Ryder
Ryder watched as some of the other tributes were remade into there chosen personas and things. He hoped that his designers wouldn't go too far with he and his female counterpart's costumes. When they came back from remaking her, they got him up and got him into a depressingly dirty minor's uniform. The painted runes and random things in coal dust on his arms and face. The girl had a similar uniform. They were given pickaxes and hardhats.
"Make sure to show off your bravado..." said one of his designers in her annoyingly high pitched capital accent.
When they boarded the chariot, they were greeted with a jolt of movement as the chariot came to a start. They rolled behind the District 11 chariot, Ryder could tell that underneath the smiling and the waving, they were just as miserable as they were.
Ryder and his feminine co-star waved and smiled, laughing as the capital pigs would throw roses and blow kisses. Those ignorant, multicolored animals - he thought to himself.
As the chariots rolled out of view. Ryder let out a huge sigh of relief as he exited. The other tributes were just as relieved. He remembered what Veronica had told him,
"Make yourself know, it helps to give them what they want. That's what I did, but of course in my year they had us completely naked covered in coal dust. Just don't go over the top." he liked Veronica, she was not totally stoic about the games. And she retained her sense of humor.
Ryder looked one last time at the tributes before leaving the Remake Center, the competition was tough. The other district tributes looked strong, but Ryder didn't doubt himself.
I will make them remember me - he thought to himself
No one will forget District 12
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