Train Rides: District 7

Juniper Violet (15), District 7

Juniper sighed as she heard the tempo coming on. It was the unique thing that was important to her. This was one thing Juniper loved. Becoming a renowned dancer.

A renowned dancer was everything she would become when she matured more. Flickering across in bright spotlights on many stages throughout the districts. To travel in a blink of an eye district to district. To perform complicated dance moves that would urge the citizens go oh and aww at the sight of her. She couldn't commemorate life without dancing. From being an awkward kid that was always staying in the shadows, to someone who was popular for doing something that brought happiness to others including herself. Juniper, however, recalled how she became who she was from the day her school decided to do dance glass for somatic education when they were only five years old. She treasured it and continued in her own time.

She pirouetted across the room blindly, hoping that her position would be adept so she didn't have to worry about it any longer. Sadly, Juniper missed and tumbled down until she reached the turquoise rug and left out a painful gasp. She tried flexing her ankle but winced when pain shot up and blinded her with stars. Well damn, this isn't adequate, Juniper thought to herself.

"You okay?" The escort, Aelin inquired. She sounded so concern but Juniper rolled her eyes. The escorts were flamboyants and didn't care who they escorted as long as the escort brought home a Victor. She didn't know why Aelin would actually care to see if she was going. Conceivably that tumble was louder than she previously thought.

"Oh yeah, I'm just fine," Juniper answered, lacing her tone with sarcasm as she stood up trying to walk away the pain; which often never helped but she pretended she was was a good word for no one to question anyone further, course people were blinded by the word "fine."

She opened the door, careful to conceal the shooting pain in her ankle. She paddled towards to the next cart where she recognized four mentors and her three other district partners. The escort's heels clipping across the clear floor, making a rhythm she wanted to dance but she was too hurt to do so.

"Alright, anyone possesses any talent that could make them useful in the arena?" One of the mentors, Petunia sated. Her usual long brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her warm eyes seemed to possess bags under them. She probably hasn't slept in a while because of this, Juniper concluded as she made her way with a wince as she put her weight onto her ankle. "Speak up before we separate you to have a mentor to guide you."

"Um, I have a reputation of dancing," Juniper voiced up, making eight pairs of eyes turned to her."I usually dance for supplies and practice a lot. Since tempo is a good cause, it could help me being agile and quick on my feet."

"We'll talk more later," Petunia concluded. Well fun.

Rosa Ray (14), District 7

Rosa doodled on a piece of paper she found lying around. It at least kept her busy. When she came back home, she could sell more of her paintings for money; possibly giving Alice more paintings she drew to keep her income coming. Her hand touched her necklace that she wore that had a small broche connected to it; a memory that Alice and her brother had a pottery lesson together and it was her first result to which Alice gave it to her.

It was calming to have her imagination fill the blank of the white paper. She made scales of mermaid's tails and the deep ocean water that the mermaids reside in, in her stories that her mother came. Good for little kids, good for income. At least if she ever wins this, she won't really have to worry about developing many paintings to promote. Many of her paintings sold too low for her confront but money was money and she usually invested it on food to help her and her family to survive.

She was an artist and drew whatever came to mind. Rosa didn't care if it was too absurd for her to promote. Along the way, Rosa encountered countless people mostly people complimenting her about her job. Usually paid too little to acquire her paintings which she more than welcomed too. It was nice being noticeable about her hard work in producing her artwork, once an art museum wanted to buy her painting and she more than happily obliged. It brought in her lots and fed her family for weeks; enough for her to buy her supplies to paint.

Rosa stood up, and poured herself a glass of wine or she hoped it wasn't like Rosa was an alcoholic or anything. She appreciated the occasional drinks or her cigarettes often because of some peer pressure and she became addicted to it. To her, it made her artwork more dark but she didn't care. All she wanted was to have a few shots before she finished a paper drawing of her recent artwork.

"Aren't you too young to drink?" someone called out. He had raven black hair with his glassy blue eyes shining right at her. She recognized him as Blue-one of her district partner. She also recognized him for his eyes as it seemed to haunt her every day. He urged her to paint a picture to place inside his locket, a year prior. She also remembered the cigarette he offered her at the bar they always met at. The friendship that blossomed years ago. A recognizable face in the crowd of strangers.

