The following shows the sequential order of my Games (you might want to read it):
Every three Districts will have a different event: the first three, obviously, reapings; four-six, the train rides; seven-nine, the Chariot Rides... that should be interesting...; and ten-twelve, training/training scores. Sorry if you wanted to see one of those with your tribute, but... I didn't want to bore everyone else, so I decided to just move it along. Anyways, after that will be the interviews, in POV of the host (still 3rd person, though), and then the Games themselves, starting with the Bloodbath. I can't say whose POV the first day will be in, but I'll say this: each day (or, rather, chapter) in the 20th Hunger Games will have a different persons' POV. And not just tributes. Well, mostly tributes, but not all; I'll also include family members, Gamemakers, normal Capitol citizens... or as normal as Capitol citizens can get. Review and give up five points if you want a certain day to be in a certain person's POV: but only do it right after I post a chapter so I can write the next like that. Anyway, here's the District 4 Train Rides, in Rusle Seblud's POV. Hope you like it!
Sorry it took me so long to update. But I've been busy - and I've been writing another FanFic. Please read it! And again, I'm sorry this took so long to get out. Now read. And review. It's actually a pretty long one. I only focused on Rusle... sorry, Gills.
District 4 Train Rides: Rusle Seblud
Rusle stared aimlessly out the clear, polished windows of the Capitols' Train. He sighed. He had always dreamed of being in the Games; but he didn't realize it took so long to get to the Capitol. And then meeting with a stylist, then Chariot Rides, then three days of Training, then more time with your stylist, then the interviews, then a few days of waiting, and THEN the Games would finally start! The waiting before it was longer than the actual Games! But if he was to be in them and win, he must learn to be patient.
He sighed again. Patience was definitely not his strong suit. I mean, hey, he was a happy kid; cheerful, friendly, smart alek-y at times (or so he was told), but that didn't mean he didn't have a secret. Everyone had a secret. Those who said otherwise were selling something. But Rusle's secret was a bit... deeper. No one, not even his own family, knew what it was. It was deeper than most.
Darker than most.
But he tried to push it out of his mind as he anxiously awaited the train's arrival. He had only been one day on the train, but already he had seen every inch of it and was itching to get off. Unfortunately, two full days remained until he could escape its confinements.
"Rusle!" a shrill voice squawked in his ear. He winced. Svelte Bluuu, the extremely strange escort from District Four, stepped up right next to him. She was exactly her name, svelte. Stick thin, but only average height. She went with a different color as her "theme" each year; this year she chose blue. Every shade of blue. She actually legally changed her last name to correspond with each year's theme. Last year she had been Svelte Greane, the year before Svelte Perpel, before that Svelte Redde, each year something strange. At the reapings she had announced that her name for next year was going to be Svelte Yelowe; Rusle did not envy the tributes for that year. Some freakishly bright coloring they were going to have to bear. But this year she was Svelte Bluuu. With three "u"'s.
Her sky blue hair fell plastered next to her face, covering both ears completely; Rusle thought that that's why this year she talked so much louder than most. She wore a blue skirt, a different shaded blouse, ten inch heels (Rusle still didn't see how that was possible), and even wore blue contacts in her eyes to make her usually brown eyes seem blue. The red year had been scary to see... But from the tip of her head to the sharp point of her heels, everything was blue. Some said that she was just trying to copy District Three's Glint, but with her own style in it. She didn't dye her skin or whites of eyes. In some way this made her look more normal; but not quite.
"What?" Rusle finally turned to Svelte.
"Dinner's ready!" As if she needed to tell him. He was standing in the dining car of the train; it's not hard to tell that dinner's ready when the scent is wafting up into your nose the whole way through.
"I know."
"We need to talk strategy with your mentor!"
"Okay," Rusle sighed, walking and plunking down at the table. But he sat as far away from his tribute partner as possible; he didn't want to get too familiar. He was going to win; he couldn't afford to have any regrets. But he didn't just want to win for his own personal gain; he needed to do it. The reason he volunteered in the first place... er, one of them.
His mentally challenged brother had been reaped, eighteen year old Filser... he didn't stand a chance with the trained killers. Rusle stepped in his place. Besides, it meant that he could win fame and fortune for himself. And his family.
"RUSLE!" He jumped in his seat. Then he realized that it was only Svelte calling his name.
"What?"
"YOUR HAIR! IT MATCHES MINE!" Svelte bounced on her chair excitedly as he groaned, reaching up to touch his hair, realizing that she was right. Well, not entirely, but mostly. He was about six foot tall, sixteen years old, slender, deep tan, hair almost covering his light green eyes. And his hair... it was blond, but it had a few bright blue highlights. The same shade as Svelte's hair. Rusle groaned inwardly.
"Yep. I guess it does."
"I'LL ASK YOUR STYLISTS TO-"
District Four's mentor, Caspian (winner of the 7th Games at age 15 - he was 28 now), interrupted just then, saving Rusle from whatever horrifying idea Svelte had, "So, Rusle, when we start with the Games, how do you think you're going to go about having only one hand?"
Rusle raised his left hand... er, stump. He had lost the hand in a fishing accident years before. "What do you mean? I'll use it like I always have."
"I mean, do you want me to ask the Capitol doctors to put a fake hand on? If so, just something barely functional or a high-tech technological one?"
Rusle considered it for a moment. "How about a hook? I've always liked that. Real sharp."
"I'll try," Caspian began, "But I don't know it they'll let you take weapons into the arena. Remember in the 10th games when..."
"Yeah, I remember," Rusle cut him off, not wanting to relive what he had seen at age six. "But it not just get me a dull one; I can sharpen it once I'm in the arena."
Caspian nodded. Then he turned over to Arabelle Wave, the female from District Four. She went by "Gills" most of the time. "All right, Gills, what about you?"
Rusle drowned out most of the conversation, even though it would probably be good to know her strengths and weaknesses. He only tuned in again when his name was called. "So, Rusle and Gills, I think we're going to have another winner from District Four... finally." Caspian was the only Victor so far. Everyone knew that he was bitter from living alone; the Capitol had killed his entire family in a fishing "accident." Yeah. Like that was true.
Yeah, Rusle thought, We're finally going to have another winner. Me.
He looked Caspian in the eye for a brief second. But in that brief second he caught something; Caspian was staring straight back at him. With a sly smile etched across his weary face. And a slight nod echoing across his features. Caspian thought Rusle was going to win. It was obvious.
Rusle thought the exact same thing; knew the exact same thing.
If you did or didn't like this, PLEASE read and review; and, while you're at it, do the same for a one-shot FanFiction that I just wrote - it's called "I am Killing the Boy with the Bread" - Katniss's POV, the whole thing's a dream. I think it's one of my best! Probably is my best! So read it!
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