We did work on it together. I can forward the emails with our previous avatars if you want?

Looks like we need an Intro.

I assumed you two were going to do different ones. ^^; My apologies.

A peal of thunder shook the halls as two horses appeared. The horses were wild and pitch black in color. Electricity shot from their manes and lightning danced across their flanks, flashing and spitting. Behind them, they pulled a chariot.

Two tributes stood inside the chariot, the electricity flashed from their bodies as well. Each tribute held a blue axe that glowed with lighted runes. The girl's hair glowed softly along with her axe and the boy's spiked and crackled like ice. It was as though the lightning that ran through the stallion's manes was running through the boy's body as well. The tributes' wings shone like circuit boards, veined and exact.

The girl stood, her face forlorn and sad. She had already accepted the fact that she was going to die. She wasn't a career like the boy beside her. She had no training, but this year there had been no girl careers to take her place. The boy was smirking. To him, this was all a game. A game that he would win. He had trained for this for 17 years. He would not lose now. He was strong and he was fast, just like the lightning that shot the air around him.

The chariot came to stop and the tributes waited for the president to begin his speech.

District 11.

Finally emerging from being poked, prodded and waxed in places he did not even knew could be waxed, Will and his companion tribute, Flute, walk towards their escort and mentor. Will took a second to look over at Flute. She seemed to be walking a bit odd, as though she had been pinched in the thigh. Will shivered as he realised why. What was wrong with the Capitol, the tributes were going to die for them, did they really have to start the torture now. Will looked up to see their escort and mentor standing chatting vigorously with one another. His escort was rambling on about how important it was to make a good first impression to the Capitol. Will could be a charmer if he wanted, right now he wanted to walk out there and spit at the crowd. But another look over to Flute and he decided that the best thing for the two of them was to play along. maybe one of them would get out of this alive. Will scoffed at that thought, but unfortunately their Capitol escort, Banby was her name, had just finished her preaching and shot Will a deadly look.
"Were you paying any attention to what I just said. Ohh why do boys have to be so stubborn," Banby grabbed both Flute's and Will's hands.
"Please guys, I just couldn't bear it if..." at that Banby started to sob.
Shocked at her reaction all Will could think to do to shut her up, other tributes were looking over at them, was to barrel her up in his arms and hug her.
"Banby I was listening. Please don't cry, you will upset Flute if you do," looking over to Flute, will could see daggers in her eyes. But it worked, Banby sniffed and nodded her head. But Will could get no break today, his stylist ran over and pulled the two apart.
You will crease your outfit. I had it all nicely set and everything, he growled at Will. Will did not see the point in being crease free. His stylist had dressed him in what they had described as summer farming gear, obviously the Capitol's view of farming was completely different to reality. Will had a browned cotton shirt on, and it was literally cotton it felt so soft on his skin, and a dirt coloured jacket, apparently to represent the fields they worked in. He couldn't see the inspiration in his out fit, not like Flute's. Will could see Flute snickering behind them, she was dressed with the inspiration of a seed of cotton, their stylists had decided. And unlike Will's outfit, Flute actually looked the part. Her hair had been primped out to three times its volume and situated in a little nest on the side was a cotton seed, neatly sown into the frizzy hair. They had made a necklace out of unopened seeds which dangled around her neck. The dress itself, a burnished brown and orange colour, wound tightly around her body as though it was about to burst into a cotton flower, except at the bottom where Will could already see cotton fluff spiraling out.
"You seem to be leaking, Flute my dear," Will said pointing towards the bottom of her dress. The Stylist squeaked and fiddled with the dress.
"That is a surprise for when you get out to the parade, no peeking now." he glared at Will as though it had been Will's fault.

As the stylist scuffled between Banby and Will, Flute shifted side to side in her petal-ic dress. A certain confidence filled her. Will represented the strength and rough face of District 11. Flute represented the potential beauty underneath. As it came time, Banby shooed Flute and Will into the chariot, to start their entrance to the thirsty crowd.