"You shouldn't be talking, Blue," Rosa replied with a smirk on her pale features. "You do it also and plus I wanted one."

"Don't you always," he snarked back. "Don't drink too much or you'll die before you even reach the pedestal."

"I know, not that ludicrous," she retorted.

Vivian Willows (16), District 7

Vivian gazed at the countryside, watching the untouch hills and evergreen trees pass by. She had nothing else to do but watch through the windows. She fiddled with her leather bracelet, Rosie gave to her before she left crying in tears. Vivian wanted to cry but at the same time, what was the point? She knew she had a legitimate chance with all her ahletciness and she could win this.

"I'm astonished that you're not with your district partners," someone interrupted her train of thoughts. She would miss the district, her brothers and her friends if she had to admit it despite their girliness that was increasingly annoying to her.

"Yeah, comprehensively, I don't feel like communicating to them as we're already just on our way to one big happy place," Vivian stated. "The Hunger Games are extremely fun, don't you know."

"Your sarcasm is extremely appreciated," The same, masculine voice said. She turned around to see a boy looking about ten years older judging from his somnolent expression and his midnight brown eyes met hers. "I ponder why I'm still doing this when I haven't even brought someone home besides the the thirteen year old." Vivian recognized who he was discussing about, Peony Askerd sadly she didn't had to come to mentor this year.

"Obviously."

"Do you know what your strategy is for the Hunger Games?" He asked.

"Mostly," she replied.

"Good, I have a feeling that you're competent to make it far," He replied. At least some mentor told her she had a fighting chance. Maybe spending time outdoors or wrestling her brothers (which it was fifty-fifty that she won) was actually a good thing. He wouldn't look down at the part that she was a girl which sometimes mentors sometimes ignore the female tributes in some years.

Blue Flametale (15), DIstrict 7

Blue let out a puff of smoke as the breeze of the train passing by the districts, on its way to the district. He didn't care whether he was vigorous or not anymore. He just wanted to die sometimes but yet here he was, going to some shitty place; becoming a tribute into the Hunger Games where what was expected of him was to make a good show towards the Capitolites. What's so good about bloodshed and so.

"Your going to damage your lungs if you do that," a feminine voice who he hadn't recognized indicated to him. He glanced at her and stared back at the window. He didn't care anymore. That was why he went to the bar in the first place. A barren bar that held all the smokers and drunks who didn't care anymore, that where he met Rosa.

"Don't care," He replied back.

"You don't carry about your health?" The mentor, Fiona inquired. "Alright... listen here kid, I have been in the same place where you endure, years ago when I was about fifteen. I went the wrong way, and I literally almost died from a heart attack but luckily the Capitol gave me a transplant instead."

"So?" He said. "I simply don't care anymore. I wanted to be reaped. I have nothing to look forward to at home, anyways."

"Fine," she huffed and deserted him alone. He enjoyed the silent abyss. It conveyed comfort to him, at least he didn't have to hear the painful cries of his mother whenever his father was at. She drank herself into oblivion and didn't bother what Blue did. Ronald did though, but he wasn't here now. His only friend, though. His district hated him, and they were proud he was gone. His ex-girlfriend, Luciana, and ex-friend, Max, even laughed at him while he looked at the escort dumbfounded that he was even reaped.

Ronald made his world shine up but didn't help his depressing thoughts or being suicidal on some days. He was just a friend who actually realized how much he was worth. It was nice, though. Even Ronald's parents cared for him like a son but Blue just felt awkward around them. He was possibly frightened of getting close to anyone in case they might abandon him and leave him alone surrounded by his thoughts.

I'm not going in order for train rides but everyone is going to get a train ride POV. I'll be going on spring break soon so I should be updating frequently, if I actually have the inspiration to write. Somehow, I think what happened this week got rid of the writer's block I was experiencing. My ex-friends actually did something, scary (as they have the nerve to mock me or yell at me either way). Which POV is your favourite?

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