Okay, so this is a fanfiction games already mapped out in my head. Please read, it gets more interesting.
Gemma Emerson - FemaleGlisten Gleam - Male
Yolena Scare - Female
Tom Ammunition - Male
Twine Cavvot - Female
Kilo Watts - Male
Ocean Air Crustacean - Female
Mitchie Lap - Male
Regina "Red" Formamake - Female
Thomas Buttons - Male
Sarah Addict - Female
Arnold Stuttuff - Male
Mapel Mason - Female
Persimmon Greene - Male
Katielin Bell - Female
Cloth Rags - Male
Sparks Fight - Female
Derek Splatter - Male
Hen Cattopia - Female
Lindor Vaca-Vaca - Male
Clementine Grain - Female
Grass Grows - Male
Semelina Mellark - Female
Match D'Art - Male
A young man with green hair greets the large district's crowd. "Hello, all! Let's pick the first tributes of this year's games!" The crowd cheers.
"All right," he calls. "First off, we have our girl. Let's give it up for...Gemma Emerson!"
"A 16-year-old girl should never cry. A 16-year-old girl should never cry. A 16-year-old girl should never cry," Gemma is clearly muttering. She watches her new district partner, an 18-year-old by the name of Glisten Gleam, be reaped and then follows the green-haired escort out of the district.
"Yes, another Hunger Games!" cries the pink-skinned escort, Lila Buckham. "Before I reap your kids, I want you to remember that this is a tremendous honor for the triutes and their families. And, remember, District Two is notorios for strong tributes! Which, speaking of tributes, shall be...Yolena Scare! And...Tom Ammunition!"
And with that, the new tributes follow her out the square.
Just like that.
Our escort, Effie Luna, trots up the stage. "Hello!" she chirps.
A women with a tight vermillion bun steps up the stage in her clickity-clackety high heels. "Hello, District 10."
The crowed waves a silent hello.
"I came here to reap two names. One of these names is...Sow Cattopia!"
The crowd begins to clap politly, but then there is a noise.
"Wait! Wait! Stop! No! Sow!" It's Sow's little sister, Hen. "I...I voulunteer. I voulunteer. As a tribute."
Everyone gasps. After all, Hen's a small, innocent, pudgy 12-year-old. Why would she voulunteer for her 16-year-old sister.
Sow steps down from the stage and puts her strong hands on little Hen's shaking shoulders. "You got this, baby chick." She runs off.
The escort raises her eyebrows. "A voulunteer?"
"Yes, a voulunteer!" calls out a 18-year-old boy. "And I, Lindor Vaca-Vaca, shall voulunteer as the District 10 male tribute!"
There's an outbreak of muttering. The escort reaps a name anyway, which turns out to be Lindor's, and the trio and their mentor is off.
Gleaming, the District One horses come out in a defined prance. Gemma is dressed in a shiny, glittery, stunning purple frock and Glisten is in a bright white tuxedo. He offers her his hand, she takes it, and twirls around with a giggle. The was she smiles looks stupidly girly. The white horses canter on.
The horses are a much darker color, and so is the rest of the act. Yolena is in a black sequin dress, her hair falling around her shoulders, soft and light. Tom, however, is dressed in one large styrafoam ball and is supposed to be a bullet. He doesn't seem to like it.
Twine and Kilo become identical in neon green jumpsuits splattered with purple. Everything is the same colors. The crowd mumbles its disapproval of the "eyesore".
It's our turn. Oh, wow. I'm in a sea of aqua, sprinkled with shine. I'm almost as stunning as Gemma, in my aqua floor-legnth drape-neck sequined dress. Who would've thought I could actually be stunning? Mitchie hops up and down, ready to hitch a ride. We do. I feel so great, so lightweight, almost like I'm...floating.
(I'm pretending it's recycling) The District Five is a modern mess of green. Everyone smiles as Regina and Thomas hop on and laugh at each other's costumes. They look like warm, smiling, Capitol spaghetti. Even the red horses have yellow pasta-like manes.
This carriage looks like...nothing. It looks like nothing. It is nothing. Plain horses, undecorated carriage, Sarah and Arnold in plain Capitol clothes. Even the president yawns.
Katie Bell from 8 and I have formed an allience.