Here my friends, are your Train Rides... woo, it takes a lot of time and dedication to do an SYOT, and my STAAR testing is officially over so now it is pure writing time.
Jemima Thomas, 23
I stare out the train window, as we speed past the land. We'll be in the Capitol by tonight, since we're so close.
"You'll absolutely love it there. They cater to your every whim." I hear Cashmere gush to Gander.
"And they also make going to your death so much easier to bear." Gloss counters her. I turn my head to watch the twins argue, it's amusing.
"Well, I'm hungry. Is it time for dinner yet?" Gander asks.
"It's about that time!" Sparkle says. As if on cue, the dinner bell rings. "Gander, be a dear and go get your female counterpart. What's her name?"
"Jemima. I'll go retrieve her." Gander says.
"No need. I'm right here." I say, moving away from the window and stretching my legs. I use a hairpin that was on my wrist and push my black hair out of my chocolate-brown eyes.
"Oh. Okay, dinner is ready." he says. I smile at him warmly.
"I heard." I say. We cross over to the table and watch as avoxes serve us. They set out assorted soups and salads. I fill my plate with a salad and drizzle dressing on top. Gander stuffs himself with rolls and soup.
"So, first off. Do you want to be trained separately or together?" Gloss asks.
"Uh, together would be fine. If it's okay with her." Gander says. I shrug.
"It doesn't matter." I say.
"Together it is. Now let's talk arena strategy. You are Careers. Bloodthirsty. You kill or you be killed got it?" Cashmere snaps. I shudder at the thought of hurting someone, yet alone killing someone.
"What happened to District 1 tributes after they reach age limit. They get soft on us." Gloss hisses. These two are really mean.
"Yeah well, I'm a mother of two and I'd rather see people get help than get hurt." I snap back. I quickly cover my mouth. I didn't mean to snap. It just happened.
"Two eh? Damn girl, how did you get that figure?" Cashmere asks. I sigh.
"I go jogging with my husband." Cashmere snorts.
"Ugh, husbands. What a weigh-down. Do you ever have any fun?" she asks. What a tramp.
"Yes. I have plenty of fun with my husband and children. Thank you very much." I hiss. She rolls her sparkling blue eyes.
"I need a stiff one." she says standing. She crosses to the back of Gander's chair and runs her hands down his chest.
"You coming with me hottie?" she asks. Gander moistens his lips.
"I'm only 19... I'm not allowed to drink yet. But sure, I'll come." he says. The pair stand and enter the bar car.
"Well, erm. Jemima, go get some rest. We have a huge day tomorrow." Sparkle claps.
"But dinner isn't over-"
"Go now dearie." she says, more harsh than before.
"I'll show her to her room, Sparks." he says. I stand and he walks with me towards a room. I have a bad feeling about this.
Gander Glam, 19
I watch Cashmere as she downs shot, after shot, after shot. By her 11th she's pretty tipsy, and by her 22nd she is leaning on me for support.
"C'mon, let's get back to your room Cashmere." I sigh, and hoist her into my arms. I carry her to what I assume is her room and drop her on the bed.
"There you are." I say, and lay her down. She pulls at my shirt and the buttons come off.
"Fuck me." she slurs. I shake my head.
"You're drunk. I have a girlfriend." I say.
"Screw her. One night, it can't hurt!" she says. She pulls me on top of her and slides my shirt off my shoulders.
"Stop, Cashmere. Stop." I say, pushing away from her.
"Ass." she shouts, as I leave her room. I close her door, and turn around. A fist quickly meets my face.
"Oomf!" I gasp, as I hit the ground. Gloss stands over me.
"Sleeping with my sister on the first night!? You perv!" he growls, and another fist collides with my face. I push him off me.
"I didn't sleep with her. She wanted me too, and I wanted too, but I didn't. Because she's drunk. I don't take advantage of women like that." I say, wiping the blood from my nose. He snorts and rolls his blue eyes.
"I don't have to send you sponsor gifts. I don't have to coach you through this. Remember that." he growls. And with that, he turns on his heels and walks away. I walk to my bedroom, mumbling obscenities.
Jemima Thomas
I fall back onto the plush bed. The silk sheets and the fluffy comforter almost instantly put me to sleep. But I climb out of the bed and search the drawers for a fitting nightgown. I go into the bathroom and play with the dials on the shower like a little kid. It's so comfortable here. I am greeted with a spray of lavender smelling body wash and I scrub down my body. Then warm water and a quick dry off. I leave the bathroom feeling refreshed. I slip into the nightgown and then crawl into the plush bed. I think, i could get used to the Capitol.
No you can't, I think. The arena will be harsh, and the Capitol luxury is to fool your stomach. So, while I'm thinking about it, I make a list. I find paper and a pen in one of the drawers and sit at the little desk.
1) Don't over eat. You'll get sick.
2) Try not to get to used to the living conditions. It'll change quickly.
3) Don't trust Cashmere. Or Gloss. They can cut your sponsor gifts quickly.
4) Stay AWAY from the sweets. Don't get used to them.
5) Try everything during training.
I look at my list and smile. Yes. I can do this. I just might be able to win this.
Gander Glam
After I clean my face, I shower and pull on a pair of pajama pants. Ah, it's been a long day. I think back to what my brother and girlfriend would say about today.
That slut. Ugh, I never liked Cashmere. Glamour would say. I chuckle to myself lightly. That sounds exactly like my girl.
Ha, bro, you were finally gonna get laid. He would totally tease me about still being a virgin. That's Terric's style. It warms me up inside to think of home, and family. My flesh crawls with goosebumps when I realize I might not make it out of here. So I make a plan. I'll become a career. I'll fight, and train and act like a career. I'll kill with no mercy. I'll go home to Glamour, and Terric and we'll live like kings in Victor's Village. That sounds about right. I sigh and throw myself back onto my pillow. Say goodbye, to Gander Glam that you know because now it's going to be Gander Glam: Vicious killer and Victor of the 75th Hunger Games.
I always pictured Cashmere as a major slut and Gloss as like super protective, so here ya go. The train rides. Next is D2 and the Chariot Rides.