Post by Tristan Danio on Jul 24, 2014 22:21:38 GMT -6
Tristan stood at attention as makeup artists and tailors hastily finished preparing the District Four Tributes. Their lead designer, an energetic young woman from the Capitol had been anxious to, as she called it; 'Make a splash!' at this year's Chariot entrance. Avalon stepped out of her dressing room and boarded their chariot.
The young woman's teal gown seemed to shimmer, each movement rippling into each other like a river being tickled by a soft rain. Tristan's outfit had gone through many revisions, in no small part due to his insistence on keeping his tattooed arms bared.
'Bad enough you say I can't bring a crab's left-claw with me through this, I'll not be tempting any more misfortune by covering up my arms, too!'
They had settled on keeping Tristan nearly shirtless, with a chiton draped over one shoulder. Seeing himself in the mirror, Tristan had to struggle not to gape! The chiton's shoulder strap was flowing like Avalon's dress, though with the speed and fury of a coursing rapid. Brushing his hand along the fabric, Tristan was surprised to find his hand come away dry.
The District Four tributes were guided onto their chariot, hearing the roar of the crowds outside.
Once their horses began galloping through the spotlight covered road leading through the Capitol, Tristan saw their chariot's design.
The outer shell of the chariot was carved to resemble a galleon, while cleverly hidden mechanics worked to make the chariot crest invisible waves as the tributes stood resolute on its bow. Overhead the lights flickered and shifted, casting the teens in a shimmering green glow.
Catching a glance at Avalon, Tristan was shocked to see their makeup had an effect with the new lighting: Her skin had become smooth and white as marble; a beautiful and eternal living statue looked back at him.
The moment of surprise in her eyes meant that Tristan's makeup must have the same effect. Taking the reins, The young captain noticed the tattoos sprawling along his arms were glowing a red that matched the color of the brightest sunset.
Avalon and Tristan rode resolutely through the crowds, weathering their cheers on the way to the Capitol.
The young woman's teal gown seemed to shimmer, each movement rippling into each other like a river being tickled by a soft rain. Tristan's outfit had gone through many revisions, in no small part due to his insistence on keeping his tattooed arms bared.
'Bad enough you say I can't bring a crab's left-claw with me through this, I'll not be tempting any more misfortune by covering up my arms, too!'
They had settled on keeping Tristan nearly shirtless, with a chiton draped over one shoulder. Seeing himself in the mirror, Tristan had to struggle not to gape! The chiton's shoulder strap was flowing like Avalon's dress, though with the speed and fury of a coursing rapid. Brushing his hand along the fabric, Tristan was surprised to find his hand come away dry.
The District Four tributes were guided onto their chariot, hearing the roar of the crowds outside.
Once their horses began galloping through the spotlight covered road leading through the Capitol, Tristan saw their chariot's design.
The outer shell of the chariot was carved to resemble a galleon, while cleverly hidden mechanics worked to make the chariot crest invisible waves as the tributes stood resolute on its bow. Overhead the lights flickered and shifted, casting the teens in a shimmering green glow.
Catching a glance at Avalon, Tristan was shocked to see their makeup had an effect with the new lighting: Her skin had become smooth and white as marble; a beautiful and eternal living statue looked back at him.
The moment of surprise in her eyes meant that Tristan's makeup must have the same effect. Taking the reins, The young captain noticed the tattoos sprawling along his arms were glowing a red that matched the color of the brightest sunset.
Avalon and Tristan rode resolutely through the crowds, weathering their cheers on the way to the Capitol.