Train Rides
Ahh, yes! We are onto the wonderous train rides! We shall be writing/ clumping the districts into one chapter, three at a time. Which will be four chapters! I dunno, I feel excited. Anyways, please enjoy! :)
District 1
Ruby scowled, how did she get stuck with this guy? There wasn't much wrong with him, he just seemed like the guy who would have a hard time killing children. Ruby sensed he had a large maternal instinct by the way he looked upon the crowd: the twelve year old crowd.
But perhaps she was wrong? There was always the chance she could be wrong, though she highly doubted it. She could practically see it seeping through his pores. And besides! She saw a boy who looked about eleven with tears in his eyes as he practically raced up the stairs.
Chrome squinted at his partner, the light behind her head blinding him. She was very noticeable, with her bright, red hair. She gave meaning to her name with it. "Hey partner!" he says suddenly, a happy grin plastered to his face.
Ruby looked to him suspiciously, questioning his behivor. She then sauntered over.
'Rather happy guy, eh?' she thinks with her arms crossed over one another. She looked down and quickly brought them to her sides, not wanting to come off as a stuck up snob.
"You can barely feel a thing on these trains!" their escort says in the background.
"Hi.." Ruby finally says, rather cautiously, eyeing him slightly.
She honestly wondered why the guy was so happy. Why was he so happy, that even his eyes seemed to smile? Sure, they had a pretty good life but not that good of one to be happy go lucky all the time.
"So, I take it as the typical career alliance?" he asks, yet another smile snaking its way across his pale features.
"Of course." she says, a cunning smile appearing.
"Ain't smiling amazing? Anyways... What to do about district two.. Should we make a before plan that way.. you know.." he mumbles the last part, making his hand do a rolling motion.
"You mean kill them off?" she states monotonously. "I guess, but in general we need to make a plan." she says while giving a small laugh.
" I just said that... whatever." he shrugged. Chrome then nodded before darting his head to the side. "Hey, Minnie!" he says, giving a beam that was rather bright.
The escort stops, a small cake is her delicate hands. "Why, hello Chrome!" she says ecstatically . "Those avoxes brought in some food so help yourself."
"Ooo, sounds nice. I was actually going to ask how you were doing?"
"I'm doing amazing! Thank you for asking. It's nice to see some nice people in this district. Did you know, last years tributes were so cruel to me!" Minnie exclaims after popping the cake into her mouth.
"Really? Wow.. Well Rubes and I are nice, right?" he says, taking a step closer to her.
Ruby rolled her eyes and headed for the food cart. Her mouth had been salivating even since Minnie announced there was food.
"Of course! Ruby, dear, do you mind fetching me some more cake?" she asks, spotting the vivid tribute making her way to the dining cart.
"Yeah, me too please!" Chrome asks.
"Sure." Ruby says, a bit of anger rising up in her. She hated taking orders, especially from some robot. Even her district partner asked. She wasn't an avox, she wasn't there for them. Yet, she would get them some cake. So she could be on good standards with both of them. She would trick them into believeing she was very kind and thoughtful.
"Hey, Chrome?" Ruby asks, her back toward them. Her ivory hand gently rested on the door, as she awaited her answer.
"Yeah?" Chrome asks quzzically.
Ruby bit back her snarky thoughts that were going to pertrude from her mouth, and took a deep breath. Placing yet another cunning smile of her face she turned around.
"What kind of cake would you like?" she asks.
"What kinds are there?" he asks, glancing at Minnie who was staring at her intently.
"How am I to know?" she asks, pushing the door open ever so slightly.
'I was asking Minnie... why do you keep on repeating and answering the wrong thing?' he thought.
The door then bursts open with several scientists, all donning this years white lab coat. Ruby jumped back, surprised as they pushed her back to the center of the room.
Ruby scowled at them, crossing her arms over her chest. She didn't want to be pushed around, expecially not literally!
A scientist with graying hair stepped forward with a grim expression on his face. His coat had a blue smudge on it's collar and he held himself in a suppose to be fearful position.
"Tributes!" he bellows, surprised by his own volume. "D-drink." he utters, thrusting two vials into their greedy hands.
Ruby looked at hers quizzically as it seemed to be moving fastly in it's glass cell.
"Is this normal?" she asks, swirling it around.
"Do you not trust us Ms. Luxes?" a voice asks, behind the graying man.
"Tribute." a soft voice corrrects.
