Tris Evers: District 5

"What are you doing?" Tris snatched her hand away from her district partner, glaring at him. All of a sudden he had grabbed her hand and started looking at it. She eyed him, he couldn't be older than 12. So young, but creepy. "Well?"

"You have a burn." Even his voice was raspy. He sat back in his chair, looking out the window.

Tris looked down at her left hand. There was a small but noticeable burn on it, from a simple kitchen fire. Her brother, Jay, could not cook for crap. The teen shook the smaller strands of her brown hair from her face, scoffing at the kid. She rolled her eyes back to her mentor. Tabun Garner. At first, the twitchy man had scared her—he had won the Hunger Games once before. But now all he did was fiddle with him hands. "You're such a great help, Tabun. What would we do without you?"

"O-Oh. Please, Tris, I'm trying to think." Tabun jumped and looked up at the brunette.

Said girl growled and sat back in her chair. They'd already made it halfway to the Capitol, no planning had been done. Her partner just did weird little things, just like their mentor. He wouldn't make it. But she had to. She had to make it back to her family—18 years of life were not to be wasted. She turned to Tabun, "Tell me something I can use in the Games. Anything, start mentoring me." She clutched her locket—one containing a picture of her older brother and little sister.

"Uh... I can tell you this for now," Then something strange happen. Tabun's dark eyes became dangerously slitted, his fists clenched and he seemed to be ten feet tall. "You're not going to get a single sponsor with that stubborn, standoffish attitude. You're too hard to read—are you a fighter or someone whose going to run off and hide? You better get a story and stick with it. Don't forget about your life. By the way, that sarcasm is not cute." Then he shank back down to twitchy self. He nervously dank a sip of water.

Tris sank down in her seat, shocked by what the mentor had said. Her green eyes drooped as she looked out her window. She'd never seen the sun so bright and shinning. She'd just tasted the best food she had ever had in her life—she was sitting in the nicest chair shed ever seen. If she wanted to live, she would have to get a story. But what? She didn't like to suck up or lie. The Capitol's people were exactly the kind she would avoid or get smart with. Now she was expected to reinvent herself in their image for a good sponsor.

"O-Oh." Tabun demanded her attention once again. "It's not that you can't do it—you're just not willing. This is a big show, just be an actress or die." Then he hiccuped.

Tris nodded her head slowly and looked over to her partner. He was asleep. Poor kid, there was no way she would align herself with him.

The brunette stood and moved to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror, tucking the shorter strands behind her ears. She smiled. Then tried again, this time throwing in a wink. Tris would make them love her.

Emmeline 'Lina' Calla: District 6

Frustrated to the rim, Lina slammed her hand down on the table, snatching the attention of her mentor and partner. She started to sign her words, 'Are you people listening?' then she spoke, "Are yo lissening?"

Ferra Ashworth looked up from her little mirror. "Of course, sweetie!" She snapped it shut and leaned forward towards Emmeline. "Tell me what you want to say." But her smile was too big. Lina could tell it was just the drugs in her system.

She slouched in her cushioned seat, no longer having the strength to sign her words. No one was paying any attention. Ferra kept fixing her hair, her district partner was staring at all the districts they were passing. It pissed her off, 'forget you guys' that's what she signed, but not what she was feeling.

The brunette mentor rolled her eyes, "Honeybuns! Such language is not appreciate, even if it is for the deaf."

That was true, Emmeline had been born deaf. Her mother and father had taught her to sign, and she and her younger sister practiced all the time. "Shut up! Don' talk to me like that!" She screamed, standing from her chair. She was young—only 14—but she knew how to be treated by adults. "Ah of yo are so stupid!" She stomped from the room, growling to herself.

When she got to the bunks, she plopped down on her bed, ashamed. She hated when she got like that, letting her anger get the best of her. People always thought she was a loose cannon. But she just liked being heard.

Nathaniel 'Nate' Hildebrand: District 6

Finally, Nate looked up from the window, hearing the bunk door shut. Oh, he hadn't heard a thing she'd said. He shrugged it off and settled deeper into his chair. It was pretty comfy. But he'd sat on better. Then, he heard the noise of the Capitol. "We're there already?" He looked toward Ferra, who nodded too many times.

Nathaniel jumped from his chair and moved up close to the window, beholding the glory that was the Capitol. It was great. The colors, the people, the smiles. Everyone seemed happier than back in District 6. He wondered if he could see his father somewhere among the crowd of bodies.

His father was an actor in the Capitol. He risen from the slums of District 6 and made a success of his life—and figured that Nate could do the same. Though, they did not live badly at all and most people loved the blonde haired teenager. He participated in underground sword fights, always coming out on top, creating himself a nice reputation.

At that moment, Nate met eyes with a girl in the crowd. Her brown eyes bore into his blue ones, but something else about her made him stare. She looked just like Elise—a more colorful and hyper version—but Elise nonetheless.

"Don't go into the Games all cocky! That's going to be your downfall." Elise paced infront of the other 16-year-old. "You're always overconfident, the careers will target you for that." She flipped her dark hair over her shoulders.

"Let them. I'll be fine—I handle my own, Elise." Nate chuckled softly, looking up at his fiancé. Well, they were arranged to marry once they reached adulthood, but the brunette had broken up with him about a year ago. Due to the whole underground fighting he did. "You worry much too much."

Elise stamped her foot, whirling around to look at him. "These are the Hunger Games! Please, just promise not to be too flashy, okay? I-I would really like it if you came home." She crossed her arms. "Promise me, okay?"

"I promise." Nate grinned and waved to the crowd, loving the sound of them cheering. "I'm going to win." He whispered.

Please review. Sorry this was so late, writers block is a bitch. Plus I couldn't find much info on what happens on the train. So, I just went on memory.