(AN; I'll start the character's actual point of views soon!)
District 1
Blossom and Brick sat on either side of the luxury train they were in. After a minute of silence, Brick offered Blossom a smile.
"This is pretty amazing, huh?"
Blossom shook her head, "More like terrible. I don't wanna have to kill people!"
Brick frowned, losing interest with her completely.
'Well so much for forming an alliance with him.' Blossom thought, cursing her bluntness.
"We'll be arriving shortly kiddies!" Him informed them, dancing into the room.
Brick turned his attention fully on Him, "You won this before. Do you have any advice for me?"
'Me. Not us.' Blossom noted with a grimace.
Him tapped a sharp red finger on his bearded chin, "You've been preparing for this your whole lives. Follow your instincts..."
He leaned towards Brick and muttered, "And always have the weakest link on your team. It's good to have one or two expendable people."
"What was that last part?" Blossom asked.
Him smiled brightly at her, "And always have someone watching your back. Never underestimate the power of partnership! Ta ta darlings!"
Him twirled out of the room and Brick smiled at Blossom again.
"So, do you want to be partners?" He asked, holding out his hand.
She looked at him skeptically, but then he gave her a charming look that made her heart melt.
"Partners." She nodded, taking his hand.
District 2
"Er, excuse me. Your name is DeeDee, correct?" Dexter asked the girl who was counting the number of lines on the roof of the train.
She nodded with a smile, "Uh huh, and you're Dexter. You're that strange boy who's house keeps on blowing up."
His eyebrow twitched in annoyance, "Yes, that would be me. Anyways, how do you plan on surviving? No offense, but you just don't seem... able to defend yourself."
She giggled, "That's for me to know and you to find out. Do you wanna take a look at the other tributes?"
I frowned at her, "There's not a TV in the room."
She giggled again, "Whoopsie! I guess we'll have to wait until we get to the hotel room!"
Dexter fell silent, wandering how many of the other tributes would be a huge threat.
"Wanna play twenty questions?" The girl asked Dexter after a while.
The boy in the lab coat rolled his eyes, "Not right now."
"Oh... so how about now?" She asked.
'This was going to be a long ride.' The boy thought miserably.
District 3
Blaze sat rigid in his seat as Brat started to stroke his chest and whisper sweet nothings into his ear.
"Will you cut it out?" He hissed after a minute, standing up.
The girl grinned, "I'm just having a little fun. You need to relaaaax."
She attempted to pull him back down to his seat, but he recoiled.
"Stop it already! We should be planning!" Blaze exclaimed.
Brat sighed, "Planning what exactly? The capitol people will be telling us what our every move will be until we get to the actual game. Until the training, I'm not gonna do anything but chill."
Sedusa entered the room wearing a wicked smile.
"Hello pets, are you two getting along?" She asked, pouring herself a glass of red wine.
"Well, I'm trying I don't know about Mr. Sourpuss over there." Brat laughed.
Sedusa shook her head in amusement, "You two should stick together if you want to survive. Oh, and Brat, honey, make sure you give the audience a great view of the goods. You'll get more sponsors than you can count."
Brat saluted, "Already on it, ma'am."
"Anything I should know?" Blaze asked, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor.
Sedusa walked up to him and gave him her glass of wine.
"Loosen up, babe. If you don't get rid of that stick up your ass you won't get any sponsors. And you need sponsors of you plan on surviving."
"You're wasting your breath. The day he stops being a tight ass, hell'll freeze over." Brat sniggered.
Blaze glared at her as he accepted the glass of wine.
District 4
"You're going to be the one to kill me, aren't you?" Buttercup asked Butch.
Butch snorted, "Don't go all paranoid on me."
Buttercup continued to eye him suspiciously.
He made an impatient noise in the back of his throat, "I swear not to kill you if you don't try to kill me. There, happy?"
"Overjoyed." She monotoned, resting her head in her hands.
"Is Buttercup getting depressed?" Ace cackled as he entered the room.
"That's a big word for you Francis." She growled.
Ace scowled at her, "Shut up. Anyway, we should be gettin' to the Capitol in about twenty minutes."
Ace made a move to leave, but Butch stopped him.
"Wait! You won this last year, how'd you do it?"
Ace's expression went very dark, "I turned into a monster. I was more animal than man by the end of it. If you want advice, all I've got is don't let go of who you truly are."