She scoffed before opening the vial. She did a brief smell over and chugged the fast churning liquid. It raced down her throat with strange speed, burning slightly as it went a long. The slight taste of cherry cough syrup was present.
She coughed slightly, and slapped her cheeks to test whether it was real or not. "I feel energized.." she mumbles to herself, hopping from foot to foot.
"Drink yours!" she urges Chrome, strange excitment filling up the blood in her veins. This was very unlike her she though.
Chrome looked to her quizzically and opened his vial. He shrugged. "YOLO!" he says.
Chrome felt a strange rubbery fluid running down his fingers. It's gray color looking revolting. Chrome quickly licked it, gagging at the horrible taste. Not wanting to have to experiance it again, he downed the rest.
It tasted like hand sanitizer left out in the sun. The sting of cleaning alcohol still gliding slowly down his throat. The remants of the flavor still dancing upon his pink, fleshy tongue as his gagging preceded.
The scientists looked to one another, unsure of what to do. They had not expected this, they all expected it to run smoothly. The boy wasn't vomiting yet it seemed as if he was struggling. Yet, of course they should have seen this. It wasn't tested after all.
Chrome rushed into the food cart before anyone could stop him, and shoved a tiny, beautifully decorated cake into his mouth.
District 2
Vladimir stared fixedly at Katana, observing her. "Your hair looks ridiculous." he concludes, haughtily flicking his bangs out of his face.
"What?" Katana asks, slightly taken aback by his words. The escort had just run out of the room to retrieve a bandage for her scratch, which she tried to turn down. The escort however was very persistent and went ahead and did so anyways.
"I said your hair is ridiculous, what the heck do you call that anyways?" he asks, cracking his neck.
Katana scoffs, looking him up and down. "What do you call that?" she asks, gesturing toward his bangs.
"Do you not know what bangs are?" he smirks.
'Great, I have an idiot of a district partner...'
Katana scoffs yet again. "Do you not know what a ponytail is?"
Vlad frowned slightly, before turning his head.
Katana smirked to herself, happy.
The door to Katana's left burst open and Muffet and an avox strode in. Muffet's high heels clacking against the linoleum floor.
The avox was holding a first aid kit, looking rather amused at Muffet.
"Thats her! She has a life threatening injury." Muffet breathes, grabbing Katana's hand rather forcefully.
Katana's scratch was still bleeding a bit, but nothing to worry about. Vlad craned an ear in their direction, smirking the way along.
The avox nodded, releasing a strange sound that could only be meant to be a laugh.
"Whats wrong with you?!" Muffet screeches, her orange hair tipping to the side. "You are not supposed to make noise! What kind of abomination are you!?"
The avox flinched slightly and gently grabbed Katana's hand.
"Settle down Mrs. Orange, or your wig will fall off. And," Katana says, yanking her hand away. "It's just a scratch."
'These peope are ridiculous!' Katana thought, poking her blood. She had had worse wounds than this, and this... was nothing.
Muffet looked to her annoyed, and sighed dramatically. "Just a scratch? No, no, no! That is something that will be infected! What will the capitol think of me?!"
Vlad rolled his eyes and got up, tired of all the women in the room bickering. He was going to get food, he hadn't had any apples or cake for that matter since he'd gotten on the wretched train.
"Sit, Mr. Dragnov." Muffet addresses to Vladimir, her eyes warm once she looked to him. "Please, the scientists shall be in with your vials and they would all like you to be here."
"But I'm hungry." he says simply, returning to his seat none the less.
Muffet nodded knowingly before turning back to Katana.
Katana had waited patiently while Vladimir and Muffet exchanged words. She had been thinking of tons of sentences she could yell at Muffet meanwhile.
"What will they think if I have a band-aid for such a minor injury?" she asks. Okay, that was something she hadn't planned on saying. She was planning on saying something more thoughtful, and hurtful.
Muffet seemed to ponder this for a moment before curtly walking away, a grim expression on her face. The avox still stood there, looking back and forth between everybody and then left quickly to follow the escort.
Muffet sighed, collapsing onto a nearby chair. "Where is Karim?" she asks no one in particular. "Where are the scientists?" she moans, holding her hand out to the avox.
The avox hurridly places a tissue in her hand.
Not a minute too late, a handful of whitecoats come in, two of them holding vials of unidentifiable liquid.
"Tribute.. Stone! Please come here and retrieve your formula!" one scientist barks, a slight pause noticeable.
