Yes, I am determined to get all of this back up. It shouldn't have been taken down in the first place! *growls*

Anywho, here are the train rides!

Oh, I almost forgot. All of you awesome people should go prove you're awesome by going on my friends SYOT and submitting a tribute! The story is called Rain and it is by Whispers to the Moon. Seriously, that would be awesome of you! It's on my favorites list so if you want you can just go to my profile and click the link to get there! Seriously, do it!

Raith, Age 17, District 1

I look at the necklace wrapped around my hand. A piece of gold-streamed quartz is the only jewel on the silver chain. It belonged to Quartz before she died. She was so beautiful… I'm going to keep my promise to her.

Gleam walks into the train car that I'm in and sits down next to me on the couch, her legs under her and her face only inches from mine. "Can I help you?" I growl.

"Yes, actually," She smiles. Her breath is minty. I hate minty. She pulls out a clipboard from behind her back and holds it in front of my face. "Since we are both Careers I'd like you to sign this paper saying that you swear your eternal loyalty to me in this life and all that may follow."

"Heck no"

"Excuse me?" She snaps leaning back and crossing her arms. Good, some personal space.

"I'm not going to sign your damn contract," I reply coldly. She turns up her nose at me and stalks out of the cart. Wow, if I get this I wonder what the other tributes have to deal with.

Velvet, Age 16, District 8

"What on earth are you doing?" I ask Sterling, pretty pissed off just by his presence.

"I'm making sure there is no hair on me," He replies, running himself over for the fifth time with a lint roller. We've only been on this train for two hours. I couldn't possibly imagine getting stuck with a worse district partner. If it wasn't against the rules I swear I would slap him.

"Where did you get that lint roller?" I demand, standing up from my seat and padding over to him.

"It's my token," He replied. I blink.

"You're kidding me,"

"No,"

"You brought a lint roller," I ask slowly to clarify. "As your token?"

"Yes," He says simply. What an idiot. "What did you bring as your token?"

"That's none of your business," I snap, stalking off to my room. I slump down on my bed and pull my token out from under my shirt. It's a small, silver locket on a slightly rusted chain. It's my best friend's locket. She was the daughter of a baker and her name was Damper. She was so beautiful with raven hair and misty grey eyes. I wonder… when I die, will my family miss me as much as I miss Damper now?

Taylor, Age 14, District 12

Dream paces back in forth in the car. I sit at a table eating a doughnut watching her lazily. Tears fall down her face and her eyes are red and puffy. She's been doing this since we got on the train. "You need to chill," I finally tell her when I finish my doughnut.

"How can you say that?" She asks turning to me. "We're in the Hunger Games! We're going to die."

"No," I say, taking another doughnut and biting off half of it. "One of us could live."

"And what are the chances of that?" She asks angrily.

"One in twenty four," I reply. She sighs and sits down across from me at the table. "Look, kid-"

"I'm older then you."

"Whatever," I say brushing it off. "There is nothing you can do right now that is going to help you survive in the arena. Crying certainly isn't doing you any good. If you keep worrying like that you are going to drive yourself mad before you can even get in there. You need to chill."

"Chill…" She repeats dreamily. Standing up she pads of into a different car leaving me alone with the table covered in food. I pile a plate high with goodies and walk over to one of the couches in the corner. I sit down, carefully balancing my snack, and flip on the TV. They are showing the reruns of today's Reaping.

I watch as the districts drift by, one after another. There's a drug addict in three this year and I applaud when he flicks off the peacekeepers. The chick named Vencitiy from District Four squeals with happiness when she gets reaped and practically dares anyone to take her place. It makes me sick. One of the District Five tributes, Ramona, curses out the audience. Good for her, but she's got a little too much spunk for my taste. A girl from Six volunteers, which I cannot believe. No one from Sixever volunteers. The boy from Seven pours a vat of rotten milk all over his Escort before volunteering. Now that's funny. Velvet from Eight goes up without any shoes on while the boy actually had to be carried up to the stage. It should be an interesting year.

Walley, Age 14, District 7

I see an excellent opportunity so obviously I have to take it. Ivy sits in a chair watching over the Reaping. I grab a piece of ice from the huge cooler holding water bottles and sodas and silently sneak up behind her with a mischievous grin on my face. In a single motion I slip the ice cube down into her shirt. She leaps into the air yelping and digging around in her shirt. I almost die laughing. It's a classic prank but it never disappoints. When her hand finally returns with the ice cube she chucks it at my head. It barely skims over the top of it and for a moment she looks angry but then joins in on the laughter.

When we finally stop laughing I head over to the snack table and stuff odd-looking cupcakes into my mouth. Ivy stares at me like I'm a rabid beast. "I have a high metabolism," I explain. She nods but still looks wary. "What's that?"

A pearl necklace is around her neck and she reaches up with a delicate hand to touch it. "My mother gave it to me before I left," She replies quietly. I can see the tears in her eyes and feel a pang of guilt for asking her about it.

"See this?" I ask, holding out my arm. A red bracelet is wrapped securely around my wrist. She nods. "You probably don't know about this, but the peacekeepers give them to some of the kids in District Six as a sign that they are 'troublemakers' or at least I think that's what they said. It's illegal for me to take it off without specific permission so I had to take it as my token." She smiles a little bit at this and I'm happy that I at least cheered her up a little bit.

Sky, Age 15, District 10

"What's that?" Ryden asks me from his seat on the other side of the room. My head snaps up and I glare at him. He needs to mind his own business. I continue to stud the delicate flower in my hands. It's a Camilla, my sister who was obviously named after this flower gave it to me when she said goodbye. "Okay, never mind. I can respect your space."

"Well you aren't doing a very good job of it," I say, barely loud enough for him to hear me. He doesn't respond so I continue to stroke my flower. I can hear the sounds coming from the TV Ryden is watching and I glance up to look at it every once in a while. He's watching the replays of the Hunger Games. "Turn that off."

"What?" He asks, looking at me, confused.

"Turn it off." I repeat. "I don't want to watch it." He turns it off and I just keep petting my flower.

Peregrine, Age 18, District 6

I sit in front of the TV with a notebook, marking down things I notice about each of the tributes that might lead to their weaknesses. I doubt Thaddeus could go without drugs for very long. Vencitiy is stuck up and full of herself. Tanner isn't honest or respectful, I can tell by the way he slinks around. He probably has a secret that he'd prefer none of us know about. Ramona wore a tie die dress and then cursed out the entire audience. She has some serious anger issues. My district partner, Eclipse, has a picture of a dead dog as his token, therefore he is to caring and sentimental. Walley is impulsive. Sterling is a brat. Abby is deathly afraid of these Games, I can see it in her eyes.

I felt something earlier today when I volunteered. I felt something. I've never felt anything before. I've always felt like ice, hard and cold. A shell with nothing on the inside. But that proved that I'm not dead. I have something on the inside… I just have to find it.

Jessamine, Age 18, District 2

The boy from District One named Raith… he seems so familiar I feel like my skull is going to split open. I swear I know him from somewhere… but where? He's in a different district so it isn't like I should know him. Or, perhaps I don't actually know him at all? Maybe it's just my mind playing tricks on me. Yes, I guess that's it. I'm in the Hunger Games I need to keep my mind as sharp as it is so I search around my room until I find a book of Sudoku puzzles. Heading back to my room I sit down to give them a shot but my mind keeps drifting. I know him from somewhere, I know I do. I've seen his face before…

Raith, where do I know you from?