Buttercup scoffed, "Will you go take your Disney bull shit and get out?"
District 5
"Get away from me!" Belle shrieked, throwing an empty glass at Blake's head.
"Would you chill the fuck out? I'm just trying to have some fun." He laughed, attempting to pinch her ass again.
She punched him in the face and he hissed in pain as his nose started bleeding.
"Bitch!" He yelled.
"Pervert!" She retorted.
"Blake, Belle! Would you two calm down?!" Ms. Bellum exclaimed, entering in the room.
"I'll calm down when that bastard learns to keep his hands to himself!" Belle said shrilly.
Blake rolled his eyes, "You used to love it when I touched you!"
Belle shrieked, "When we were together! I dumped your sorry ass!"
Ms. Bellum sighed, "You two need to play nice. You won't get any sponsors if you're always yelling at each other."
"Then what do you suggest we do?" Belle demanded.
Ms. Bellum shrugged, "Play the whole ex-es angle. But be good-natured about it. Teasing is acceptable. Arguing is not."
"You expect me to get a long with that?!" Belle asked repugnantly.
Blake was now flipping her off behind Ms. Bellum's back.
Ms. Bellum nodded, "It's either that or death. You're decision."
Belle reluctantly took Blake's hand.
District 6
Bunny was watching Bandit shove a flask filled with alcohol in it in his pocket.
"You really shouldn't steal from them." Bunny muttered quietly.
Bandit threw a heated glare in her direction, "Mind your own business Bun-Bun."
She gulped, "I-it's Bunny."
He rolled his eyes, "Like it matters."
"Alright children," Grim said, entering the room, "We'll be dere in 'bout half an hour. Try not to kill each odder till then."
"Hold on!" Bunny called after him.
"What? I'm a very busy man." He told her, irritably.
Bandit gave a snort of laughter, "Please, the high light of your year is picking whch two kids are going to be murdered. You're a nobody."
Grim cuffed him on the back of the head, "Shut it you little twit."
"Um, excuse me, Mr. Grim, but do you have any advice for us?" Bunny asked timidly.
Grim gave a bark of laughter, "Advice? How 'bout you make friends with Mr. Smart Ass here and you two come up with your own advice. I've got noting."
Grim left and Bunny gave Bandit an expectant look.
Bandit caught it and just shook his head, "Not happening Bun-Bun."
District 7
"I know you, don't I?" Billy asked Mandy.
Mandy glared at him, "No."
He laughed, "Yes I do! You were my best friend when we were little!"
"No I wasn't." She argued, a faint blush touching her cheeks.
He laughed again, "Yes you were! You used to come to my house every day!"
She sighed, "Sure. Whatever you say."
"Wanna be my ally?" He asked and Mandy almost laughed.
"No, and no one else will want to team up with you either. So why don't you do the world a favor and SHUT UP!" She growled.
He was silent for a minute before laughing, "You got me! For a minute there I thought you were serious!"
Mandy groaned and started to rub her temples.
District 8
Brute glared at the boy beside her.
"Om... Om... Om... O-"
"Would you stop that?!" Brute finally snapped.
Bane uncrossed his legs and opened his eyes, "If it bothers you that much, sure."
"What were you doing in the first place?" She asked, deeply annoyed for whatever reason.
"Meditating. I find it can be quite helpful in situations such as these." He said.
"Well it's annoying as fuck." She growled.
Bane shook his head, "Maybe you should try it. Perhaps then you would not be so... tense."
She scowled at him, "The day I do whatever the fuck that was, the capitol will send every district a thousand turkeys once a week."
"Such a closed minded girl." He sighed, sadly.
"What the hell did you just call me?" Brute hissed.
Ms. Bitters then entered the room, "You! Girl! Shut up, your giving me a migraine. Oh, and we'll be arriving in ten minutes. Try not to do anything stupid until then."
"Bitch." Brute said under her breath as Ms. Bitters left.
"I heard that!" She screeched.
District 9
Berserk was playing with her hair when Beck finally looked at her.
"We'll have to kill each other you know." He said bluntly.
Berserk gave a surprised little yelp and dropped the compact she was holding.
"No we won't!" She gasped.
He gave her a look, "Sure we will. That or someone else will. We're both going to die for the capitol's amusement."
She shushed him, "Are you crazy? They could be listening!"