"You make it sound as if I was a baby.." she mutters, walking over. She held her hand out, only to be denied. Her scientist looked over to the other one as he clumsily tried to pronunce Vlad's last name.
"Tribute Dreg- Dra..."
"Dragnov." Vlad says, approaching the man.
"May I ask what's in this?" he asks, his eyes lighting up.
His scientist looked to the whitecoats behind him before shaking his head.
Vladimir sighs.
Both of the scientists hand the vials into their hands, and step back. As if the contents in the containers might explode at any moment.
"Drink." someone says.
Katana looked at it uncertain before uncapping it. She didn't want to get on their bad side. She then looked into the vial of liquid, finding the fiery red color most interesting. She gulped it down.
Vladimir watched as she did so and uncapped his. His was a plain brown, no intresting trait to it. He smelled it and shot his head back in disgust. It smelled of rotten eggs. Knowing better than to defy these people, he brought it to his mouth. The cool glass touching his thin lips.
He poured the liquid into his mouth, and was met with the taste of putrid milk and rotten eggs. The mixture tasted so horrible and was so warm in his mouth, that he nearly vomited up the contents. The potion slithered down his throat like a thick, rubbery snake and burned into his esophgus like a hot coal. He could hear the gagging noises of his partner as she brought her hands to her throat.
"It...burns!"she gasps, her mouth open.
"That's...what it's supposed to do." A whitecoat says uncertainly.
"Really?" one harshly whispers.
Vladimir somehow managed to keep it down and looked to the scientists. "Well, powers right? What are they?" he asks, his eyes sparking up with delight.
"Shall we tell them?" a scientist asks.
"IT BURNS!" Katana gasps, still clutching her throat.
"If it burns so much why don't you quell it with water?" Vlad snaps, glancing to her in the corner of his eye.
"We have to make you test out your powers first." one of them says.
"No we don't!" one hisses.
Vlad looked at them bemused. They were clearly very amature at their job, the way they fretted at small noises made by the tributes. They seemed as if to expect they were going to be beat.
"So, do we test them or not?" he asks, rubbing his cheek with his hand.
"Not." one finally. answers.
District 6
Crimsion looked around the small train car. It was decorated with the finest silks and cottons. Mahogany tables and trim, blue carpeted floor, plush velvetten chairs. Except there was one thing missing.
Her district partner.
Crimson was there when a shaky boy wobbled up the stage, his name fitting his appearence. He was rather sickly, barely audible to the crowd before him when he spoke out, repeating his name for all to hear. She had to look to him in pity, the boy.
Yet then when they first boarded the train a man with a new face came, claiming to be the tribute. Or at least she thought so since the boy who was on stage was nowhere to be found. She secretly looked all around for the small boy with no avail. She thought he may have died and they replaced him, which sometimes was the case. Though she still wasn't sure.
"Where's my district partner?" she asked had like a child to her escort, yearning for an answer.
Her escort the preceded to tell her how he was probably cooped up in his room. The beautiful, efficent train to much for him to handle.
She didn't buy that for a bit, yet her escort seemed to.
Crimson really wanted someone to talk to, someone to form a reasonable alliance with. But she was stuck in the train, riding along to the merry Capitol. With her merry little escort. His appearence so intesely altered it hurt to look at. He was appaling with his beady, virbrant yellow eyes and pale as snow skin. Darker circles on different spots on his body, seemingly supposed to look like craters.
"So, Tivvy... where is my DP?" she asks yet again, a smile still evident on her angellic like features.
Tivvy chuckled, his large belly heaving up and down. "Well, he's in his room like I told you!" he says, holding up a mirror. Which an avox had graciously bestowed upon the plump man.
Crimson seemed to think about it for a moment, and then nodded. A twisted fantasy flashed in her mind.
I smile to our mentor happily. He had agreed to do as I asked, with a peppy grin plastered on his face.
"Threamus.." I say, still smiling. I hand him a carving knife. I look to the bound up Tivvy.
"Hey Tivvs, I'm wondering... is this real fat?" I ask at the scared man before me.
He nods eagerly, as if that will make me let him go.
"Those craters.. are just makeup I'm guessing?" I say, slowly starting to pace before him.
He nods again, a few tears evident in his fake eyes.
I smile daintly before kneeling before him. I poke at one of his craters, they were indeed makeup. "You know.. since you Capitolites are so into changing your bodies, why don't we change yours even more? Would you like that?" I ask, getting up and glancing at Threamus.
