Hey, Hey, Hey! Back yet again with the conclusion of 'When David Met Goliath'… this is the last you'll be seeing from District 4 for a while so a final thanks to the creators of the tributes :D

Bala Eaglehwak – Elfera

Kai Thallasa- Backt0theburrow

Oh, and explanation for the fighting:

Peacekeepers never board the train with the tributes; they are usually greeted by their escorts and mentors. Well in this scenario the escort and mentors were absent. So sue me ;)

Kai Thallasa, District 4.

I am shell shocked, and I cannot think of a response to Flavio's question. What did happen here? In all honesty I do not know; I, Kai Thallasa was overpowered by the little bitch. It isn't right; I am the one who has been trained all my life to slaughter my opposition but I have been brought down by some pathetic 13 year old. This will never happen again, and in compensation I will give her a death filled with prolonged pain within the arena; I can imagine it now: my spear dripping with her blood as I slowly press it into her throat, silencing her pitiful pleas for mercy and a quick death. Revenge is truly ever so sweet, and with that thought I arrange my handsome features into an apologetic smile before answering the inquiry of my useless escort.

'Oh Flavio, I'm ever so sorry. I was just simply amazed by the grandeur of the compartment; I was simply trying to rush around and see it all. In my eagerness I fell, knocking over the table' my smooth words seem to appease Flavio as he rushes forward to fuss over me and telling me how I have all the time to look at everything the Capitol has to offer and I do not blame him for believing my lie, my charm is infallible seeing as it gets any girl I want on her back; but I look over to see that my mentors were not as easily fooled, Ocean is watching me with his blonde eyebrows raised and his blue eyes curious and Mags, the old hag is tutting and shaking her head. Oh well.

'So Kai, it's time for you to say whether or not you'd like to be trained alone?' Naylor breaks the silence that has engulfed the room; I am insulted he needs even bother asking the question.

'Yes, I would like to be trained alone. Sorry Mags, but I also would prefer to be mentored by Ocean. I think he would most benefit me in the games' Ocean was a career like myself, he'll know the tricks and in all honesty I didn't want to spend too long with the batty old woman anyway.

'No worries, too arrogn' for me likin' anyways. I'll go fin' Bala' with that the old woman shuffled from the compartment to find the girl who'd viciously attacked me, what a pair those two would make: The old hag and the little witch.

'Don't worry about the old dog, she is a little strange but anyway we need to talk a little about strategy, no matter how well you're trained we've got to get a strategy together as soon as possible; or else you'll die, blunt I know but I need you to be prepared' I don't answer his question immediately, instead I turn to Flavio who has been bustling around trying to tidy the mess over by the table and turn on my charm.

'Flavio, although I hate to sound rude I can't help but ask if you could make yourself scarce. I'd appreciate to discuss strategy with my mentor privately' Flavio just nods his head and bounces out of the room, leaving me and Ocean standing in the room; as I move to sit my actions are mirrored by my mentor as he takes a seat of his own. I decide to break the silence.

'Right, first of all I'm a career and I'll undoubtedly be joining the career alliance'

'Not exactly, I know you're incredibly skilled Kai seeing as I did have a hand in training you' although he cut across me I smile at his words, it's good when someone recognises your skill, especially when they describe it as incredible.

'But the only guaranteed careers are those from 1 and 2, you'll need to impress whoever is leading the alliance and they should ask if you'd like to join' I hold my hand up, as if to ask permission to speak.

'Your worries aren't necessary Ocean, I will have no need to impress anyone seeing as I will be leading the pack. If anyone questions that I'll ensure they die in the blood bath, career or not' Ocean simply smiles at my confidence, he doesn't question me though just nods his head before climbing to his feet and going to exit the compartment but at the last minute he turns around to face me.

'Kai, I have complete faith in you. I know you have the potential to win this but don't get too comfortable and don't trust anyone; your arrogance will work against you' what? Who does he think he is, confusing my well earned confidence with arrogance? I don't want to aggravate my mentor though; he is the man who'll be negotiating sponsorships on my behalf and for now he is a valuable asset. I simply laugh before grinning at him and replying.

'Well arrogance seems to work well for you' he returns my grin before exiting the room but I hear his departing words clearly enough.

'Well I've already won' yes, he had won but his games were 'boring' and no other tribute truly posed a challenge; so he needs to re evaluate his self opinion. I rise from the chair and position myself near a window; I see landscape blurring as the train flies through whichever district we currently occupy, I catch my reflection in the glass: the reflection of someone who has trained a large portion of his life to compete in the Hunger Games.

