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Chapter 4

After all that talk with Sabrina, Randy and Uranus(wait, that sounds...), and after finishing my chicken, I just decided to chill along with Randy by the table we talked to earlier, right by the window. As I looked out the window, it felt as if nature was mocking me. Here I am, on a train at about nearly half the speed of sound, to be delivered to my death in an outdoor arena and filmed for a goddamned television show. This time, it's not for the bloody glory, drama and epicness that is usually desired. It's for the hilarity, the utter absurdity and ridiculousness of the predicament of the tributes and what they happen to be. Meanwhile, it's a beautiful day outside, and probably about 20 degrees Celsius, which would make for a pleasant day. As we left District 10, the landscape changed from its usual flat grassland with barely any trees around to a forest that got increasingly dense as we travelled farther into it, with the occasional river that passes by, one lake I saw in the distance, and a mountain range even farther in the distance. It was moderately cloudy; not enough to signal that it will soon rain, and enough to mostly block out the sun. The sky was a deep blue. It felt unfair for such good weather to happen while I'm stuck with my grim predicament.

Randy was fast asleep now. Uranus, who was munching on some biscuits, was chatting with Sabrina, who was eating another oversized cheeseburger. I decided to get another chicken leg, and eavesdrop on them.

"...so, Sabrina, do tell me, do you think you have a good chance in the Games?" Uranus asked. If only his voice wasn't that of like someone who has a really bad dry cough and keeps making a wheezing sound as he speaks, he would actually sound like a rather sophisticated man.

"My only experiences in life are all the books I read, and cleaning the house along with my mother. I don't think I have a good chance, unlike the other tributes who probably have combat or survival experience." Sabrina replied, as she took a bite out of her burger.

"And what do you think of your teammate Boeing?" Uranus then asked. So, we're on a last-name basis. Quite fitting considering the relations between us.

"He seems to be a straight-to-the-point and sarcastic guy, and doesn't seem to have emotion at all, other than when he's laughing, or thinks someone else is wrong, or when he's being insulted or is angry. Look at him when he was picked, his face didn't budge at all. When he was saying his goodbyes to his parents, nope, he still didn't budge. When we kind of argued a while ago before you arrived, he was very straight to the point, and he even scolded me." She answered. I realize, I've never thought of myself like that. When you don't socialize that much, I guess no one ever tells me how I act. Which reminds me, how was she able to describe my personality when I can't describe hers?

"But when he...and, uh, you insult each other, he puts on a menacing face. He laughed at you when you got pissed off at everyone during the Reaping. Those stuff." She followed. True, true.

"Which reminds me, why do you two seem to be...at odds?" She then put into question.

"I personally think he is rather...an unpleasant person. He doesn't care whatever he says, and speaks exactly what he thinks. If he finds you something of ire or hilarity, he will demonstrate how he feels about you. He is a rather sarcastic person, and he has a wide range of insults." Uranus described me. Thoughts and emotions failed to give me a reaction.

"I see. And..."

"Wait," He interrupted, put a finger up and looked at me.

"I see." I repeated, with added emphasis.

"You will definitely not last long in the Capitol, what with your intrusiveness and impulsiveness." He blurted out.

"Why would I want to conform with the Capitol? They take what we make, eat what we cook, decide how we live, and kill who we love! You expect me to respect their society, their standards?" I shouted back in anger. Loud enough to utterly silence Uranus and Sabrina, and wake Randy up.

For a moment, the carriage was completely silent.

"Do not repeat what you just said, ever again. Or you may find an even earlier fate than the Games." He said, with surprising authority.

I could not reply.

"I know all about life in the Districts, and frankly, I don't care. You're just going to have to..." He tried to say just as I choked him with my hands. I now wanted to utterly crush his neck.

"What did you say?" I questioned with much anger in my voice, as I choked him harder.

"HEY! LET GO OF HIM!" Randy shouted out, as he quickly ran to both of us and try to separate us. Randy wrapped his arms around me, surprisingly keeping me from moving forward, despite my size. Sabrina then got hold of Uranus' arms, also surprisingly keeping him from moving forward. What a weakling.