Tivvy looks from me to Threamus, bouncing slightly, shaking his head no.
"I know they normally put you under.. but let's see what happens when we don't! That'll be a fun little game!"
Threamus lets out a deep guffaw as he steps closer to the man, kneelling before him as I was before.
Threamus looks to me quickly, our eyes briefly meeting. He understands what he must do.
"Hey, Threamus! Let's give him real craters! Then he'll look like the moon for sure! Let's also see if he was lying about that fat!" I propose, smiling brightly yet again.
Tivvy let's out a panicked moan, but I just beam.
"Sounds good to me!" Threamus says, bringing the cool metal to the pudgey man's skin.
Slowly, he locates a small crater, entering the knife. Fresh welts of blood appear, contrasting well with his pale skin. Tivvy's face has already twisted in pain, but we're just getting started.
Slowly Threamus removes the knife, wiping the blood remants on Tivvy's white pants. Then I-
"So?" Tivvy asks, leaning forward.
Crimson sighed, sad to be yanked from such a beautiful fantasy.
Crimson could smell the rankness of his breath, and her nose crinkled in disgust. "Um, could you repeat that please?" she asks nicely.
"Sure, my peppy squatch!" he beams, setting his mirror down. "Well, I was wondering if you'd like to take your powers right now!"
Crimson tilted her head slightly. She then gave a fake laugh. "Sounds like I'm taking meds!" she says.
Tivvy chuckled and nodded. "I guess... but would you?"
Crimson then nodded, giving a dainty smile. "Sure, when will it be here?" she asks.
Tivvy looked to his imaginary watch and back to the girl. "Soon, I'd say."
Crimson gives him a slightly bewildered expression and nodded. "I'm kind of hungry.. when will we eat?" she asks, looking around the room.
In her district food was hard to come by. Especially anything fresh. She was longing to try one of those... fruits the Capitol has. She sighed, she hadn't even had her district bread! How could they even call it district bread when people of her district didn't get any?
"Oh, well. It's here already.. But I thin-"
Crimson burst up from her comfy confines and dashed over to the silver door. Without thinking she yanked it open, and stepped inside.
The room itself was rather small, though beautiful. A dark, rich brown trim around the cart, a beautiful wooden floor. Fluffy, large blue velvet chairs with puffy comforters. . A long table with a dark blue satin table cloth. With elegant chairs with tall backs. Crimson took a seat at one of the chairs and grabbed a bright, green grape. She took a bite.
She was satisfied with the flavor and looked at the table before her, stacked with rich foods varying in size and color.
Round little cakes with craters in them. Cream filled cakes stacked two feet high with intricate designs, rasberries with a silvery color and shredded roast turkey. Cheese's with holes, vibrant colors and different thicknessess lay on a bed of crackers and various pepperonies. A large turren of different fruits, soups dotted with noodles and vegetables with spices from all around.
Crimson's mouth watered and she got a plate, piling foods that peaked her interest.
Just when she was about to bite into a moon cake as she called them, two scientist's walked in with Tivvy not trailing to far behind.
Crimson set it down and looked to them. "Is it time for the potions?" she asks, her eyes lighting up.
"Yes, and before you ask your partner has already drank his." a scientist says quickly.
Crimson smiles and gives a small laugh. "You know me to well, eh? Well I guess I'll take mine!"
"Actually," a scientist says nervously. "Seven."
"And one of them has to be inhaled." another one adds.
Crimson's face contorted into a mix of shock and disgust. She was excited about her powers, she was pretty sure it's universal. Yet seven different vials of liquids? Liquids with different herbs, minerals and chemicals? The whole thing was maddening! Unknown fluid entering her throat, her body. Drenching her blood cells with nutrients and such.
Crimson gave a sudden sigh, before running her hand through her silky, blonde hair. "Well, the first one I suppose."
"The first one what?" a scientist asks, looking bamboozled. Crimson pushes down the sudden urge to throw a knife from afar and sighs yet again.
"Well, the first potion, medicine, whatever. I'll take it now."
"Which would you prefer Ms. Skyes?" a scientist asks.
"Any one is fine with me." she addresses.
"How about the inhalant?"
"Sure, let's start with that one."
One of the first train rides done! I hope it is all right! Anyways, I forgot what I was going to say... Dang it! Um.. Oh yeah! One week or more in the making one of the first train rides is here! I hope you all enjoy and please review! :)