The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Arriving at the Capitol & Meeting Stylists

Ruby Shimmer's POV

"Woah, it's huge," I gasp, running up to the window. I look at the buildings towering over me. I thought district one was a colorful non-dreary place, but compared to the Capitol it seemed like the greyest place ever. Pinks, purples, greens, blues. Every color of the rainbow all packed together.

I see a crowd jammed together, their unique hats glowing in the dazzling sunshine. They all seem to be screaming. I look around to see what they could possibly be screaming at. They point at the train, at me. I wave at them, still confused at what they were so excited about. Me? Why me? Then it came to me. I am a tribute. I am going to be famous for the next few weeks and if I make it out of the arena, I shall be famous forever!

I grin as the people chant my name and blow me kisses. Bronze runs up to the window as well, wanting to get his share of fame.

The train comes to a sudden halt and I am blown back onto the floor. Bronze laughs at me sprawled on the floor, but holds out a hand to help me. I take it gratefully. His hands were firm and strong. He hauls me up and smiles at me. The smile seemed genuine, however I'm not sure if I can trust him, even though it's certain I will be allies with him if he is a career like me.

Our escort Violetta trots into the carriage. "We need to hurry, come along. There will be many photographers and interviewers. Smile for the cameras, ignore the interviewers." She says, her back to to us and her high heels clacking as she walks through the various carriages. She swizzles around quickly making us almost walk into her. "Make me proud." She says, dramatically. We nod and leave the train.

My eyes are blinded as cameras flash in every direction. "Ruby, what's your tactics for the games?" Interviewers scream at me. I do as Violetta told me and keep quiet, following her, only stopping to pose for some pictures.

I realise more cameras are pointed towards me instead of Bronze. It makes me happy to think that I am the favorite of district one. I grin wider as I follow Bronze and Violetta into a large, black building.

In the corner of my view I can see a train zooming into the platform. It must be the district two tributes.

Freya Johnston's POV

I muffle a scream as one of my stylists rip the hair from my leg. I don't see the point of pulling all the hair off my body. In the arena we don't need to be beautiful and it's likely you won't even be able to see my legs.

"Sorry if Diamond is being to rough. You'll get used to it soon!" My other stylist, Merlyn squeals in a high pitched voice.

"Your almost done, one last..." Diamond says, ripping more leg hair off.

Merlyn trims a bit of my hair and then tells me to stand up. He gets a long pipe with a strange head on. I screech as cold water jets out of the head at me. Merlyn and Diamond ignore my screeches and keeps hosing me down.

"Perfect." They say in sync and stand back and admire my hairless body.

"Let's send her too Angel." Diamond says and escorts me to another room. She leaves me in the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Led out on the table is a dish of some white grainy stuff and a sauce. I stuff it in my mouth as fast as I can. I am starving.

I am almost finished as the door opens. A woman with swirly tattoos up and down her arms wearing a shiny dress walks in. "I'm Angel, How are you Freya? You seem to have demolished that chicken curry!" Angel says and begins to wipe away at my mouth. I'm small for my age but surely she noticed I'm not two! I can wipe my own mouth!

"Tonight is the tribute parade. Your from district nine - grain. I have pulled something together along with your district partner's stylist!" She says, grinning.

She rummages around in a cupboard and pulls out the outfit. I gasp in horror.