And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
"Well, if you put enough pressure on coal it turns to pearls."
Sickened and terrified, I feel the plate begin to rise. I’m still leaning against the glass when the breeze catches my hair and I force myself to straighten up. Just in time, too, because the glass is retreating and I’m standing free in the arena. Something seems to be wrong with my vision. The ground is too bright and shiny and keeps undulating. I squint down at my feet and see that my metal plate is surrounded by blue waves that lap over my boots. slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire.
Capitol Elite Celebrate the Quarter Quell
The place to view the 75th Hunger Games was right where we were.
by Kaysa Minox
As our collective eyes are riveted to our hologram screens, we join together as a nation to watch our much-loved Victors enter the arena once more. But the yearly intensity of the Hunger Games doesn’t end there—nor do the festivities of a Quarter Quell. Naturally, the most elaborate viewing parties are going on right here in the Capitol.
Our annual Panem-sponsored fete is reserved for the city’s elite, hosting everyone from escorts to architects, engineers to artists. Here, the most cultured citizens swap gossip, exchange odds and even commiserate a bit over the passings to come. It’s cathartic for us all to come together.
Outside, drummers of the tribute parade flank the red-carpeted entry way. Their thudding beats—like the reverberations of our hearts—echo throughout the night. Inside, power cells in their beehive pattern dangle from the ceiling in a ring of dancing spotlights for those brave enough to occupy them, while thousands of President Snow’s signature white roses languor in graceful bouquets on every surface. Iridescent fish swim in upright centerpieces while guests gossip and feverishly discuss the Games, which are broadcasted at the front of the magnificent room.
Avox offer French macaroons and other delicacies from silver trays—sampled from a gluttonous spread over several long silk clothed tables. (I spotted one District escort eating dozens of light, meringue cookies, as she nervously watched her Victors onscreen.) The sartorial trends are spot-on for fall, with feathers, leather, voluminous silhouettes and lots of hardware in full force. Every avant-garde designer, from Tex Sevario to Bea Akerlund to Jeremy Scott is represented in the over-the-top ensembles of the crowd.
Notable guests include celebrated Capitol Couture designer Trish Summerville, Effie Trinket, the inimitable Cinna and our own editor-in-chief Monica Corcoran Harel. Where are you watching the Games? Who are you wearing? Which District owns your loyalty?