The 73rd Games: A Hunger Games Fanfic [slow updates]

{2} Gabby

Gabby's pov- District 2 Female Tribute

I smiled arrogantly, enjoying the flash of the cameras on my face. I had volunteered for this as district two tribute. Oh yes, I was scared to death. But that didn't matter as long as I made it. "Gabby!" someone shouted. I gave a cocky grin and waved, though it was hard to move my arms in the bomber jacket designed just for this day, the day the train took me to the capitol, and eventually, into the games.

I didn't have much of a choice. My father had won the hunger games years ago, and as his daughter, I was expected to do the same. I had trained all my life, using illegal weapons, running laps, lifting the masonry our district was known for. I was trained and as ready as I could be at sixteen years. I step out of the silver train, into the heart of Panem, at the capitol, my head held high, and my face shining with pride.

I was loving every moment of this. 

The capitol crowd roared at my cocky attitude, never once did I consider that the cheers were for the bastard beside me.

Victoria. Male tribute from District two. Yes, he's a guy.

Stupid right? We were trained to be allies but as soon as the minor district fools went, I swore I would kill him with my bare hands. 

Do you have that one person in your life that annoys the shit out of you for no reason? 

Meet Victoria.

I was escorted into my room where I collapsed on the bed. I drifted into a land of clouds, and when I woke up, I saw the gathering night outside. I opened the screen that covered the window to watch the Capitol sunset. Then I put the screen back, the changed it to an animated waterfall scene, and waited there, watching films of the reaping.

From what I saw at their reapings, it didn't seem like I had too much competition. But some people were pretty interesting.

District one started with a scene of a fifteen year old named Crystal volunteering. She stepped onto the stage confidently, but then the camera cut to her glaring at her partner, Jacob, as they shook hands. I sighed, silly partner rivalry. 

But who am I to say? After all, I hate my "ally" with all my heart too.

District three showed a pretty average girl named Rache being reaped, and then zoomed in to Corny's face to a ridiculous degree. As he stepped onto the stage, he muttered: "If we square root the cube of pi it would allow the negative exponent to be-"

Well then. Thank you for your mathematical knowledge Corny Chowder, but no one cares.

Sophie from District four, however, made me jump back in surprise. As she stepped onto the stage, a meter away from the microphone, the microphone itself wobbled in the stand. She glared at it, concentration in her sea blue eyes, until it righted itself. Telekinesis. That was her skill. I had to be wary of her in the arena, but I had to really check to see what she was capable of.

Ingrid, a girl of district five was an anxious looking fifteen year old. Her eyes never left the reaping bowl, even once, and she seemed relieved when a fatso called Oliver was chosen. There was some mystery there that I was determined to unravel. 

But it was okay, Ingrid was too innocent looking and Oliver too obese. Why bother worrying?

District six involved a crying girl and a reaping being sponsored by Skittles (c) Taste The Rainbow. It was pathetic, what poorer districts would do for money.

Honestly, I don't even remember the tributes from district seven. They didn't seem important.

Cookie from District 8 looked like the friendly type, and she looked pretty smart too, but I had yet to figure her out. 

District nine was just the decent, normal tributes you would expect.

As for District Ten, Yuuki had to be apprehended for carrying a butcher knife. Damn savage, I thought. Billibobjoe kept asking stupid questions. He asked Yuuki, "Are you President Snow?"

"Bileeblobtoe, you fucktard!" Yuuki screeched. "Go fuck yourself !!1!1!!!"

District eleven must have been a huge disappointment. Aqua and Jo-Schwab were both twelve year olds. Aqua was a little girl with blue hair, while Jo-Schwab was a guy that looked really depressing.

Karas of District Twelve had to be carried by peacemakers and didn't stay conscious to enjoy the attention, and Bob wasn't much better. 

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I had already drifted half asleep when a voice called me. "Gabby, wake up. You're gonna meet your prep crew." I muttered an excuse, took a quick shower, and somehow got there.

It's a great thing to be in District two. Since you're always getting designer clothing, they have all your measurements, they just need to put together an amazing outfit. This year's dress was no exception.

It was coarse yet elegant fabric, woven in ripples, in shades of gold, white, and gray. It was a fine frenzy of stony, yet flowy colors swirling to my knees. The dress felt like liquid silk, and a satin belt seemed to tie it all together.

I slipped my feet into gladiator-style sandals in gold, with silver tassels swinging with black beads. My hair was braided into a graceful crown, and a few metallic bangles encircled my wrist. I stepped into the carriage with a bit of effort.

"Need some help?" Asked Victoria. He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat and it made him look so stupid.

I held myself together as the horses surged forward. This year, the designers had outdone themselves. Crystal, who was in the carriage in front of us looked stunning in a floor length white gown, beaded tassels hanging from the silky fabric. I balanced the best I could before the huge crowd, as the Panem anthem played loud and proud. Capitol residents cheered their hearts out, there was a tension in the atmosphere, a buzz of excitement that rippled through me, making me tense in anticipation. There was a festive feeling in the air, as if there were fireworks in the sky. And there were, twelve of them, one for each district. Each of them shot into the sky with an explosion of sparks, raining down on the earth as fiery precipitation that burned a bit.

I gasped as the huge overhead lights swept across the row of carriages, making the metallic colors of my dress catch the light. Then the carriage turned, the horses trotting around in a circle, jolting me around for all the world to see.

It was exhilarating. The sights, the sounds, the whole feeling of it was amazing. It was twenty-four different people from all districts, traveling a dream to live in this moment, forget the fact that I was gonna die, I was living in real time, enjoying it while it lasted.

It was too short. The horses crashed to a halt, as I looked up at the president, standing on a stage and looking everywhere with his flinty blue eyes. Seneca Crane, the head game maker, stood next to him, absently stroking his mustache, but from their expressions, I couldn't tell what they were thinking. 

So then there was this long and boring speech, the pride of Panem, the power of the Capitol, all that crap. I tried my best to look focused but it was hard to listen when you were a tribute.It was over after like what? Two hours?

I posed for a few pictures, shouted some terse answers for reporters, and smiled till my face hurt.

This year, the training had not officially begun yet, but all the equipment was unlocked for us to explore.

That was when we were released to our rooms and the training center. Finally. I had a cup of coffee, and awake from all that caffeine and excitement, I head to the training center to meet some tributes. 

A/N: my deepest apologies for the shitty grammar