The Celebrity Hunger Games

Chapter 28: The Opening Ceremony - Part Three

District 7

District 7’s industry is lumber. In other words, wood. Josh Cuthbert laughed to himself as he looked in the mirror. Rachel Berry, their stylist, wanted to show how they used wood to their advantage, making axes and using saws. She had dressed him in brown, and he would be carrying an axe. It would be attached to his hand and secured so that it wouldn’t fall from his hands. Not that he would let it go, his nervousness would mean that he would hold on to the axe harder than he’d ever held on to anything. He picked up the axe and tied it to his hand, playing with it to see how secure it would be, how hard it would be to drop. He was pleased to see that it wouldn’t fall. He didn’t need something else to worry about. He scored a 9 at the training centre and was pleased that the other tributes would see him as a threat. They would try to kill him in a hurry, but he could out-smart them. He liked his chances.

Demi Lovato loved her outfit. She was dressed in brown, but she accessorised it with glitter. She wanted to be remembered, but she knew that brown would make her fade into the background. The saw that was attached to her hand, however, would make people remember her, and be intrigued about her. She received the highest score at training, with just one other tribute getting the same as her. She got a 10 and she was ecstatic about it. Nobody apart from Josh knew anything about her, and she liked it that way. She created an air of mystery and she loved it. She walked outside and saw Josh, also dressed in brown. She laughed at his face. “Do you like these outfits?” he asked her under his breath, so that Rachel Berry wouldn’t hear him. “I like mine, I’m not sure about yours, it’s quite plain” she said, still laughing. “That’s because you could customise yours. You look great” he said, smiling at her. She blushed. “You really think so?” she asked him. “I really do” he said as their chariot pulled up.

He got inside and held his hand out to help her in. When she was in he didn’t let go of her, holding her hand tight with the hand that didn’t have an axe attached. She didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was holding her hand, but the blush from his compliment hadn’t left her cheeks. As they were opened up to the crowd, he felt her had tighten around his. He squeezed her hand twice supportively. People around them were cheering for them and screaming their names. Josh could tell that Demi was frightened, but that she was hiding it. He kept smiling at her, trying to make her feel at ease, and he was glad to see that this was working. She was relaxing more. As the chariot stopped moving, before getting out, Demi kissed his cheek. He didn’t know why she did it, but he knew that he wanted her to do it again.

District 8

Danny Jones admired his mock-peacekeeper uniform. District 8 were responsible for the Peacekeeper’s uniforms, as their industry was textiles.  Quinn Fabray wanted them to use the Peacekeeper’s uniforms to portray strength and agility. The Peacekeepers had a lot of authority, especially over the tributes. Dressing like the may make the other tributes feel that they had the authority of the Peacekeepers. The advantage of being in a later district meant that he could view the first few district’s outfits and see what he was up against. The first three had made a real effort with their outfits. They’d had a colour scheme and something to go along with it, like the knife and axe that district 2 used. By comparison, he looked weak, like he had made no effort. He didn’t know if this would have a negative effect on the audience, but it had a negative effect on him.

It also had a negative effect on Perrie Edwards. Zayn Malik would always be at the forefront of her mind. She was dressed like a Peacekeeper, and felt like she was betraying him. He was no longer here, because he had been a part of this mess, and as a result, he had been taken from her. Dressing like them made her feel like she was one of them, and she couldn’t be one of them. She wouldn’t be one of them. They destroyed him, and being one of them would mean that she agreed with them. As the thoughts went around and around her head, she was talking herself out of the Games. She knew she couldn’t do it.

As the chariot appeared, they both climbed into it. Danny stood up. As much as he hated his outfit, he wanted to be remembered for it. Perrie, on the other hand, sat with her head as low as she could possibly get it. She didn’t want to be seen, she didn’t want to be heard. She wanted to be invisible. Or better yet, she already wanted to be dead.

District 9

Santana Lopez, their stylist, had gone all out to make them look good. District 9 was responsible for grain, the worst possible idea for an outfit. Tom Fletcher was wearing a black jumpsuit. It was covered in glitter, which looked like the grain that his district was famous for. He thought that his outfit made him look a bit feminine, but he didn’t mind. He didn’t care how people saw him as long as he was confident in himself. And he was. He may not be able to win the Games, but he wanted the other tributes to think that he could. To believe that he was a threat to them. That may make them think twice about trying to kill him.

Carrie Fletcher loved her outfit, and couldn’t stop smiling. She had scored a 10 in the training centre, which made her joint first with one other girl. She was happy with that. Her wish to win was strengthened by that. She could easily form allies with the other career tributes with a score like that, making it seem like she was a career tribute too. If she could pass herself off as a career tribute. There was nothing that could hold her back! The glitter on her jumpsuit helped, it made her seem girly, but her score made her seem strong and tough, causing her to seem not only tough and girly, but extremely mysterious. Nobody could guess how much she wanted this, and nobody would be able to take it away from her.

Their chariot had also been doused in glitter, matching their outfits. The siblings hadn’t spoken in what felt like forever, and despite Carrie’s need to win the Games, she missed her big brother. As they climbed into the chariot, she smiled at him. “What?” he asked her, thinking the worst of her. “Tom, I don’t want to be a bitch to you anymore. You’re my big brother, and as much as I want to win the Games, I wish that my winning wouldn’t get you killed” she said, reaching out an olive branch. “Carrie, don’t be so sure you’ll win” he said. She smiled at him, as if in agreement, but she knew that nothing would stop her from winning.

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