The Celebrity Hunger Games

Chapter 29: The Opening Ceremony - Part Four

District 10

Louis Tomlinson thought it looked like he was wearing a Halloween costume. The main industry of his district, district 10, was livestock. They were known to provide beef for the capitol, so their stylist, Noah Puckerman, dressed them around the theme of cows. He was dressed in white with black polka dots. He thought he looked stupid, but he didn’t want to say anything. Noah obviously knew more than him about the opening ceremony and he didn’t want to ruin his chances, so he kept his mouth shut. He wanted to know how Kristen felt about her outfit but he knew that she didn’t want to talk to him, and he didn’t want to push her.

Kristen Stewart hated her outfit. Ok, she knew that there wasn’t a lot that the stylist could do with an industry of livestock, but anything had to be better than dressing them as cow’s right? Through her window, she had seen some of the other districts set off in their chariots. Her favourites were the ones that used weapons, District 2 and 7. The weapons made them look great, and gave the impression that they knew how to use them. Whether they did or not was a mystery to Kristen but she knew that they would be tough competition to face once they were in the arena. She wondered how Louis felt about the outfit. She tried to stop herself from thinking about him, but every once in a while something slipped through and she remembered the way that they used to be, when they were happy. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

Kristen was already in the chariot when Louis arrived to take a stand next to her. “You look great” he said softly, trying to flatter her. She scoffed. “I look horrible. We both do” she said. He sighed with relief. “I’m glad I’m not the only one that hates these outfits” he whispered to her. She nodded, then turned away, as if she has said too much to him. “Don’t do this Kris, talk to me” he said. She rolled her eyes. “Louis, let’s just get on with this” she said, as the chariot began to move. The crowd didn’t know how to react to their outfits. Some cheered loudly while others frowned, clearly confused. Louis didn’t care, he was just happy to be one step closer to the Games.

District 11

Aston Merrygold was dressed from head to toe in cotton and grains, the two things that surround District 11. He didn’t know whether or not he liked it, but he looked unique, which was something that could never be bad in this situation. He had scored a 5, the lowest score that had been given. He knew when he did it that picking up the axe had been a mistake, but he never thought it would cost him his reputation in the Games. His opening ceremony outfit and his interview were the only things that could make him look like a threat to the other tributes, especially the career tributes, who he knew would target him first. Looking in the mirror again, he knew that his outfit would not make him look like a threat. It would make him look like a target.

Rochelle Humes was wearing a top made of cotton and leggings with grains on them, because these were what her district was famous for. She loved it. She got an 8 in the training centre and couldn’t have been happier. She wanted at least a 6, and two marks above that made her feel a lot more confident than she had previously. If she could come across as strong in her interview, she could have a good chance. She knew she had a better chance than her fellow tribute Aston, and had already made the choice to protect him. She wanted to be able to trust someone, and he was the only person that she knew who needed someone to trust too.

Aston smiled at Rochelle as they entered the chariot together. “Well done on your 8” he said to her, knowing that one of them would have to mention their difference in scores sooner or later. “Thanks. I didn’t expect to get that!” she said excitedly. He inwardly chuckled at her excitement, her happiness rubbed off on him. She didn’t mention his score, and he didn’t want to be the one to point out how crap he was, so they said nothing and remained in silence. When the chariot was visible to the crowd, they started cheering, and Aston felt like, maybe, he did have a chance to get far in the Games. Maybe even win.

District 12

Justin Bieber was dressed like a coal miner. District 12’s industry was coal and Kitty Wilde, the stylist, wanted to make sure that people knew exactly what they were supposed to be wearing. She said that nothing was worse than the crowd having no idea what your outfit was supposed to mean, because a silent crowd was deafening to the other tributes. An immediate disadvantage. She had also taken the liberty of using make-up to make it look like their skin had been dusted with coal, as if they had spent hours working with the stuff. They hadn’t, but the coal miners were strong. They made the tributes look strong too, which was the only thing that he wanted.

Victoria Justice was also dressed like a coal miner. She liked the idea of looking like she actually regularly took part in manual labour, which she didn’t. She didn’t know if this would make her look strong to her fellow tributes, but it wouldn’t make her look weak. Together, the district 12 tributes were in a very high position. They weren’t the highest, but an 8 and a 9 was enough for the other tributes to wonder what their secrets were, and to wonder what they did to receive those scores. She was more than happy to be secretive to her fellow tributes, after all, the more secrets she had, the less ammunition they had to kill her.

“Smile for the cameras” Justin said to Victoria as they climbed into the chariot. “What do you mean, there aren’t any camera’s here” she said frowning. Justin smiled. “They don’t tell us about them, but they always take a few pictures in the beginning, so that they can catch us off guard before the crowd see us” he said. She smiled, less for the cameras and more for him. He was kind and thoughtful and sweet. She didn’t want to like him, but was afraid that it was too late. As the crowd began to see the chariot and scream, she grabbed his hand. It was private from the cameras and the crowd, and Justin pretended not to notice. But he squeezed her hand tightly, telling her that he was there. And she needed that.

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Thank you for reading! The next chapter is the beginning of the interviews!