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Celestial:
Sigh. Hover-car traffic is flat out awful these days. I had my large backpack shrunk down and in my pocket, and I was trying to hitch a hover-cab. When I was finally able to flag one down, the miserable driver asked me where I was going. I told him to take me to the Panem Central Station, and in reply he told me the fortune of money I owed him. I handed it over ruefully, and then we were off.
We finally got down to the station, and I bolted out of the cab faster than a mockingjay from a tracker jacker. I bought one ticket to District 11, and the ticket robot eyed me like something in last month's garbage disposal. I shrugged and made my way to the large metal train, taking my seat. I twirled my dark hair between my fingers boredly, and my purple eyes stared back at me from the window. Then someone took a seat next to me, and I rolled my eyes. He was maybe 16, with wild-'n-wavy white hair and red eyes. My friends and I called people like him Cappies, because they're so into the capital's way of life, and mainly because they're full of themselves.
"Hey darlin', I'd say God bless you, but it looks like he already has!" Wink wink nudge.
Yup. Totally full of himself.
I rolled my eyes to stare out the window again. This was going to be a long ride.
Quince:
"Hail, Meat-Provider, Lord of District 13!" Gale, the only person other than Prim that I am extremely close to, greets me by waving his spoon as I enter Sae's.
"I'm glad someone around here actually understands my all-powerful mightiness." I punch him in the arm, as a friend would do. "But on a more serious note, Gale, something has gone horribly wrong for you." I say and pause.
"What's goin' on, Quince?" Gale totally buys it.
"This is the third time I've come home with meat and you haven't!" I say laughing, "You need to step up your game, buddy."
"Yeah, just shut it and eat your stew." Gale says, disappointed but cheerful.
Cinna, behind the stew pot, throws me a spoon as I sit down next to Gale.
"Nice catch." Cinna says, walking over to our table with two bowls of hot stew. He hands one to me and takes a seat. "Did you two ever notice how much you look alike?"
Gale and I eye each other up and down, like we're mirror images. A long pause passes before anyone says a word. Then, finally, Gale speaks. "Holy crap! Dude, we do look alike. Well not exactly, you remind me of Katniss, my old friend, but Cinna is right."
Celestial:
When the train finally stopped at District 11, (3 days later, might I add) I had met more Cappies than I had ever wanted to know. I almost got jumped in my sleep on the first night by my lovely train-seat buddy. Gag. The last day had been lovely and peaceful though, considering that Cappies wouldn't go anywhere near where I was headed. I was headed where no Capital man had entered!! Other than Effie Trinket, of course.
I stepped out of the exit and onto the dry, dusty dirt…which is extremely dirty. I leaned down to roll my pant-legs up. When I looked up again, just about every eye in the orchard was focused on me. Unwillingly and accidentally, I flinched at the sight of their sad, sullen, malnourished, and now surprised faces. I grinned sheepishly and asked to no one in particular;
"Which way to District 12?"
Quince:
I had thought about what Cinna had discovered while we ate in a rather awkward silence. My thoughts were mostly about the girl Gale had mentioned, Katniss. Who was this Katniss and why does the name sound familiar? I decided to ask, no harm in it right? That's what I thought, anyway.
"Who's the Katniss girl?"
Gale almost burst into tears when I mentioned the girl. I bet she was, or is, his girlfriend. That's just a little odd. My best friend's girlfriend looks exactly like me, according to him anyway.
"I'd rather not talk about her." Gale said, now in a full-blown sob.
"I'm sorry, I was just wondering." I say, and put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him as best I could.
Right then Cinna leaned over and whispered something in my ear, "Come to my tree-shelter tomorrow and I'll explain."
HO: Whew. Hard stuff man, hard stuff. XD Did you know 70% of gay marriages start with a hand on the shoulder?? I see Quince and Gale have hit it off lovingly. ;-P hahaha!!
OW: Ha. Ha. Ha. That's sooo funny…so why do you always have to diss my writing, dude? Pfft whatever you're just jealous of who gets with Quince. (which is a total suprize) XD
HO: …….WHAAAT?!?! Tell meee!!! T'aimes moi, n'est pas tu?? Right?!?! Jeez……whatever!! Haha. Thanx to all the wonderful, lovely, and amazing reviewers, favoriters, and alerters!!
OW: *had to have you translate the French* Of course I love you, but it's still a secret. …What she said about all the peeps.
Peace 'til next time!
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