The two tributes, clad in warm colors, rode out in their chariot. The chariot itself was custom-made, sprawling tree roots made of metallic bronze wrapped around the chariot and railing. A pair of Clydesdale horses pulled the chariot, very simplistic and rustic (something that Banby adored, a natural picturesque horsie to match the District), and what trailed from where the tributes stood were gentle gusts of wind, blowing fanciful, light cotton spores like white sprites about the chariot.

Will stood by, smiling charmingly towards the crowds, as young Capitol ladies fell for the charismatic youth. Flute looked out at the people lining the streets, awed by a class dressed so much more elegantly than them on a daily basis, cheering for them, tributes. Not thankful galore for their deeds to the Capitol, but sacrifices. Flute stood in thought in her chariot, was it right to take in all this "glory" just for the bloodshed? Was she really worth the cheer? Was she even allowed to look beautiful and have a confident air about her?

"Hey," Will whispered, grazing his arm over hers and taking her out of her daze. "You like it?" It being the entire parade.

"Yeah..." Flute said, moving her head and smiling eagerly towards the crowds. She couldn't let herself think of the darker undertones of what was happening to them.

"Want a better view?" Will chuckled. Flute turned to him, and he had a smirk on his face. Flute's smile went to a bewildered expression. Will crouched down lower onto the chariot. "Hop on my shoulders." Flute did so, carefully as to not damage her dress (the stylist wouldn't want that), and as she balanced herself on his shoulders, Will slowly stood up.

Flute, now balanced and holding steady on Will, sat on top of his shoulders, like a human tower. She gasped, seeing down the street the magnitude of the Capitol, the crowds, the extravagance that welcomed the tributes. In the heat of the moment, a grin full of excitement for this setting grew on her face as she waved her hands out to the crowds. The gusts of cotton still twirled around the two tributes, blowing into the air behind them, leaving a whimsical white trail behind.

Tribute One:


Tribute Two:


Intro:
The crowd turns expectantly as the chariot carrying District Fives tributes comes into view. The horses are palominos, their golden coats reflecting the lights and their white hair flowing freely. The tributes that are standing in the golden chariot, waving at the crowd as they cheer for them.

Person One is stunning in her golden outfit, designed by her wonderful stylist. Her yellow hair is long and wavy, billowing out behind her as the chariot moves. Her outfit shines from the overhead lights. The mixture of gray and yellow reflect the relationship between metal and electricity. The yellow represents the lights and the warm glow that comes from them. In her hand she holds a staff of gold.

Person Two is handsome in his own golden outfit. Like his companion, he wears armor made of gray and yellow. His hair is short, and sticks out like it has been fried too many times with electricity. His smile is bright though, and he seems genuinely happy to be here. He waves at the crowd.

As they come closer to the end of their chariot ride, they both reach over and touch a button on their outfits. Their backs come alive with electricity and yellow swirls and sparks whirl out around them. They seem immune to the sparks and the crowd ohs and ahs at the spectacle.

I am with Everlost in District 3. We planned the stuff together and she posted :)

Two white horses canter into the stadium. A soft ah, escapes the audience as they get a first impression on the tributes and there steeds. The two horses are long legged, fine, and have softly glowing blue runes. They have large white feathered wings sprouting from their back, which they hold upright, as to feel the breeze run though them. They also have a pair of wings on each hoof.

The girls ride a pure white chariot decorated with swirls. Its silver white wheels run smoothly, and soundlessly. They girls hold on the nothing, but stare defiantly and somewhat mournfully at the crowd. Their blond hair falls into their eyes, their eyes, that seem so despairing, yet they hold a glimmer of hope. Locked away in the depths of their eyes. They where winged clothing, and winged shoes that flutter, as if they would leap up at any second and soar away with their owner. The girls each have a pair of wings, as well as a pair on their heads.

One of the girls has a few birds fluttering around her, as well as winged ears. The other carries a classic traveling lantern. Which gives off the same blue aurora as the the girls do.

Everyone, the closing date for entries is next week, 18th of Jan ^^ You have until 11.59pm to post your entries ^^ We're extending it since we're afraid not everyone has enough time >< And kind of were late to post this update.... Gomen >< Also, if you aren't playing and I accidentally pinged you, I'm sorry... :/