He snorted, "What are they going to do, kill me? I'll be dead soon enough."
"You need to be more positive. Anyone could win this, so we have just as much of a chance as all the other tributes." Berserk said brightly.
"That's what the capitol wants you to believe. Smart people know that districts one and two are the only ones that have a real chance." Beck said seriously.
Berserk scoffed, "Then why does every district have at least one previous victor?"
"They got lucky." Beck mumbled.
Berserk tried to cheer him up, "Well, we could get lucky too."
Beck shook his head, "Nope. We're going to be slaughtered, and a day or two after we die... all memories of us will just fade away."
District 10
Boomer glanced at the weeping girl with distaste.
"Get a grip already. You're making yourself look like easy prey." He droned.
Bubbles scowled at him through tear filled eyes, "Oh well! Why does it matter if I look weak or not? I'm gonna die either way!"
Boomer made an impatient noise, "Aren't you that girl that's always smiling? And never crying? How about you go back to that before I cut off my fucking ears."
"Well you're not exactly a bucket of sun shine yourself, buddy." Bubbles retorted.
"Am I supposed to be? My older brother just watched me get sent of to certain death. But did he do anything? No! He just stood there! Bastard didn't even have the balls to visit me after the reaping." He muttered spitefully.
Bubbles stopped crying and looked at the boy sympathetically.
She put his hand on his shoulder, "Hey. It'll be alright. When you get back you can yell at him then."
He was about to laugh in her face when he saw the sincerity in her eyes and the determination in her smile.
He smiled back and chuckled, "Sure. Why not?"
District 11
"I'm telling you Gaz. You're just not as intimidating as you think. I mean, at first, when I thought we would have to be partners, I thought you were going to kill me the first five seconds into the game! But after talking to you for a while, you're just a scared little girl underneath all that goth, aren't you?" Dib rambled to the purple haired girl.
Gaz glared down at him, "WE AREN'T PARTNERS! You got that Dib? And after all that, I will be trying to kill you within the first five seconds of the game."
Dib sat down, speechless.
The shock didn't last long, unfortunately.
"Well, damn. You've got quite the temper on you! I suppose that will be good in the games, though. Because, you Gaz, yes you are not someone who's going to hesitate on cutting off someone's head. With my brains and your ruthlessness, we'll be invincible! Good thing we're partners."
Gaz opened her mouth to yell at him again, but Nergal walked in at that exact moment.
"Okay, kids. We'll be at the capitol in a few minutes." He informed them, turning to walk back out."
Dib stopped him, "Hold on a second! Nergal, right? You won this before, got any words of wisdom for me and my partner here?"
Gaz bared her teeth and growled at him.
Nergal tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Well, all I've got at the moment is not to second guess your instincts. You're wild side takes over in the arena and you just have to roll with it."
Dib nodded, "Will do! I always thought of myself as a wild man. I doubt I'll change that much in there. Although, how would I know? This is going to be my first time doing something so daring-"
Gaz cut him off, "Shut up before I remove your fucking tongue."
District 12
Robin sat on the train next to Mitch, crying silently on his shoulder.
"It'll be okay Robbie, I won't let anyone touch you." Mitch promised, stroking her hair.
Robin nodded, wiping her eyes, "I know! But you and I both know that when it comes down to it, the odds aren't in our favor. Best scenario, we get murdered with a swift arrow or bullet to the head within the first day. Worst case, we end up being the last two survivors and have to kill each other."
Mitch gave her a look, "Let's just focus on the possible positive outcomes. Umm... let's say the train crashes and everyone dies except us. Then we are forced to spend the rest of our lives on the run."
"That's our best option? Not sounding so hot Mitch." Robin laughed slightly.
"There's our girl! And Mitch, you just, you just were so great!" Professor Utonium slurred, entering the room.
Robin sneered at the man, "Ugh. Are you always hammered?"
The professor was taken aback, "I'm not, I'm not drunk! You, you silly little boy!"
Mitch covered his mouth to keep from laughing.
Robin gaped at him, outraged.
"I'm not a boy you imbecile!"
The professor opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get it out, he face planted onto the floor.
Robin and Mitch exchanged a look that clearly said, 'We're screwed.'
(AN; This chapter was supposed to help you get to know the characters a little better. I'll try to make the next chapter better! Review!)