A/N: Now here are the Goodbyes and Trains for District One! We have twelve tributes, one from each District, 6 males, 6 females, for goodbyes. The other twelve tributes will be featured in the train rides. Since goodbyes are usually much shorter than train rides, I tried to give them more depth and meaning so people whose tributes show up in them don't have less than those who show up in the train rides. Most of the tributes that get put in goodbyes have a more emotional facet to them or an interesting family or friend relationship I wanted to explore. I hope you enjoy reading :D

P.S. Some of the songs I'm using from this point onward won't be from submitter's forms. If I find a good song that fits a character, I'm using it. :) I also am doing this by District just so I can get more out to you guys quicker and so I don't have a massive 12,000 word goodbye chapter xD

I'll never forget that feeling

When I watched you disappear

When you made me stop believing

I could fight away the fear

Now the smoke has cleared

And the end is near

It was my illusion

Like a broken dream I was incomplete

But your love was never missing

I feel like I am breathing again

I feel like I am seeing again

I feel like I am breathing again

Zircon O'Dile, 17

District One Male

My stomach is still doing somersaults once I get back stage. My breathing is uneven, broken, and I just want to bang my head against the wall over and over again. I don't know why. This has been my dream forever. Every night, I would stare at the crowned moldings that ringed the ceiling of my bedroom and ponder with a smile about leaping onto the stage as I feel asleep. I would dream of the volunteering, the rush of the crowd as I slipped into the chariot and the interview chair, the Capitolites all cheering my name over and over again as I walked off of the stage. Even Fabula was screeching my name in those fantasies. Then even my Mentors would be in awe, old hardass Esquiria and huge Kenyan and sulky Soren, as I swept through the arena no matter what it was, leaving broken alliances and split skulls in my wake like the footprints of tributes I would track hunting. I would stand on the stage, President Snow placing the crown atop my sandy blonde haired head, and the crowd would morph. Soon they'd just become one undulating ribbon of color bear two words: ZIRCON O'DILE. I daydreamed, I night dreamed, I twilight dreamed, I dusk dreamed, hell, I dream dreamed about this moment even, sitting in the Justice Building with a blinding smile as I shake my father's and brother's hands and hug my mother and sister and slap Rubi and Romeo on the back and laugh with them, and then even share a passionate kiss with Tomas. Instead I'm curled up on a cold plastic folding chair in the Justice Building, not wanting my family and friends to see me like this, broken, aching, queasy, scared. I should not be scared. This is what I had always wanted. The fear that now struck through me, mixed with sickly heart break, was poignant enough to bury me in a mound of mixed emotions. I wanted to be excited, and parts of me were. But other parts of me were so scared that I couldn't move. I couldn't even move when my parents and siblings enter the room, laughing and smiling. My eyes burst open and I tilt my head up to meet their eyes, and my breath rattles into my lungs.

They all pause. Will gives me a strange look, same with Glint. My mother looks sad, and my father looks almost...disappointed? No, that's not it. Rueful? I take another shuddering breath, and I try, I try so hard, to compose myself.

"Just...just jitters. Shock," I hiss, and I resurrect a haunting chuckle from the depths of my throat. Everyone gets cold feet going to the Games. No one is truly fearless. No one is truly courageous enough to look the Games in the eyes and not feel even a prick of fear. This is what this is. Shock, jitters, nerves, butterflies, usual second thoughts. I'm sure Trinity in the next room over is feeling the same way.

That makes me laugh. Trinity Vegas, curled in a near fetal position on a folding chair, fear coursing through her veins. Ha. The bitch is famous throughout the Academy for not only her skill but her ruthlessness and courage. Seeing her on the brink of tears anywhere, and in any position, would be a rarity that few would ever be graced with seeing. I don't hate her. She can just be...well, a bitch. Most girls around here are.

"You'll be great, son," my father says, the first to speak up. He moves forward, and shakes my hand tight and hard. I shake equally as hard, and the hard knot in my throat loosens and fades away. I stand, and shake Will's hand, my confidence returning. Just jitters. It's all they are. I wrap my arms around Mom, around Glint, and then my chest is swelled with pride and I'm backing in the dreams, with people screaming my name and blood splattering across my sword.

