NEPTUNE
Neptune smiled broadly as he stepped off of the sleek train. Bria was quick to follow, and behind her were Plaxum, and their mentors Tykon and Shine. The crowd on the platform simply adored them. Neptune smiled for the cameras, and shook hands with everyone that he could. Bria was blowing kisses to everyone, smiling as well.
"Alrighty then," Plaxum said with a smile that reached his ears, "Let's introduce you two to your prep teams."
Neptune was ushered into a room with two men and a woman. One man was tall, pencil thin, and had black hair that was swept forward like waves. The other man was short and plump, with fluffy pink hair that looked like cotton candy. The woman was short, but thin, with green hair that stood up like a beanstalk. The tall man was Axom, the short one was Porol, and the woman was Tala. They styled his hair so it mimicked Axom's. After a few more minutes with the prep team, Neptune was sent off to another room.
The room he entered was dome-like, and had a soft red floor. A tall woman stood in the center of the room. She had a green dress with pink threads running down the sides. Her skin was a pasty white, and her eyes were black. She had yellow eyelashes that touched her purple hair.
"Helllllloooooooooo," the woman said in a strange voice, "I ammmm Karrrriiiiiaaa, your sssstyyyyylisttt."
Karia. Neptune's stylist. She worked silently, taking measurements around Neptune's body.
"Pppppperrrrrfecttttttttt."
AMBER
Amber stood in front of her stylist. Savan. A man with a round face, and brown skin.
"District 4, eh?" Savan said.
"District 4," Amber nodded.
"Fishing. What can we do with fishing? Mermaids? Naiads? Poseidon?"
"Not Poseidon," Amber said, "I don't want a beard."
"Right, right," Savan nodded, laughing.
"A naiad would be fun."
"A naiad? Do you even know what a naiad is?"
"Puh-leeze," Amber snorted, "I'm from a Fishing District. And you're asking is I know what a naiad is."
"I'm just making sure."
"Yes. Yes I do know what a naiad is."
"You're going to love your costume for the Tribute Parade."
SPECK
Speck was seated in front of his stylist, Yoka. He was in a strange red jumpsuit, with spinning red and blue orbs orbiting his head. Like an atom. Power. His District. District 5.
"I LOVE IT!" Yoka squealed. She spoke very loudly. In fact, she practically screamed everything she said.
"I don't know," Speck said, feeling dizzy from the spinning orbs.
"IT WILL BE SIMPLY PERFECT!"
"Just, I feel, uh oh."
Speck keeled over, and threw up all over the floor.
"ICK! SOMEONE GET CLEANER IN HERE RIGHT NOW! GRAB AN AVOX! GRAB ANYONE!"
Soon, two pale people ran in. They bent down, and began scrubbing the floor.
"Thank you," Speck muttered to the two pale people.
"DON'T TALK TO THEM! THEY'RE AVOXES!"
"Avoxes?"
"AVOXES! THE SCUM OF PANEM! THEY'RE DIRTY LITTLE NOBODIES! TONGUES ARE ALL HANGING AROUND SOMEWHERE! NO NEED FOR THEM WHEN YOU'RE WORTHLESS LIKE AVOXES ARE!"
Yoka walked briskly out of the room, leaving Speck alone with the Avoxes.
"I'm sorry about her," Speck sighed, sitting back down. The Avoxes glanced up, and attempted to smile. They finished cleaning, bowed, and left the room.
It's not right. What the Capitol does to those Avoxes, Speck thought, Surely they didn't do anything bad enough to deserve having their tongues cut out.
"ARE THOSE DREADED AVOXES GONE? THANK SNOW!"
Speck shook his head disapprovingly, and looked down.
GRIFFIN
Griffin was practicing hovering in front of his stylist, Qas. He had gold boots with wings that turned into tiny jets boosters to make him hover. He was modeled after Hermes, wearing golden armor with a silver helmet that had wings.
"How am I doing?"
"Very well," Qas purred.
Griffin continued practicing anyways, until Malan, his escort, arrived with Hannah.
