District 6

[Fortune "Yun" Paramore]

The Capital was everything Yun expected. Stunningly bright, technologically advanced, and full of blithering idiots Even now, one of them was talking to him about clothing, or behavior, or something else that he wasn't interested in. What was interesting was the young mans face, it had a pastiche of marks around it that were constantly swirling and changing colors, with his hair color changing to match in complimentary shades. Red marks, green hair. Purple hair, blue paint. Yun wondered how they managed to get that to work, whether it was nano technology, where the wires were.

Even his chariot was a marvel of technology. It was a basic automobile, but as his designers had demonstrated, it shifted and transformed as it moved into any number of vehicles, or facsimiles of them. One second he'd be riding in a miniature standard police car without the roof, the next he'd be in a battlefield tank, occasionally the chariot would lift into the air by some propulsion and take the form of one of the Capital's airships.  Despite all this technology, the idiots seemed more interested in fashion, than the fact the future was all around them.

"...so your robes will change colors and design in time with the vehicle. Badge and blue for police, green and stars for army, red and white for ambulance. Our theme is going to be the unlimited options of youth! You can do anything with your life now..."

The young designer smiled at him, and his hair turned a bright yellow while his facial stripes took on shining black.

"...that is if you win!"

[Mave Talley]

Mave's intense anger had faded by the time she reached The Capital. Her district counterpart, Yun, was so young she assumed she'd have to comfort him throughout the process. Instead, he seemed much less perturbed and more fascinated by the entire games than she expected. He was clearly smart, and the whole time they were getting outfitted for their chariot — a technological marvel that morphed into every form of transportation — Yun seemed more interested in how everything was wired and programmed.

Without having to worry about how Yun was getting on, Mave focused on herself. She decided to try as hard as possible to mirror Yun's inquisitive, unworried expression as the chariot pulled out. She swallowed her nerves and set her face in what she hoped was a confident yet open expression, making eye contact with as many crowd members as she could. All of a sudden the chariot lifted up several feet, taking the form of a Capital airship. Her robes took on the metallic nature of the ship and she stopped herself before she gasped and clung to the side. Instead, she mustered the most radiant smile possible, closed her eyes, and stuck her arms out to the sides like wings. God this is cheesy. She thought. What am I doing? But then she heard a slight rise in the applause. She opened her eyes slightly and noticed extra hidden folds in the cloth had indeed opened to form what appeared to be metal wings around her arms. She looked forward. If only I could really fly away from this place.