Rubi and Romeo come in next. Rubi's face is ruddy and I know she's already been screaming my name on the streets and gathering sponsor money for me or something crazy and Rubi-like. Romeo looks pale and worried, and his eyes glisten for tears. I talk animatedly with Rubi for a while, and then she looks over at Romeo. We all sense that something is wrong. Rubi hugs me one more time before leaving Romeo and I alone in the room. We stand in silence, and then Romeo kisses me tenderly on the lips. I am shocked, and he walks away. Once he reaches the door, he says, "I could have treated you so much better than Tomas, Zirc. I could have loved you so much better." He's gone, and I stand there dazed until the Peacekeeper comes in to escort me to the train.

As I'm walking, I realize Tomas never came. I'd been hoping against hope that he would come and make amends before I left. But the fading buzz of Romeo's lips against mine clouds my mind, and I don't know what to think anymore. I don't need these distractions, but I have them. I'll have to push forward. I encase myself in the frivolous fantasies as I stride out to the train. Once its shiny silver carapace comes into view thoughts of boys and kisses and broken hearts leave the back of my head, and all I can feel is exhilaration. I'm actually here. I'm actually going into the Games.

I am a beauty that once was

Delicate intrigue, never something special

But never out of your league, I've

Battled with this twice now

He came to me said

"here's how"

Spoke a single line

While we dance in our scene

I'll just die in your arms

And my life is complete

Trinity Vegas, 18

District One Female

I feel the parting brush of my parent's hands, my little sister Princess's firm hug, and Claus soft kiss on my forehead as I saunter out to the train. My parents, shaking my hands regally, confidently. Princess, clutching to me, scared I won't make it back just because her best friend Minoa's older sister died last year. Claus, not kissing me from the love that makes people copulate and produce offspring. Claus, kissing me like a sister. Claus, kissing my wistfully and whispering in my ear, "Come back, Trinity. You need to get your eleventh star. Come home. I'll get a star tattoo, too."

I don't know why he was so worried, but he shouldn't be. I'll be fine, I'll be okay, he doesn't have to worry about me. He really doesn't. I'm not going to have some pathetic mental and emotional break down right now about how the Games are "oh so bad! I have to kill kids, oh no!" That's not how it works. Sure, maybe that Zircon kid feels that way. I don't feel that way; you're not supposed to feel that way. Strength and weaponry prowess aren't the only factors the Mentors and trainers look at when they're selecting tributes for the Games. They look at bravery, work ethic, confidence, and the ability to kill, the most integral part of being a Career. If we didn't kill, what would be the point of us? What would be the point of any of it?

The Peacekeepers don't need to escort me roughly like they tried to. I walk calmly between them, head held high, back ramrod straight, eyes closed just a little bit in the way that makes me look prettiest. I tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I know there's no cameras around, but I need to look presentable for Esquiria. She hasn't had a female Victor yet. She's infamous for how hard she is on One's female volunteers. Most of them are just too weak, cracking like delicate pottery in the arena, overcooked by the pressures of the arena. I have to remind her why she chose me. I have to remind her why I will sit next to her on that stage next year. I have to remind her that I will not crack no matter how high she turns up the heat in the kiln.

Behind the Justice Building is the train platform. The silvery train is already there, puffing a thin stream of smoke into the air, its sleek body glittering in the midday light. Zircon is already waiting on the platform, marveling at the train, a hyper grin on his face. Only a year younger than me, and why does it seem like he's a twelve year old in a candy store and I'm going to be the stranger, kindly going on with my business, that he smacks into?

