they did well and how good they looked and that they should be thankful they have such a good stylist, but Sam wasn't listening. All he was thinking about was the fact that unless he survived, he wouldn't see his family again, and whatever act of little rebellion Theta did by standing up, the Gamemakers would make their lives awful.
Interview
Outfit:
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The time had come. All the other Districts had gone. There had been a proclamation from District Two's Kayleigh, announcing that she would have been getting married. At that comment, Sam had rolled his eyes and knew that she was merely doing it for show, unless.. Sam remembered the blue ring she had worn during the chariot parade and unless that was her engagement ring, any proof that she was getting married was just her word for it. He was the last one waiting, and finally the man came to direct him up the stairs and onto the stage. The bright lights shone in his eyes, but Sam just smiled and waved, then walked towards the voice of Caesar.
"Welcome, welcome!" Boomed the host, the audience cheering as loud as they could. This year, Caesar's hair was a bright shade of pink, which complimented his navy blue suit nicely.
Sam smiled politely at the audience, hearing the constant cheers of young girls saying his name. It was such a short word, it sounded weird to hear some of them drawling the syllable out. Nevertheless, Sam laughed at how extravagant they all seemed and pushed his history to the very back of his mind.
"You're just full of smiles, aren't you?" Caesar asked, which was obviously a rhetorical question.
Sam sat quietly, waiting for the right time to say something, but it sounded - from the silence - that the time had already come. "Sorry," Sam laughed, "I was just taking in all the beautiful girls in the audience, I didn't know you were expecting me to say something!" The lie just rolled off his tongue which Sam wasn't happy about, but at least the Capitol people bought it.
"Why, Sam, you're all they're going to be talking about! Perhaps they will be even more jealous once they find out you have a special someone?"
Sam shook his head, noticing the way he smoothly introduced conversation. "No, I'm afraid I'm single," he replied, running a hand through his hair and biting his lip. That last movement sent all the girls whistling and calling out even more.
Caesar laughed, clapped his hands together. "And why are you afraid of that?" He called out, the lights moving ever so slightly to get the right angle on his face.
"Because then I'll be mobbed by a crowd of girls, Caesar!" Sam laughed along with the host, and then the audience was laughing, and soon enough everyone was laughing. Sam even felt his eyes watering, so he made a big act of wiping the tears away. "Stop, you're making me cry!" Sam told Caesar, readjusting his red suit.
"Now, before the buzzer goes," Caesar told Sam, his laughter slowly dying out, "on a scale of one to ten, where do you think you are for surviving?" Caesar moved forward on his chair, slowly placing his hands on the arms so that he wouldn't fall off.
Sam took his time to think about this, knowing that he was probably a zero, but he wanted to make himself sound confident, yet not like he was arrogant enough to make people hate him for being shallow about himself. "Well, if we were joking, I'd say zero," Sam replied, placing his hands on his trousers so that the sweat wouldn't be visible. If only we are joking.. "But seeing as though we're not, I shall go for a nice 5."
Thankfully, the buzzer went before he could embarrass himself further, and Caesar clapped Sam off. He walked down to the front, his hands brushing those of the people at the front, then he walked off stage, smiling slightly at how he thought he had done a good job.
*I apologize about my bad Caesar impression*Theodore Roseland
District 11
Chariot Ride
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The shirt in the first picture and with a blue jacket. Theodore Roseland hated his getup. It was too hot and kept slipping off his thin shoulders. Sneaking a glance at his reflection, he had to admit that it was an attractive color, even if he looked like a sweating pig. 'It's the jacket, it has to be the jacket,' Theo thought, quickly taking off the silky object of clothing. Sighing in relief at the almost instant cool off, he threw the jacket gladly on the ground. Who needed that thing anyway?
"Alright, it's time to-" Crap. Theo turned towards his stylist, a woman of about forty, and waited for the backlash. "Pick that up, put it back on, and go, go, go!"
Groaning, he did what she said, and put the sweat trap back on.
His cheeks were bright red, but his stylist said that it would add to his cute factor. Theo knew he was going for a innocent thing, but, seriously? Wasn't that going a bit too far?
Hopefully, he wasn't going to pass out before his interview.
Interview
Outfit
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He was nervous, his stomach clenching as he waited for his turn. Was this how the Capital did it? By making them all seem like fools in front of millions were they getting some small satisfaction?
It was sickening. Simply sicking.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen! It was time, Theo stepped closer to the stage, waiting for Caesar to be done with his introduction. "Theodore Roseland from District eleven!" The man spoke with dramatic flair, making Theo chuckle at his obviously overreacted speech.
Theo was ushered out and onto the brightly lit stage. Caesar Flickerman, a man he spent most of his life watching on the television, was even more energetic and eccentric in person. When Theo sat down, Caesar wasted no time to begin.
"Theodore, how do you like the Capital? Is it everything you dreamed of?
"A-Ah, well, it's certainly scary. I don't think I've seen so many well dressed people in one place before," Theo nervously replied, crossing his ankles.
Caesar laughed, throwing back his head, a large, seemingly painful smile on his lips. "I'm certain everyone here is blushing in embarrassment. I know I am." The gathered audience laughed along, clapping, and, Theo noticed in interest, that a few Capital ladies were actually blushing at the complement.
"You're fourteen, correct?" Theo nodded, wondering where he was taking it. So, you must have a crush, someone you really like."
Theo, taken back by the surprising question, laughed nervously, and replied honestly, "No, my mom said I'm too young to date, so I listen to her. She's somewhat scary, you know." Theo, leaned forward dramatically, playing off of Caesar's attitude, and said, "She's a strong lady with a strong arm, you know? Even my dad doesn't dare to disobey her rules of the house."
"I think we all know who wears the pants in that relationship," Caesar said, raising his voice over the hollering, clapping crowd. The man grinned again, shifting closer to Theo. "Now, we all want to know. Do you think you have a chance for winning?
"I, uh, don't really know. I'm hoping I can, but I'm not as strong as everyone else, so . . ." Theo trailed off, dropping his gaze expectingly; his plan was coming into play.
Caesar's grin appeared more strained when he spoke over the predicable 'aws' of the crowd. "Oh, I'm sure you're more than capable. You're small."
"Are you insulting me on my shortness?" he asked, raising a brow. Caesar laughed, waving his hand in dismissal.
"Ah, I see, you're a clever one, now aren't you?" Theo grinned, laughing along with the crowd.
"Nope, I'm just a kid, remember?" Theo shot back, the buzzer sounding off. Caesar stood and Theo stood with him.
"Everyone! Theodore Roseland from District eleven!"
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For the Chariot Rides:
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