A/N: Hello tributes!

If you wonder why some of the POV's are a bit shorter then the very 1st ones, it's because I'm just itching to start the games. Hope you don't mind!

Here is district three!

Enjoy!

Your Game maker, Ellie x

District 3

-Sonlty Volt POV-

The train didn't rattle like I thought it would.

The books I've read talked about trains.

The trains before Panem.

They were sleek, blue, hardy.

They were efficient, colourful, pieces of tagged art.

They were strong, powerful, loud.

Coal-eaters.

They sounded magical.

The sounded wonderful.

They sounded real.

Not like these grey metal containers that don't make a sound.

Sure, the insides might me tasteful and decorative, but that can't mask what they really are:

Transport for the dead.

I stare at the green/blue smudge out my window; not really seeing it.

There isn't a way in the world that this is real.

Me? Sontly Volt? District three's nobody off to fight against real people?

Real somebodies?

These facts only lead me to believe this isn't true.

But I can feel the boy next to me shift his weight on the velvet cushions.

He's defiantly real. My mind can't imagine a hairdo that soft and bright.

Through the haze blanketing my brain, I remember his name is Titan.

If this dream is real, then he won't have much of a chance; he looks about as strong as me.

And that's saying something.

"What do you think, Volt?"

I wasn't listening to our mentor, Gilligan, who was giving supposedly 'life saving' tips for the arena.

I zoned out once I realised he was just using this time to brag.

"Wh...What?" I reply.

My nose drips. I push my glasses up. I bite my lip. My blotchy face begins to itch.

Every time someone looks at me, this happens.

Me and my body; What a well oiled machine we are!

Always ready to embarrass ourself.

Never missing a chance to mortify me further.

"I asked you what you think the best method to get water is," Gilligan sighs.

He really has already given up on me. I may have brought that on myself, never listening to his 'wisdom'. I start to panic. He could give all the gifts from the sponsors to Titan instead of me.

And then the truth dawns on me.

It won't matter.

Because I'm not going to make it further then the Cornucopia.

Instead of having a full-scale meltdown like expected, I just shrug hopelessly.

There isn't anything I can do.

"Oh well I..."

Even though I've made this new discovery, I still embarrass myself unwillingly.

Nose drips. Glasses up. Bite lip. Face itches.

"Hm?" Gilligan casts his eyes on a couple of Capitol Magazines that lie on the coffee table in front of us. They're all about what trashy clothes are cool to wear and what face transplant is in right now.

Complete rubbish.

"I guess you would...um..."

Drip. Push. Bite. Itch.

"I guess you would assess your surroundings and go from there, right Sontly?"

Titan's hazel eyes are wide open, staring straight into mine.

"Right," I whisper back.

-Titan Rommel POV-

I run a hand through my platinum blonde hair.

Gilligan was mocking the girl beside me and even though I attempted to stop him, he was determined to bring the girl to tears. Sontly tip-toed off to her room crying a few minutes ago and Gilligan has been chugging back the wine ever since.

I stare down at the egg and bacon lunch in front of me, frowning, trying to puzzle out Gilligan and his motives.

I go over everything I know about him, searching for some clues; He won the 155th hunger games when he was 16 by tearing out his last opponent's liver. He was aiming for the heart I suppose. I glance up at Gilligan from under my long, blonde eyelashes. Something small is stuck on the top of his finger and he's bringing it closer to his face for inspection. With a shrug, he places his finger inside his mouth, swallowing what ever was attached to his finger moments ago.

Ugh. I drop my gaze. Okay, so I now know Gilligan is neither a man of hygiene or wit.

That means he must have won the game with brawn.

I hang my head lower.

Brawn.

The one thing I don't have.

When I was reaped, my hands started shaking, my world started spinning and I swear my head almost hit the ground.

Only the knowledge that my brain could outwit the muscle I would be facing calmed me; gave me hope.

Now that hope is gone.

"So listen here boy!" Gilligan drunkenly yells.

Spit flies everywhere.

My features remain placid.

"Now that we've established that that ugly girl is useless, we can focus on you!"

I remain tranquil, even if I think his words aren't entirely fair.

After Sontly has a bath, I'm sure she will be beautiful.

"Do you remember that Hunger games that had that damned Mockingjay in it? We could do that star-crossed lovers angle?"

"I'm not entirely comfortable with that idea," I say collectedly.

"No your right! Your not handsome enough!"

He starts to chuckle, so obviously drunk, that when our escort comes into the room, he can't hide it. I'm sure our escort is the only smart one alive, because, although she despises liquor and I'm sure she wants to punch Gilligan squarely in the nose right now, she leaves the room before he can get his filthy hands on her.

He chuckles again and then leans across the table and belches loudly in my face.

If I was a normal tribute, I'm sure these actions would have me in a rage.

I'd be tossing over tables, or yelling perfectly pin-pointed words, designed to hurt.

But I'm not a normal tribute because normal tributes don't even have half of my brain mass in use.

And that's why I just sit there, sedately.

"You got something wrong with you boy?" He points with his glass, and brown alcohol sloshes over the side.

"No sir. I'm perfectly fine... Unlike you."

His face mushes it's self together in a look of questioning but before he can respond, he hurls the contents of his stomach into the isle.

"Learn how to keep your liquor down, Gilligan," I say stonily.

He groans softly, as I sit him up right and hand him a cup of steaming coffee.

"Wh...Why are you helping?"

"Because no one deserves a beard of puke, Sir."

"Oh," Is all he replies.

I steal the liquor from the table and pour it down the sink.

Then I settle myself into one of the secluded corners in the train and study 'Fermat's latest theorem'.

Because if I can't win with brawn, then my brain is all I have left.

And I intend to use it.

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A/N: Done! Boy, am I on a role! Which one is your favourite so far? Which one do you hate? Please review because the reviews help me improve my story. Also, which district is your favourite so far? By the way, Once all of the district POVs between 1-11 are done, there will be 1 chapter before district 12, announcing the Quells theme :)

DICLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES OR MOST OF THESE TRIBUTES.