I step gracefully onto the platform, and I give Zircon a polite, thin lipped smile. He's shaking with excitement, and I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I didn't see ADHD on his Academy profile when I was reviewing it last night; he must just seriously be this excited about getting on the train. I'll admit, the Capitol is going to be a fun experience, training too. Interviews will be the cream on top of the cake, and then it'll be the Games. I feel my own wave of jitters sweep through me, and my thin lipped smile is genuine as I imagine rising up in that tube and being deposited in some far off arena. I don't know why I want to enter the arena. But I just always...have. Like there was no other choice. My mother said I came out fighting; it took me more than a day to be born. I just wouldn't come out. She said that fighting was in my blood, fighting is what I was. Briefly I wonder what I would be like if I hadn't gone into the Academy younger than normal, if I hadn't gone in at all, if I lived somewhere like Eight or Nine or Eleven.

Stupid ideas. Kick into gear, Trinity. You're stepping into the fucking dining cart, and Esquiria is sitting nearby.

If I could straighten my back any more, I did. While Zircon was relaxed, smiling, as he strode over to the table where our two Mentors, official Esquiria and unofficial Kenyan, sat alongside our Escort, Iono. I sat down politely while Zircon, still polite, slouched a bit in his chair. There were appetizers on the table, and Zircon started picking at them, eating a few dried figs as the train chugged to life. Soon we were zipping forward at speeds faster than I had imagined, and yet it didn't feel like I had moved an inch. It was the weirdest feeling. Even though my family was rich, I'd only rode in a vehicle a couple of times. With how small One was really, there wasn't much need for cars and trucks and hovercraft and trains. My stomach flip flopped weirdly a bit, but I pushed it away, picking up my cutlery perfectly and spearing a piece of broiled asparagus off of the plate in front of me gently so the plate would not wobble. I bit off a part of the vegetable and forced myself to swallow it; it was dipped in some foreign spice that made me want to regurgitate it. After I swallowed, I smiled wide, dazzling Esquiria. I had to be dazzling her.

She started laughing uproariously, mumbling, "As...asparagus in your teeth, hon!" She continued to chuckle, and my cheeks quickly flushed. My breathing increased rapidly, and I tried to calm myself down, stuffing the rest of the asparagus down my throat before standing. What did I do? Did I run and look like a coward? Did I stay and endure the jokes she would surely make at my expense? I knew Esquiria; she hated the youth of One. I had to make my decision; standing here awkwardly, knees bent at a strange angle, half sitting, half standing, was the worst decision. I quickly sat back down and folded my hands on my lap.

"So, Asparagus Teeth," Esquiria asked with a lopsided grin. I could smell her breath; it smelled faintly of whiskey. I bit my lip and did not recoil like I wanted to. "What's your strategy? Eat all the asparagus before the Games and get it stuck in your teeth so you can pull it out later and eat it once you're hungry?"

That, sadly, actually wasn't a terrible idea at all.

A/N: I hoped you liked this! These will come out relatively fast, and we should be getting through these quickly I hope. It was nice exploring these two, and I tried to make Zirc's as long as I could without making everything annoyingly stretched out so he wouldn't have a lot less than Trinity. These are always fun to write, especially trains. I could write ten thousand words for each train ride but I stopped myself xD I hope this was a good second look at these tributes, and hopefully their characters are firming up in your minds.

Here are the alliances as of now. Sorry if I forgot any:

Careers: Trinity, Zirc, Ardin, Tyberios, Chavez, Cordelia

Girls Meet World: Bernie, Libby, Gaia, Sage, Carmen

Half Full and Half Empty: Soya and Lord

Showstoppers: Fuji, Millard, Ivy, Omri

I hoped you enjoyed this chapter! I just have one thing:

I started a little Big Brother experiment project where I'll have 6 Houseguests. It's my second priority; this story is my first. It's just a different point of view and format and fandom and everything to get me used to writing things other than what I am comfortable with. I think we have most of the slots filled, but if you like Big Brother, I think I have one male slot left. :)

But that's beside the point. Who did you like better here, Zirc or Trinity? Have your thoughts of them changed?

Trivia (Still have not figured out sponsor system help xD): Worth 1 point, who placed 2nd in the 21st Hunger Games (hint, Lucia's Prologue or Anneliese's Mentor Intro Prologue)

Until Next Time,

Tracee