Ruth Falcon, 18, District 2 Female

Ruth smiles as she struts down the aisle. No shame of her clothing choice, an almost completely sheer white dress that swirls in the wind, hugging her body tightly. She runs her hand through her long brown hair, brushing it out of her face. Winking at the camera. She mounts the stage, smiling down at the crowd of citizens who gaze up at her.

"It's going to be tricky in the arena," Ruth smiles, "having a bath without anyone seeing my body. Daddy would be so ashamed if I were to let everyone...look." Ruth seems oblivious to the fact that everyone can see her body through the thin sheet of clothing she has labeled a dress.

"I think there is a certain danger in someone's appearance. I mean, we are all animals. You look at any species and they always will favour the mate who looks the best. And I don't think there will be any argument of who looks the best this year. But don't worry, I'm not all about my looks..."

"Dad paid for the best training by the best District 2 has to offer. Years of lethal training poured into his little girl." Ruth grins again, more mischevious. "I could behead a dummy from 30 meters away. Swing a sword with ease. Spear, knife, trident, club, machete, if it can kill a person then I am well versed in it."

"Don't worry, Panem. A goddess never dies." Ruth blows a kiss towards the camera.


Honour Days, 18, District 2 Male

Honour lunges forward from the crowd, raising his large, muscular hand into the air. He speaks in a firm voice. "I volunteer for tribute." His sentence is spoken before the male who had been drawn from the reaping bowl even made it to the stage.

Honour walks not with arrogance or excitement but instead remains calm and proud. Keeping his eyes forward, his pace steady, ignoring the side eyes he gets from other males who yearn to be in the games.

He gives the escort a handshake before turning to face the crowd.

"I volunteered, yes." Honour's voice, though firm, has a softened edge to it. Like how a man might speak to a lady he fancies. "I won the competition at the academy and so it was my decision if I wanted to enter the games. I chose to so I could...Well for the lack of a better word, bring honour to my family." Honour smiles, chuckling at his own pun. His brown eyes gleaming in the light.

"My parents had tried to talk me out of it. They feared that we'd be the victim of ignorance. Walk into the games overconfident, only to be killed. That was the shock most families in District 2 faced, that their child was not as strong as they had thought." Honour says, "Though I love and respect my parents and their decision weighed heavily on my own, I knew this was my path."

"If I can win these games," Honour says, "I can maybe help my sister..."


Train Ride

The train is silent, oddly so. Though the vehicle speeds through the forest at an unmatchable rate, the cart does not rock, the liquid in clear viles doesn't even ripple at the surface. The train is almost uncomfortably silent and still.

Honour sits by the main dining table. The clothes he wore to reaping still wrapped around his body. A solid ring, made from stone, lays entangled at the ends of Honour's fingers.

"For me?" Ruth smiles as she walks in, "I mean, I would enjoy getting to know you better before the proposal but..." Ruth throws her head back, her one hand drapped over her forehead in a dramatic pose. "If you must, I will not say no."

The hand that Ruth keeps outstretched, waiting for the ring, is instead met with Honour's own hand. He gives her a quick handshake.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Ruth," Honour says.

Before Honour can pull his hand away, ruth grips onto it. "Oh," she purrs, "your hands are so soft. You could please a lot of women with these." Ruth winks.

Honour pulls his hand away yet still keeps his composure. "I will take your word for it but I don't believe in using a woman just for -"

"Sex?" Ruth cuts him off, "Pleasure?" She rolls her lips. "That's not fun...I'll be honest when I saw you jumping out of the crowd...So muscular...So handsome." Ruth lightly brushes her hands up Honour's arm, along his solid biceps, and down his curved pecs. "I got a little excited. Felt that I might have some last minute fun before entering the games."

Ruth continues to run her hand down and down but then Honour snatches it, pulling her arm away from his body. Before he can let go of her, Ruth rips her wrist out of Honour's hand.

"Turns out I was wrong," Ruth says, "you're just as boring as every other guy I've come across."

With that, Ruth leaves the cart. The sound of her heels echoing long after she has vanished from sight.


And the next two tributes!

So I decided to combine the short intro of the tribute with the train ride just to make the chapters a bit bigger and to add more insight to the tributes. I will be doing the District 4 train ride in the next chapter :D