District 10-Train

Samson walked up to the train, a slight smile on his face. Emily gave a slight, sad grin to her family in the crowd. Ranger waved at the crowd, his pale blue hair soaking up the sun. Victor Katie Black walked with her hands in her jacket pockets, a grin etched on her dark skinned face.

Samson and Emily gave another quick wave, then the train lurched forward.

~~Emily Lynch District 10 Female~~

I felt tears falling from my eyes once again, making dark marks on my already tan skin.

"Are you thinking about your family?" Samson asked.

I was taken aback. His voice was rough and scratchy, nothing like the young boy I thought came out of the 16 square.

I nodded, wiping my eyes.

"You two!" Kaite exclaimed, putting her hands on our shoulders. "So, one of me, two of you. How would you like to be trained?"

Samson and I took one glance at each other, then said in unison-

"Together."

~~Samson Asgolo District 10 Male~~

That word still sits in my mouth. Together. Now, there's no way I'm going to crush on Emily, and she seemed the same way about me. It seemed easier, and we'd definately get more done if we trained together.

Everyone can ship us all we want-once we're in the Games, we'll split up.

We sit down in the dining room for a silent dinner of rolls, salad, and stew. I was too nervous to eat much-and I probably will be nervous until the Games.

I quickly excused myself, and walked down the hall to my room. I pushed open the stainless steel door, to the most decorated room I've seen in forever.

The walls were a grass green, with a beige carpet. The queen bed was decked out in white cotton sheets, and an ash wood table was recently sanded.

Maybe I should enjoy this while it lasts.

District 11-Train

Nathan gave a glare to the crowd, Ambrosia doing the same. Standing next to each other, they looked like angry siblings. Felina's fur robes dragged across the floor, and Trainer Mackenzie followed her.

The train door slid shut, and the train sped away.

Ambrosia McIntosh District 11 Female~

"Wow..." I whispered. "Just wow."

"Calm down," Snake's Boy rolled his eyes. "It's just the games."

"You're right," I sighed. "I'll probs die on the first day."

"Pretty sure I didn't say that," Nathan told me. "But you will if we don't check with our trainer."

Nathan and I walked to the sitting car. Felina was purring on the sofa, and Mackenzie was checking his list.

"What's that?" I ask.

"The list of tributes," Mackenzie replies quietly.

Mackenzie is a tall young man, with tan skin and monolid hazel eyes. His brown hair is in a sideswepped do, with some blond highlights. His slim build clashes with his fierce gaze as he studies the names and pictures of the tributes.

"Julie Montage gave me a tip," he continued. "Find the tributes who'll be good allies."

"What about him?" Nathan asked, pointing to a picture marked Woodley Forrester.

"No," Mackenzie sighed. "You want to get in with the stronger Districts and-wait!" Mackenzie paused. "You two, how do you want to be trained?"

"Together?" Nathan asked me.

"Together," I told Mackenzie.

Nathan Cottonmouth District 11 Male~

"Together?" I ask Ambrosia, a slight shred of hope in my voice. She turns to the Trainer.

"Together," she tells him. Mackenzie nods.

"We'll be at the Capitol tomorrow morning, enough time to get you two to your prep teams," Felina purrs. "Why don't you two go start making a game plan?"

"Oh, Felina," Mackenzie sighs. "You don't know about training, do you? Their game plan needs to go by me."

"Says who?" I snap.

"Says me," Mackenzie snaps back.

"And can you tell me why I have to?" I was walking towards him now. "I am in charge of my life! Or what's left of it!"

"Nathan," Ambrosia whispers to me, but I'm already all wound up.

"And if some Capitolite like you can control my life, you'll be sorry!"

My voice must have trailed off around can since Ambrosia had been dragging me down the hallway. She also slammed the door to one of the bedrooms shut as I say 'be'.

"Nathan, you can't just do that!" Ambrosia exclaimed.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because," Ambrosia pauses. "As much as I hate to admit it, Mackenzie might be one of our only chances of winning."

District 12-Train

Miles had a sad look on his face, Millie's filled with rage as they walked towards the train. Susana walks along happily, her stilettos making ear piercing squeaks as they slide along the stone floor. Trainer Ivy follows the escort, in a much more graceful fashion.

As Millie and Miles stare out the window, the small crowd puts three fingers to their lips, and raise their hands into the air. Miles and Millie make this same sign as the train engine whirrs to life.

Millie Oatbratton District 12 Female~~

My fingers amd forehead were pressed against the glass, my breath fogging it up. I watched as District 9 rolled by, the endless fields of grain obscuring my vision.

I lifted my head, and turned around. Miles was leaning against a wall, eyes wet. Susana looked bored, and Ivy looked irratated.

"Oatbratton, you done gawking at the grain yet?" Ivy asked in a voice that made it sound like If you're not done I'll kill you right here and now.

"Y-yes Ivy," I whispered.

Ivy was a type of girl you'd be an idiot if she didn't look scary. Her deep set eyes were a blood red, her teeth pointed. Her fire red hair was filled with yellow highlights, making it look like a swaying fire. Her skin was a ghostly pale, her fingers long and thin like claws.

"Good. Reed," she turned to Miles. "You and Oats here, go take a shower."

"Alright."

Miles scampered away, going to one of the bedrooms. Susana went to set up the Reapings for after dinner, leaving me alone with Ivy. Ivy stared, her eyes boreing a hole in me.

"So, if it were up to you, would you be trained together or seprate?" Ivy asked, a cold edge to her voice.

"Together," I say quickly.

There is no way I'm staying alone with this mad woman.

~~Miles Reed District 12 Male~~

"Your showers are weird," I tell Susana as the Avoxes bring in appetizers. "There were more buttons on it than houses in The Seam!"

"Oh!" Susana exclaimed. "I guess when you look at it that way, they are odd."

"Reed," Ivy begins. "Millie wants you two to be coached together, what do you think?"

"Together!" I exclaim without thought.

Train Rides are a done done! Tomorrow we have the Tribute Parade!