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

{3} Crystal

Crystal's pov- District 1 Female Tribute

After that horribly long ceremony at dusk, it was an hour past midnight. I slipped away from the sea of cameras and back to my room- the attention was getting a bit ridiculous, but the adrenaline was keeping me wide awake. 

I called an avox and changed into a custom-made black top with the district one symbol and designer jeans.  I wanted to head to the training center to show off a bit. I quickly headed to the archery department. To my surprise, someone was already there. It was Gabby from District two, who was still in her dress. I looked at the soft, grayish fabric with admiration. At least she could move around in hers. Mine was a gown that wrapped silver lace tight around me, with a long train pretty but not very practical.

I watched as the arrow flew, to the hologram. It hit a bit left of the heart. I watched and waited, feeling dread grow from the pits of my stomach, and feeling jealous of her three bullseyes. 

Finally, it was my turn. "Crystal!" Gabby called. 

"What?"

"Oh, just saying if you want to see me I'll be doing the spears."

I sighed and I aligned the bow. It actually wasn't too hard. These bows were much better than the shitty ones I was forced to practice on. I chose to set the difficulty on hard, shooting moving targets. Now I'd like to see Gabby try that!

Feeling sick of it, I left and came outside. I had barely been gone for an hour, and the tributes were still outside, being fussed over. I looked at their beautiful outfits, suddenly regretting how I had changed out of mine. 

Because damn, the designers really did amazingly.

District three wore slivery shirts and jeans with tiny wires and flecks of copper streaking across the canvas fabric. Ha, the nerd district.

District four wore simple beige outfits with intricate rope accessories, for the fishing district.

District five wore black leather with bright yellow highlights, to show that their district was responsible for electricity

District six was dressed in blue stripes, district seven in mint green, district eight in pastel colors, and district nine in brown tunics.

District ten.

Damn.

Those motherfuckers were wearing blood red leather jackets, and in the light, it seriously looked like they were dripping in blood.

District Eleven wore shorts and purple socks, which I found odd, yet a little more unique than the other outfits I had seen.

And district twelve looked utterly gross in coarse black overalls.

My feet carried me back to the district five carriages, with blindingly white horses. Of course. They provided electricity, which in turn, provided light.

"Hey." Someone said softly.

I whirled around to face Ingrid's brown eyes. "Can we go into the training center?" She asked.

I looked around, a bit reluctant to leave the excitement, but then this Ingrid was mysterious. When I first arrived at the capitol, I thoroughly analyzed and learned about every tribute that seemed interesting. Ingrid was one of them. She looked really scared when Oliver was reaped, yet relieved, but maybe... a bit... guilty? Perhaps. Well, I did want her as an ally. Oh well.

She walked without any discomfort in her strapless black dress, with a jagged lightning bolt down the back. But apparently, she didn't like it because she led me to her room.