Maybe it was because she was a cynic, but Moira was very unimpressed with the train. They were supposed to be lavish, maybe as some kind of apology to the tributes or maybe so they'd be spoiled and killed that much easier. But it wasn't much nicer than Bise's house, and the experience was definitely skewed by Lartius's crying. He was sobbing and clutching his own knees, it was heartbreaking. Moira wanted to hug him, to try and comfort him. He was so young. When Moira was thirteen, her life was still somewhat normal. She was hungry, but most people in her district were. Her mother could still walk, so they were still surviving. Hell, she was still a virgin at that age. Lartius was going to die before he had any substantial joy. Maybe it was cruel, but Moira knew she couldn't help him. She wasn't going to make any emotional attachments to any other competitor, that would be the stupidest thing she could think of. The Capital representative, Gliese Renfrewshire, was talking to him about how the games would be a good experience and how the winner would be set for life. Lartius was from three, he already was set for life. Moira tried not to listen, but it was difficult to completely tune it out. Phrases like, 'I'll never see my sister again,' 'You should feel lucky,' and 'I'm gonna die on the first day' were difficult to ignore.
Moira started into space until she noticed a man in the train car. She didn't know how long he had been there, but he definitely wasn't there when she got there. He was handsome. Dark skin, toned enough that she could tell he had an impressive body with all his clothes on, and he looked like the kind of guy who knew how to handle himself. Moira remembered him from four years ago when he won the games. His name was Nino, and he was fucking intense. It was kind of a turn on to meet someone who looked like they could tie you up and tear you apart. Moira got up and walked towards him, smiling just slightly sultrily.
"I didn't know you'd be our mentor. Your games were thrilling." If Moira was going to be spending the next few days with this guy, she might as well have some fun with him. Nino didn't seem to care much, he brushed passed her and said in a flat tone,
"Stop flirting. My boyfriend's killed people too." Moira was disappointed, but maybe not having that distraction would be a good thing. She could surely find someone else to relive her tension, and if not, she knew how to do it herself. Her eyes followed him as he confidently walked over to Gliese and Lartius. "You look defeated already. That's fine, 23 people die. You won't be alone." Damn. He really was intense. Wasn't his job to get herself or Lartius to win? Although, if he'd already given up on Lartius, that meant he would be focusing all of his attention on Moira. That would be good for her, no matter how demonic she felt for thinking that. Lartius cried harder, so Nino rolled his eyes and sat down on one of the couch chairs. Moira expected him to say something else, or to at least pay attention to the people around him, but he didn't. Moira, wanting to stay on what she thought was his good side, decided to leave him alone. She made herself busy with a glass of scotch and the image of three out her window zooming away.
I had an idea of who I want to win, but now I'm not really sure, so if you guys have opinions about that feel free to PM me.