"Ready to go?" Malan asked.
"Yes sir," Griffin nodded.
"Well then let's get to the Tribute Parade," Malan said.
Griffin and Hannah hovered over to their chariot, and boarded it, ready for the parade.
JACINTH
Jacinth and Rantipo climbed on their chariot in stiff tree costumes.
"The same costume every freaking year," Rantipo groaned.
"They need to come up with someone original," Jacinth agreed.
"Both of you be quiet!" their escort hissed, "The parade is beginning."
Jacinth and Rantipo watched the screen and saw the District 1 Tributes rolling out on their chariots. Their names shown on the screen: NEPTUNE AND BRIA. They were pure silver, with gold mist surrounding their hands. They looked like gods.
Next were the District 2 Tributes. HYK AND KERSA. Basic blacksmith costumes. District 3: SHO AND LAYN. They had wire coating their bodies. Lame. District 4 rolled out, and Jacinth was taken about. Water seemed to be rolling off of the tributes bodies. Like... like naiads. District 5 Tributes looked strange in red jumpsuits with orbs spinning around their heads. District 6 Tributes looked interesting in their Hermes-like costumes. Suddenly, Jacinth and Rantipo's chariot started moving. Jacinth tried to smile, but it was hard when she knew her costume was almost the worst (losing only to the wire costume).
MEG
Meg gave a nervous look at Isaac.
"Smile. Maybe we'll get sponsors."
"Bull," Meg shot back.
"Maybe they will send us bull. That stuff is tasty," Isaac joked.
"Shut up."
They both shut up. Their chariot was moving. They were both in blood spattered aprons. Like butchers. Meg would know. The crowd reeled when they came out, horrified by the sight.
Suck it up, Meg thought, You'll be watching us beat each other to death soon.
Finally, they made it to the end of the track, and were followed by the District 11 Tributes dressed in wheat woven dressed, and the District 12 Tributes in miners outfits.
The Capitol was watching. The Games had begun.
President Snow stood up, ready to launch into a speech. A speech that signified the end for all but one of the Tributes.
Neptune smiled broadly as he stepped off of the sleek train. Bria was quick to follow, and behind her were Plaxum, and their mentors Tykon and Shine. The crowd on the platform simply adored them. Neptune smiled for the cameras, and shook hands with everyone that he could. Bria was blowing kisses to everyone, smiling as well.
"Alrighty then," Plaxum said with a smile that reached his ears, "Let's introduce you two to your prep teams."
Neptune was ushered into a room with two men and a woman. One man was tall, pencil thin, and had black hair that was swept forward like waves. The other man was short and plump, with fluffy pink hair that looked like cotton candy. The woman was short, but thin, with green hair that stood up like a beanstalk. The tall man was Axom, the short one was Porol, and the woman was Tala. They styled his hair so it mimicked Axom's. After a few more minutes with the prep team, Neptune was sent off to another room.
The room he entered was dome-like, and had a soft red floor. A tall woman stood in the center of the room. She had a green dress with pink threads running down the sides. Her skin was a pasty white, and her eyes were black. She had yellow eyelashes that touched her purple hair.
"Helllllloooooooooo," the woman said in a strange voice, "I ammmm Karrrriiiiiaaa, your sssstyyyyylisttt."
Karia. Neptune's stylist. She worked silently, taking measurements around Neptune's body.
"Pppppperrrrrfecttttttttt."
AMBER
Amber stood in front of her stylist. Savan. A man with a round face, and brown skin.
"District 4, eh?" Savan said.
"District 4," Amber nodded.
"Fishing. What can we do with fishing? Mermaids? Naiads? Poseidon?"
"Not Poseidon," Amber said, "I don't want a beard."
"Right, right," Savan nodded, laughing.
"A naiad would be fun."
"A naiad? Do you even know what a naiad is?"
"Puh-leeze," Amber snorted, "I'm from a Fishing District. And you're asking is I know what a naiad is."
"I'm just making sure."
"Yes. Yes I do know what a naiad is."
"You're going to love your costume for the Tribute Parade."