"Your personality is fitting for a Career, not some rural boy like you, Boeing." Randy commented.

"Oh please! He has all the talk of a Career but none of the ability at all!" Uranus then said, leading Sabrina to, not so much as to cover his mouth but to cover his face save his eyes, with the sheer size of her hands.

"The two of you will SHUT the hell up and shall not talk to each other for the rest of this goddamned train ride to the Capitol!" Randy ordered.

"Mfrghfgrhfrgh!" Uranus replied, unable to speak with a hand covering most of his face.

"No, not even a single mfrghfgrhfrgh." Randy added.

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We definitely did not talk to each other afterwards. Sabrina simply sat by a table by the windows at the other end of the carriage. I was doing the same, along with Randy. Uranus simply sat on a chair right by all the food, now eating chocolate as if he hadn't eaten for days. Hmm, chocolate. Wait. Chocolate = brown. Shit = brown. Uranus = (your) anus. Anus = shit. Ha! It must be his favourite food. How utterly fitting.

I notice, despite the absurd speed at which we are travelling, the landscape outside refuses to change at all. Panem is even larger than I thought.

"Your less-than-bad relationship with Marcus will kill you in the pre-games." Randy suddenly said, startling me.

"You know that he is the one who will help you follow the specified schedules for you during the pre-games. All the routine. What he plans to do for you. And, seeing how you two are hostile to each other, he will definitely try to ruin you. From now on, be civil with him. Understand?" He said with a firm voice.

"Yes." I simply replied.

"Good. Now, follow me." Randy then said, as he stood up and started to walk towards a door by the end of the carriage.

"Hey Marcus, Sabrina, why don't we go watch the recaps of the other reapings?" Randy invited. Sabrina, followed immediately, while Uranus, who just finished his chocolate, blurted "Yes, why not."

We all then went into a room with a big couch, a TV on the wall, and a coffee table in the middle, which was on top of a carpet. Uranus picked up the remote from the table and turned it on.

"And now, on Fashion Minute! Among other news, Anna Grace is lighting up the fashion world with her..." said a Capitol woman on the TV just as Uranus changed the channel.

"And now, for a recap of the Reapings of each district." said a man with a rather dull voice. The screen suddenly changed from the man to a video of the Reapings.

With the rather quick time it took for to show each of the Reapings, some of the tributes were rather forgettable. There were, however, several tributes that stood out. A sharp-dressed boy who was smoking a cigarette from District 1. A girl and a boy from District 3, who both had red bushy hair, had lots of freckles, and wore glasses. Two unusually tiny kids from District 5. A very tall boy with no hair from District 7. Two very well-dressed kids from District 8. Us, of course, with all the laughing at Uranus edited out. The fattest guy I have ever seen, much more fatter than me, from District 11, along with his much more normally obese(is that an oxymoron?) companion. And finally, the largest guy I had ever seen, as tall as the D7 kid and as fat as the D11 kid, but also with lots of muscle, from District 12, along with the thinnest girl of all the tributes. She had some fat, but she didn't look overweight or obese at all.

After all that was done, we all headed for dinner, which was rather uneventful. We barely talked. The food, however, was outstanding. Never had I tasted such succulent fruits, tender meats and delicious soup. Where Randy and Uranus barely ate, Sabrina was gorging it all down and eating rather rapidly. I was simply eating slowly until I was full. Afterwards, we all simply went to our specific room in the train.

I entered my room. It felt more like a really high class hotel room, if anything. I entered right into my very well designed bedroom, with a dressing area on the other side of the room, filled to the brim with drawers full of fancy clothes. I entered another door inside the room, which led to a bathroom with a rather high-tech looking toilet bowl, a sink with toothbrushes and toothpaste with it, and a bathtub with a showerhead on the wall above it. I took a shower, got dressed in pajamas, and went to sleep.

Not a dream nor nightmare had I that night.