I am incredibly handsome, this is a renowned fact in my home district; the girls literally line up to simply glimpse at me and however cliché it sounds girls have collapsed in ecstasy as soon as I speak, smile or even look at them. So I'll be having no problems in gaining sponsors and as for when I'm in the arena: I will kill, indiscriminately and even more importantly I will enjoy it. I am not one of these weak souls who will remember those that have fallen at my hand; if they cannot beat me it is evidence they do not deserve to live. These are valuable skills indeed but my greatest strength isn't my extensive training, my looks or even my undeniable charm; my greatest strength is that I do not 'feel'. I should love my family; my parents have raised me and nurtured me to become the phenomena that stands here today, my younger sister Marina idolizes my every action and talks about how much she admires me as her big brother. I do not reciprocate these emotions, where I should feel this familial love there is simply cold detachment; an emotionless void of sorts.

My reflection is marred however, a faint pink line trails the width of my throat; a cut from Bala. Some may say it shows I am not as invincible as people seem to think, and yes it has made me re-evaluate my district partner; in this scenario she got one up on me, but I now the advantage is mine seeing as I know that she has a quick temper. This temper of hers shows me that she allows her emotions to rule her, and I am more than willing to exploit that temper of hers in order to win. Now as for the other 22 tributes I will annihilate, well they will all have weaknesses and I will have no problem when it comes to capitalizing on them.

Bala Eaglehawk, District 4.

What have I done? I am so stupid, I'm not even in the Capitol yet and I have a distinct feeling that I have a big, fat target pasted on my back; what possessed me to attack him? Yes, he tried to provoke me by talking about my mother, but I've heard it a million times before and not once have I ever gotten into a physical confrontation; never have I ever acted like such a rabid animal.

I wonder how I'll be punished. Technically I have broken the rules; tributes are not meant to fight one another until we enter the arena, but really I'm already doomed to a fight to the death so how can I be punished? A prolonged death, at the hands of one of the genetically altered mutts; or some other gory spectacle created by the Game makers.

My worrying is cut short by a series of sharp raps to the door that separates me from whatever the consequences are for my earlier actions: is it Peacekeepers here to take me into custody? Why would they, I am already a prisoner of the Capitol. Maybe Kai has come here to gain some form of vindictive retribution? More likely but I seriously doubt he'd be stupid enough to kill me here on the train; he'll wait for the arena where he can kill me as brutally without any fear of punishment.

'Bala, open the door now; us ol' uns ain't made for standin' aroun' all day' I open the door slowly dreading whatever reaction Mags would have regarding my assault of Kai; surprisingly she is wearing a toothless grin and her eyes are hidden in the folds of skin surrounding her eyes. I am taken aback by her reaction; shouldn't she be scolding me for my behaviour? But no, the elderly lady seems almost happy; I feel awkward with her standing in the doorway.

'Oh, I'm sorry. Come in and take a seat; ermmm…why are you here exactly? I'm sorry again if that sounded rude?' I am getting flustered, it's not often I'm faced with a woman seen as a legend back home; and well nobody has ever really tried to engage me in conversation before, they generally prefer the hurling insults approach.

'Kin' of you, like wha' you did with tha' Kai lad, pu' him in his place. You showed him you ain' a weaklin', I respec' tha' Wow, I'm being praised for breaking the rules, maybe the rumours are true and she is senile.

'I respect your opinion, but aren't you worried what will happen? I'm going to be his number one target? I'm assuming that you'll be acting as my mentor, so any advice on what to do?' Silence reigns yet again, Mags appears to be ringing her hands and I feel slightly aggravated she hasn't answered my question yet. Isn't that the purpose of a mentor? To advise me on how to escape with my life; I wait patiently for an immeasurable amount of time and then I simply cannot take it anymore, I am about to open my mouth when Mags looks directly into my eyes.

'You're one of me pups now Bala, an' I'll do everythin' I can t' make sure you win. I'll be bringin' you back to me litter' She smiles at me and I'm touched by her words. Pup, a term of endearment; some wouldn't find it to be something worthy of noticing but to me it is everything I ever wanted: acceptance, and for the first time I realize I am not truly alone in this.

'Thank you Mags for your kind words, and I'm honoured to be one of your pups. But would you care to enlighten me as to how I'm meant to survive?' I worry that my question is maybe too forward and I do not want to lose Mags' good favour; since she'll have complete control over any gifts I receive in the arena. It seems that my concerns are unfounded as Mags gives a throaty chuckle and rewards me with another of her toothless grins: she then reaches over to tap my knee, a sign of genuine affection and I return the smile.

'Well, you go' tha' fire in your eyes pup, an' tha' is a sign of a victor; righ' the basic plan is…'

Haha, I'm not giving away Bala's strategy just yet, so you'll have to wait. Now it's time to say goodbye to our District 4 tributes for now. Now leave a review letting me know what you think of our dysfunctional pair ;)

Now, I don't know whether to introduce a new district or return to a previous one? Anything you'd like to see in particularly? :D

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