'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
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During the opening ceremony, each district pair are given a chariots which will take them from the Remake Centre, which is essentially just a large stable, and then paraded by a pair of horses that are so well trained (or programmed) that they don't need anyone to guide their reins.
Lyra couldn't help but think about their lives, their futures, here in the Capitol as she stroked the grey mane of the white horse closest to her. Did they grow their whole lives for this very moment? What about after the games? Are they slaughtered to make room for the newer models next year? She feeds the tall creature a sugar cube, as if acting as consolation for its awaiting death, inevitable to occur.
The two stylists of District 4 had escorted their tributes across the floor and directed them to the fourth chariot. The carriage itself is white with teal trims and detailed with seaweed lining rather than flowers like most of them. The horses themselves were white with grey manes and tails but their reigns were teal to match the carriage.
Dylan was styling a beige suit with no shirt beneath to reveal his shaved muscular chest. He wore white shoes with gold rings on his fingers and matching chains round his neck. His brown hair was carefully styled with different products to give it more volume. Atop his head of hair sat a crown of carefully tied seaweed which brought out the colour of his emerald eyes.
Lyra was wearing a flowy dress that was beige at the top and down to her waist until it started fading into white at the bottom half. The dress was long, reaching her ankles, but had a slit down the side that reached her mid thigh. The dress was tight fitted around her torso and waist to snuggly fit around her figure before it became looser at her legs as to not restrict movement. There was seaweed-like detailing wrapping around the dress and braided through her hair. Her dress was like the sandy beach and tranquil foam of the sea back home and Lyra felt almost reluctant to share such a beautiful thing with the Capitol.
She held her head high as she stood on the chariot with Dylan's hand holding her own, flowers being thrown towards the pair. She felt confident in her stunning dress, like she could move mountains with a simple glance. She felt powerful and that didn't change when her own eyes met those of Coriolanus Snow.
He smiled and it made her sick but she kept her cool, letting the power she felt consume her as she merely replied with a greeting nod of her head.
The crowd were shouting tributes names, clapping and throwing roses and daises and other colourful floral gifts. The tributes of District 4's names were definitely a common noise to be heard along with the first two districts.
After a speech from the President, the chariot took them to the Training Centre, which is a building positioned behind the president's mansion in the City Circle. Dylan got off first, jogging over to the other side to help his partner off as she struggles in her heels. They were immediately approached by their entourage.
After being congratulated on doing a good job at making a first impression, they are guided towards a rapid glass elevator which will take them to their designated floor.
Each pair of tributes is given a floor, corresponding with the number of their district. Each apartment features luxury accommodations, including very high tech showers and a large array of clothes to choose from.
Gourmet meals for breakfast and dinner would also be provided to them as well as gourmet food during a break for lunch in the hall beside the training facilities. The food was cooked by some of the finest chefs in the Capitol, and served to them by Avoxes.
An Avox is either a citizen of a district or the Capitol who has committed an offense and has been transferred into the Capitol's custody with their tongue cut out so that they are unable to speak. Inhabitants of the apartment may speak to Avoxes to give them orders, but any other communication is strictly forbidden apparently, it'll only get them in trouble. Possible death. Likely, in fact. Lyra found the entire ordeal disgusting, such a harsh punishment to be silenced and enslaved for the rest of your life.
The bedrooms alone were bigger than Annie Cresta's entire home. They include a large bed, big enough to fit herself and her family in comfily. There was an enormous walk-in wardrobe which had every style item of clothing you could think of in every colour imaginable. The bathroom had a large jacuzzi bath with every scent you could conjure and the shower had settings to select shampoo, conditioner and body wash. There was also a mechanic that completely dries your body and hair when you step out of the shower.
The whole apartment screamed luxury. Funny how the only time you ever get to experience such luxury things is when you're about to be sent to fight for your life.
The group discussed game strategies over dinner that night before Lyra and Dylan were sent to bed early to get a good sleep before training.
The concept was lost on Lyra, however, who couldn't seem to shut her mind off for long enough to try get some decent sleep.
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After dreaming all night about every death scenario possible, Lyra crawled out of bed and into the kitchen to get some breakfast. As soon as she'd taken her seat, an Avox brought in a plate and bowl along with some cutlery. She naturally thanked them before digging in. She had bacon on toast, and a bowl of melon and strawberries, with sugar sprinkled overtop, to the side of her plate.
Dylan engulfed his breakfast of eggs, sausage, bacon and beans before they were ushered back into their rooms to get changed for their first day of training.
Havana was acting like a proud mother of two kids who have their first day of school when the pair walked out of their assigned rooms in matching clothes.
They were quickly, and gratefully, dismissed to head down to the area.
The training gymnasia was located below the apartments but it was the same building. The space is filled with training stations which teach a variety of skills, including knot tying, identifying edible plants and insects, camouflage, and practicing with a variety of weapons. Experts are on hand at each station to instruct and serve as training partners to the tributes. It is forbidden to fight with each other before the Games begin, a rule set in place because of cocky careers one year picking a fight with another tribute during training.
It crossed Lyra's mind that she'd only have a few days to make a good impression and then her life would partially be in the hands of a bunch of sickening rich capitol citizens. Lovely.
"You ready?" Dylan sighs.
"Sure," Lyra smirks back, masking her anxiety with fake confidence.
They walk in and are immediately approached by the careers, "you coming?"
"No," Dylan replies, his arms folded tightly.
"You're turning us down?" another replies with shock and disgust.
"Can you believe it?" Lyra feigns surprise, looping her own arm through Dylan's and leading them away.