SPECK
Speck was seated in front of his stylist, Yoka. He was in a strange red jumpsuit, with spinning red and blue orbs orbiting his head. Like an atom. Power. His District. District 5.
"I LOVE IT!" Yoka squealed. She spoke very loudly. In fact, she practically screamed everything she said.
"I don't know," Speck said, feeling dizzy from the spinning orbs.
"IT WILL BE SIMPLY PERFECT!"
"Just, I feel, uh oh."
Speck keeled over, and threw up all over the floor.
"ICK! SOMEONE GET CLEANER IN HERE RIGHT NOW! GRAB AN AVOX! GRAB ANYONE!"
Soon, two pale people ran in. They bent down, and began scrubbing the floor.
"Thank you," Speck muttered to the two pale people.
"DON'T TALK TO THEM! THEY'RE AVOXES!"
"Avoxes?"
"AVOXES! THE SCUM OF PANEM! THEY'RE DIRTY LITTLE NOBODIES! TONGUES ARE ALL HANGING AROUND SOMEWHERE! NO NEED FOR THEM WHEN YOU'RE WORTHLESS LIKE AVOXES ARE!"
Yoka walked briskly out of the room, leaving Speck alone with the Avoxes.
"I'm sorry about her," Speck sighed, sitting back down. The Avoxes glanced up, and attempted to smile. They finished cleaning, bowed, and left the room.
It's not right. What the Capitol does to those Avoxes, Speck thought, Surely they didn't do anything bad enough to deserve having their tongues cut out.
"ARE THOSE DREADED AVOXES GONE? THANK SNOW!"
Speck shook his head disapprovingly, and looked down.
GRIFFIN
Griffin was practicing hovering in front of his stylist, Qas. He had gold boots with wings that turned into tiny jets boosters to make him hover. He was modeled after Hermes, wearing golden armor with a silver helmet that had wings.
"How am I doing?"
"Very well," Qas purred.
Griffin continued practicing anyways, until Malan, his escort, arrived with Hannah.
"Ready to go?" Malan asked.
"Yes sir," Griffin nodded.
"Well then let's get to the Tribute Parade," Malan said.
Griffin and Hannah hovered over to their chariot, and boarded it, ready for the parade.
JACINTH
Jacinth and Rantipo climbed on their chariot in stiff tree costumes.
"The same costume every freaking year," Rantipo groaned.
"They need to come up with someone original," Jacinth agreed.
"Both of you be quiet!" their escort hissed, "The parade is beginning."
Jacinth and Rantipo watched the screen and saw the District 1 Tributes rolling out on their chariots. Their names shown on the screen: NEPTUNE AND BRIA. They were pure silver, with gold mist surrounding their hands. They looked like gods.
Next were the District 2 Tributes. HYK AND KERSA. Basic blacksmith costumes. District 3: SHO AND LAYN. They had wire coating their bodies. Lame. District 4 rolled out, and Jacinth was taken about. Water seemed to be rolling off of the tributes bodies. Like... like naiads. District 5 Tributes looked strange in red jumpsuits with orbs spinning around their heads. District 6 Tributes looked interesting in their Hermes-like costumes. Suddenly, Jacinth and Rantipo's chariot started moving. Jacinth tried to smile, but it was hard when she knew her costume was almost the worst (losing only to the wire costume).
MEG
Meg gave a nervous look at Isaac.
"Smile. Maybe we'll get sponsors."
"Bull," Meg shot back.
"Maybe they will send us bull. That stuff is tasty," Isaac joked.
"Shut up."
They both shut up. Their chariot was moving. They were both in blood spattered aprons. Like butchers. Meg would know. The crowd reeled when they came out, horrified by the sight.
Suck it up, Meg thought, You'll be watching us beat each other to death soon.
Finally, they made it to the end of the track, and were followed by the District 11 Tributes dressed in wheat woven dressed, and the District 12 Tributes in miners outfits.
The Capitol was watching. The Games had begun.
President Snow stood up, ready to launch into a speech. A speech that signified the end for all but one of the Tributes.