The Hunger Games: The Cry of Temperance

The Avenue of Tributes

District 1

Beau is dressed in a white suit, with the boutonniere of an individual rose of the whitest they could acquire. Dressed in eminence as to represent the luxuries that they supply to the Capitol as seen with the implementation of the diamond-crested buttons that were placed in the stead of regular.

He wore a hat with the tallest crown anyone had seen, with a band that was almost synonymous with the material of the hat itself. They were one and the same, placed in one whole. But along the back of his suit as people watched as the glimmering rhinestones upon his collar had been shining in the moonlight, connecting the collar to the embellished lapel unbuttoned to the waist button.

Charloette had been shining in a kind light just as her tribute partner, the prominence seen was her elegant waves that had been sprayed generously to her head, making sure that it could be kept intact. In the beauty of her hair, there was a white rose that was spread as a blossom to the spring upon the spot behind her left ear, petals flowing one by one as they trailed behind them as if replicating feathers of a dove.

She wore an evening dress comprised of the finest of silks that trailed upon her shoulders but were kept with a tight pin that had glossed across the environment. She kept her hand on her hip, doing as instructed as the boa on her shoulders trailed in the wind along her as it swayed in the wind behind her.

District 2

Hayyan was equipped with an armor breastplate, created from an bronze and perhaps even a culmination iron. Its difference was the gold embellishment that had been designed upon the musculature upon the armor. The armor he had worn had been from a Centurion-style, evident by the occasional chainmail that had been seen along the sides of his body, whereas his ribs were protected indefinitely by the chain itself.

He wore a red tunic underneath his armor, that also had a draped sagum cape– made of wool, though unkept. It had been the biggest thing anyone could keep their eyes upon, its scarlet color emphasizing his attire.

Smitty, in contrast, had the same exact attire. Well, the composition had been the same. But her armor had more of a golden contrast to his. There was more of a golden tone to her armor, and a silver undertone underneath. Instead of an entire sagum cape covering her body, there was a darker red cape that had only spread across one of her arms– almost crimson as it was slung over her shoulder.

The armor had shown more of a gold undertone, but still retained the same qualities of the centurion armor that her district partner had been wearing.

The both of them had these bronze helmets on that almost appeared gold, with a horse plume on the top of their heads as a crimson had been illuminated at the top of their headgear. The both of their eyes peeking out of the very limited eyesight that they had.

District 3

Eleksa wore hers rather elegantly. Her figure already complemented the metal corset that wrapped almost generously across her chest down to her waist. The metallic ribs showed off the silver fabric that was tucked in underneath as a last barrier between the harsh nature of the compressor. Though it did very little, as every time Eleksa let in a deep breath, she could feel her ribs almost crushing beneath the corset– if this wasn't a deliberately planned disadvantage, she didn't know what it was.

Along with her metal corset came attached, a cage crinoline skirt that had extended behind her, dangling behind her as she walked. Its structure made way for little panels, electronically manufactured, as they cycled through different colors as a television would provide. The panels continuously changed color– and eventually cycled back one by one, to make the insignia of District 3. The three gears underneath the brooding industry that stood above it.