MCSM: Hunger Games

~chapter two~

"You look WONDERFUL!" Squealed Sorren, running into my room.
I desperately tried to cover myself up, but my hands were smacked away.
Modesty and fear are not tolerated when being "observed" by the stylists.
Honestly, I didn't mind my prep team. They were actually more like a bubbly litter of puppies that wouldn't go away.
But I just can't handle Sorren and the thought of his staring at... me.
"Can you please go?!" I pleaded, shying away from him.
He's obviously gay. But... it's kind of hard to tell, with all of the Capitol trends. And it's not like I have anything against gay people, it's just that Sorren staring at me makes me uncomfortable.
"Now, Lukas... Don't be rude!" Purred Magnus in his Capitol accent. "Sorren just wanted to check up on you!"
I frowned, crossing my arms.
"Whatever. I just don't want Sorren to be staring at my-"
"LUKAS!" Gasped Gabriel. "DONT!"
I rolled my eyes.
"See you at the parade!" Called Sorren, leaving.
The door slid closed, making me breath a sigh of relief.
I wonder if Jesse is having this problem? This was the THIRD TIME TODAY that Sorren decided to 'check up on me'.
My prep team faced me, not looking happy.
"Lukas, that wasn't very polite..." sighed Gabriel, rubbing a foaming solution into his hands.
"Yeah." Muttered Magnus, grabbing my jet-black tuxedo. "I know Sorren can be a little... forward at times... but I assure you, he means well."
"Well by staring at me." I grumbled, Gabriel massaging the acidic foam into my hair.
"And what are you putting into my hair?" I asked, the stuff starting to burn badly.
"It makes your hair darker in color and stronger permanently." Sighed Gabriel, sounding like he had repeated the same phrase a thousand times.
Magnus handed me the tux, smiling.
"It might be a little heavy, but that's all part of of the decoration." Purred Gabriel.
"Decoration?" I asked, looking at the classically styled tux. "What do you mean-"
"Just put it on!" Groaned Magnus. "I want to see what it looks like!"
I took the tux, my hair dry.
Apparently the acidic stuff dried into my hair.
...
I looked into the mirror, not seeing how this resembled district twelve's coal specialty.
Each district had to have an outfit that followed along the guidelines of their main export.
District twelve's just happens to be coal.
"Uhh..." I stutter, tugging at the collar of the tux. "I don't think this meets the requirements of-"
"Press this button." Sighed Magnus, pointing to a button on my shirt.
"O-okay... what-"
"JUST PRESS THE GODDAMN BUTTON!" Snarled Magnus.
I pressed the button, what happening next scaring me.
Flames erupted around my tuxedo, looking incredible realistic.
I stared in the mirror, mesmerized by the flames.
Suddenly, Gabriel pressed the button, causing the flames to stop.
"Hey!" I objected. "I was enjoying that!"
"And if you want the people to recognize it in the parade, you'll listen and save the battery life." Growled Gabriel.
I crossed my arms, thinking about the parade.
What if they hate us? Will they scream at us?
"OH MY GOD THE PEOPLE WILL LOVE YOU!" Squealed Sorren, barging in.
I jumped, running into Magnus.
"Get your district hands off of me, you filthy tribute." Snarled Magnus, pushing me back up.
Sorren was beaming, looking thrilled.
"Come on!" Called Sorren, already heading for the door. "We've got people to impress at the parade!"
...
A pitch black carriage stood in front of us, the horses the exact same color.
Jessica looked stunning in her ebony dress, and I had been told that she had the had the same fire technology inside her dress.
She stared coldly ahead, not paying attention to me.
"Attention, tributes." Purred a female with a capitol accent over the speakers. "Please mount your carriages. The horses are well trained, so they will walk in their precise order. However, this does not mean you can hurt our horses- do your hurting in the arena."
Jesse walked up into the carriage and I followed her.
I looked ahead, seeing the sparkling district one tributes riding through the opening in the training facility.
District one- gems. Favored most by the capitol.
We call them careers- Districts one, two and four are the capitols lapdogs, and being chosen to play in the games in their district is an honor.
They all form a pack, hunting down the weaker tributes until there's nobody left but themselves.
And that's why the winner of the games is usually a career.
Because they've grown up around ruthless killers.
"Jessica-"
"My name is Jess." She growled.
"O-okay...Jess... when should we press our buttons?"
"Right as we exit the room." Sighed Jess, smirking.
"Okay." I huffed.
Since our district is the twelfth, we're the very last district.
There used to be a thirteenth, but it was bombed.
All of the other districts had gone, our carriage starting to move.
We exited the dark room, seeing hoards of screaming capitol people in the stands.
"Ready?" I whispered.
"Ready." Whispered Jess.
We pressed our buttons, and the whole area got quiet.
Then it exploded into screams, the people chanting our names that they were so kind enough to find in the pamphlets.
"LUKAS AND JESS!" Screeched a woman, going ballistic and throwing expensive items at us.
I reached out my hand to Jess, causing her to pull away.
Why won't she even look at me?
"Come on, they'll love it." I assured.
Jess glared at me.
She put her hand in mine, a smile creeping up into her face.
The crowd of people cheered, one person throwing a rose directly at us.
I caught it, handing it to Jess.
People continued to squeal, causing the other tributes to look back at us- Their eyes filled with hatred.
...
We got off the carriage, our prep teams wrapping us in bone-crushing hugs.
"YOU TWO ARE SO SWEET!" Cooed Sorren, loosing it.
"I SHIP IT!" Squealed Petra, a person apart of Jess' prep team.
Suddenly, I saw the male tribute from district one look at me, his olive green eyes ice cold.
"Who's-"
"That's Aiden." Whispered Ivor, his breath burning my nose.
He tapped his career friends on the shoulder, causing them all to look our way.
They all glared at us, angry that they lost their chance in their spotlight to an unpopular district.
You may not be able to fight before the games...
But that doesn't stop people from trying to.
"Lets go, guys..." muttered Ivor. "Before they rip us to shreds."
He led us to the glass elevator, the doors closing with us safely inside.
The elevator started upward, but the careers still stared at us, probably deciding which way would be the most painful to kill us in.