The Capital Games (a writer games)

Chariot Entrance

Stairs To Observance Room

[12|8|12 18:09]

I walked up the stairs toward where I would watch the entrances.

I stopped a moment, my hand on the cool metal railing, wondering what it must be like be a tribute.

The stress, the pain, especially now at this critical moment.......

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TIBERIUS AND AUGUSTUS

You watch as Tiberius and Augustus stand in their chariot, waiting for the Opening Ceremonies to start. It seems obvious to you that their shared stylist drew inspiration from how completely different the two were and turned the chariot into some sort of fire and ice duel. You admire the chariot from backstage. One side is completely covered in crystalline ice and then you watch as before you eyes the chariot transforms as your eyes move from one end to the other. It changes into a small stream that trickles from the back of the chariot to the front. Next, a fog machine is set up that seems like that part of the chariot is covered in steam. The other end of the carriage is ablaze with the fake fire that reminds you so much of Katniss and Peeta. As the twins walk toward their carriage you feel a bit disappointed, as if the stylist tried harder on the carriage than the actual outfit. One twin is covered in a sort of crystalline armor that seems to melt on the right side. The other is ablaze with the fake fire that also burns his side of the carriage. Neither is nervous to enter the Games but for some reason, you are nervous for them. Their horses whinny in excitement as they sense the gates starting to open. They grab each other's hands and smile triumphantly. Instantly you know that they are willing to do whatever it takes to win.

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SPITHA

I can't help but fidget. I've seen all of the other tributes, and they all have such

amazing clothes. All of the girls are drop dead stunning, and the guys downright handsome. I feel so plain with my simple red, grey, and metallic gold dress. It is fastened at one shoulder, then folds gracefully around me to my hips where it spirals down to my ankles. My hair is plaited with red and gold ribbons woven in, and wrapped about my head. My eyes have red and gold eyeshadow,and my lips are vibrant scarlet.

A chime rings and we all pad over to our chariots. I step uup next to the male avox. I've seen him around for a while. Obviously, we don;t talk much. I stare staight ahead. If I could speak, I would ask him if he was nervous. But I can't, and neither can he, so we're stuck with an awkward silence. Most of the other capitol tributes trundle out of the waiting hall. Finally, our chariot head stowards the light.

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RARITY SNOW

Ok you bitches, if you think you can make me play in my grandfathers game, FINE.

But beware, after I win I'll get my revenge.

I glared at all the tributes, angry determination coursing through my thoughts.

I looked over at my carriage, making sure it was perfection.

The carriage itself was made almost entirely out of ice. The wheels that were pure silver were one of the exceptions, the other being the sparkly cloudish material that covered the rim.

The horses that pulled it were dappled greys, at the prime of their patterns perfection, I looked them over, checking their hooves to make sure nothing had gotten wedged in the hooves.