150th Hunger Games ~ The Hidden Cornucopia

Before The Tribute Parade

Ethia Tronths P.O.V (District One)

"He's weak"

"She'll die for sure"

I assess each tribute as they walk into the foyer of the building, that I personally don't give two shits about, that we are in. Magna is getting tired of me already, I can tell. But it's fun pissing him off. He bottles all his frustration up inside of him, so one day, he'll just explode, and that will be enjoyable. So I will continue pissing him off

I like to call myself observant.

I am dressed in a very uncomfortable but beautiful, slim, black dress that I look perfect in. Accessorised with a fur, leopard print mink and gloves. Pearls and Diamonds cover my neck and wrists, and a giant ruby sits on my ring finger. I feel like a queen.

I better get used to this look, because when I win The Hunger Games, this will be daily attire.

I look around at the other tributes, because this is the first time I've seen them all in person.

District Five, easy kills. District Eleven, even easier. Although, my biggest threats I believe are that ugly beast from Four, and the two from Six. Although, the chick looks like a man, and looks can put people of liking them. She'll get know sponsors. I will, because everyone says I am beautiful. But that doesn't mean I am not worried about them

Who am I kidding... I'd beat them easy with my eyes closed. Because I am going to win.

I stride through the foyer, eyes staring at me, intimidated. I look at my entourage, that consists of Gilligan, the guy I didn't listen to, the person that makes me pretty, and my manbag, Magna.

All these people do is make me look good, I don't really need them though. Because at the end of the day, i'll be standing on that winning podium. Not them.

My stylist Tempra comes and adjusts my outfit. A black slim dress, quite simple. Decorated with with gloves that real my elbows and pearl jewellery hanging of my wrists and neck. Although, the leopard print mink and hat are ichy, I can't wait to take them off.

Thats when something catches my eye, the faces of cocky tributes, from District Two walking directly at us.

Valen Whittacker POV (District Two)

The beautiful girl from one looks at us with disgust. I want to sneer back, but I'm here to be friends with these people, mot foes. Our mentor told us to introduce ourselves now before training so we have more "bonding" time. The boy from One does look big and scary, like most males from that district, but I am not intimidated. That is just his facade, I know I am just as strong, or even stronger maybe.

Harmony and I have both locked eyes with the others now, when we approach them there is a short pause. None of us really know what to say. surprisingly, Harmony speaks up.

"My name is Har-"

"Harmony. We know" the girl from One interrupts. How is it that they know our name, but we don't know theres.

"And you are Valen, I am Ethia and this is Magna" Ethia continues.

"So this is the bunch of careers, ey" calls Magna almost excited. He shake hands and smile at one another, but in the end of the day, they'll be dead.

Alexandra Mayes POV. (District Six)

Blanke still won't talk to me.

I can't blame him really, if I found out my best friend was the opposite gender, i'd probably be pissed at them too. But he has to talk to me soon, we have to ally. In these games, we have to be a team, we work well as a team, no matter male or female.

"You look nice in that dress" Blanke says to me.

I smile with glee. He spoke!

"Thankyou" I look down at my attire, it's meant to be a train driver, type style, i guess. Blanke's outfit resembles that clearer, but mine is a short, tight dress with buttons on the side. I wear a tight blouse with a denim vest and a cap, also with buttons attached.

Blanke taps me, and indicates our mentor, Jeremiah coming to us. Probably for a pep talk before the big show.

"Guys, you look great!" He says in the overly enthusiastic voice that makes me want to hurt him.

"Okay, so I have been doing my research for some allies in the game."

I groan, I don't want allies, but the Capitol gave said everyone needs at least on ally. I thought Blanke was enough, but looks like we need more.

"So, I believe our best pick is the boy from Twelve. I believe his name is Kyte, or something silly like that. Don't bother trying to lure the girl into the group. Shes hopeless and will most likely die."

Blanke and I look at each other.

"Um... okay? Now?" I ask

"Yes now! Mush!" He replies almost jumping for joy

What if this guy turns us down, won't we look like idiots to him. When I see him though, I get scared. This guy is massive. But so quiet and kept to himself. I almost feel sorry for him.

Blanke stops.

"I don't like him" He says stern.

He probably finds him a threat, you know, a guy, a big guy, bigger then him. He is probably jealous.

"C'mon, do you want to survive! We are stronger then this guy looks, we can kill him off for all I care, If we get with this guy, it'll make Jerimiah Happy pants over happy, and it might gets us sponsors for team with a, well, very aesthetically please young man" I say to him strictly.

"Fine" He begins to walk and leads me straight to the boy, Kyte.

"Hello" he says, straight face and serious.

I look at him with caution, is this the right approach?

"Um, Hi" Kyte

"Have you got any allies yet?" Blanke questions.

"No, I can't say I have"

"Then who do you intend on allying with" I ask, jumping into the conversation. "You have to have at least a team of three"

"Well, I guess it's us three then"

We all smile at each other, introduce ourselves, and get on our carriage preparing for our big presentation.

Xander Connley POV (District 10)

I stand on my carriage tired and annoyed.

Annoyed at being here, annoyed at standing next to this weird chick that smells like sweat and cigarettes and annoyed that I'm wearing barely an clothes, I'm freezing.

I am wearing cow skin underwear type thing, that is barely coving anything, and that is all. I have pretend bloodstains splashed all over my body, my stylish says I look desirable, and that, that is my best chance of winning. I believe I look hideous, and if I'm about to die, I don't want to die in embarrassment before the games have even started my life is over.

The girl next to me stumbles for a second and steps on my toe, I cry in pain and sneer at her. I don't think she likes me very much, but she doesn't talk much.

"Gee, sorry, some down" she snaps at me.

I look at her, she is dripping with sweat and has bright red cheeks and bags under her eyes. She already looks dead. I dry reach a little, because, I'd rather be dead then seen in front of the country looking like that. By unfortunately for you, she has both. She will be seen in front of the country like that and die.

I give her a greasy with my eyes and the doors open wide. Then the first carriage leaves the room.