Author's Note: I feel so bad for the tiny chapter I recently posted with all the reapings squished into it. I NO LONGER need escorts, but I REALLY NEED stylists. Thank you guys all so much for reading this! The train rides will be in 2 parts because I feel like leaving a cliffhanger at the end of this chapter. Wha-ha-ha! There will be 4 districts in this chapter, and 4 in the next. The other 4 will remain unknown! I already have a plan for the bloodbath, BUT if you really, really, really like a tribute, send me a PM telling me that you like them and follow/favorite the story and me, and review. Here is the train ride… Part 1.

District 4
Coralie Odair
Age 16

Finnick watched me steadily, as if he predicted that all I wanted to do was jump into the ocean and swim, or practice using weapons. Nope. I wanted to talk to him, about his games, and what will happen when the games are over and there is a victor.

"Who should mentor who?" Finnick asks. He clearly wanted to mentor his little sis.

Mags cleared her throat. "We shouldn't be our relatives' mentors, Finnick, because we will waste all the sponsorship money so they can be comfortable, or anything. Librea, you can co-mentor Coralie with Finnick, and I can co-mentor Cruise with Urchin. Urchin and Librea, you guys will be the ones behind the consoles in the control room, while Finnick and I get sponsors. Each team of mentors will help their tribute get ready for training, the interview, and the games. Are we all in agreement with this plan?" Everybody nodded in agreement. Finnick led me into another room, and Librea joined us.

"Cor, what do you think about going into the interview with a funny, charming angle?" Finnick asked me. "Or we could do a gentle, kind, innocent angle?"

"I think we could play off the fact that she is so adorable and lovable, so maybe a capitol darling angle?" Librea suggested.

"I like that," I say. "Gentle, kind, capitol darling, funny, charming, innocent. That sounds a lot like me."

"Now down to business. Now that we have our interview angle, I'll talk it over with your stylist so the outfit for your interview helps encourage your angle." Librea interjects. "Training. What are your strengths?"

"I'm best at trident, but I am also great at sword, nets, agility, swimming, I'm resourceful and good at finding food," I list. "I think that's it."

"Okay, so try to show that off during training, except save trident and agility for your private session with the gamemakers." Finnick added. "Little sis, you'll do fine." I feel nervous. The chariot ride is tomorrow night, after we get to the capitol and have been at the mercy of our prep teams. Librea leaves the car.

"Don't." I say.

"Don't what?" He questions.

"Don't call me little sis." I reply.

"Hey," Finnick mutters. "I will do everything in my power to ensure you make it out alive." But I don't want you to be a victor, because President Snow will sell your body, especially because you are one of my weaknesses, and you would definitely be considered desirable in the capitol. Finnick silently added.

"We're here," Cruise calls from the other car a little while later. Finnick and I had fallen asleep after we had laughed over the possibilities of my chariot outfit. I follow Finnick off the train and we are taken to the Training Center.

I follow Finnick upstairs to our floor. Before we enter, Librea exits. "Coralie, someone's here to see you." she tells us. I turn around to flash a grin at Finnick, and enter.
"Come, Mrs. Odair," a voice says from the table in the center of the room. "Sit down and eat with me." I can't help but look up at the speaker. The person that voice belongs to is...

District 5
Alder Dawnfall
Age 23

The train ride was terrible. Grandma decided that I get Thorburn Chlodowech as my mentor, who won the games a couple years ago. Apparently, every year my grandma, the first victor of District 5, decides who mentors who. Now I have Thorburn as my mentor. Great. Like he isn't a dumb ass that only won by default. We watch the reaping recaps in silence, and when it's over, everybody just stays where they are.

Except Soren. He slips into another car, taking caution as to not be seen. I follow him.
When I enter the train car, Soren is talking to someone. I inhale sharply when I spot the other person's face. It's...

District 9
Ean Wood
Age 17

Mom is hysterical right now. Emengarde Rossingbee, our escort, looks appalled at my mother's breakdown. I imagine anyone would do the same if both of their kids were going into the games because you volunteered and won 30 years ago or so. Rosemary and I look at each other, then back at Mom. Marina takes charge and decides that Mom should help get sponsors and help with our mentoring, but Marina will mentor Rosemary, and Daniel will mentor me. Emengarde turns on the reaping recaps and we watch intently.

Mom takes me into the end car, and begins to talk. About the rebellion, District 13's involvement, and their plan to get every tribute out alive. Including me and Rosemary. Okay. For better or for worse, now I know that rebels are trying to escape the Capitol. On one hand, it's nice to know that I might live, and even more importantly, help the rebellion. On the other, this kind of info could literally get me killed if any Capitolites find out. Including my stylist, prep team, and Gamemakers. Good luck me.

Afterward, I stare out the window blankly, imagining all the ways I could die. Running to the Cornucopia, killed by a Career, found by someone else and strangled. Ugh. I want to think I won't die, but one person is coming out alive, and I don't think it will be me. Unless the rebellion can manage to rescue all the tributes from the arena.

Mom leads us outside when we get to the capitol, and we are taken to the Training Center.
Marina takes me upstairs to the roof. I gasp as I spot the face of the person waiting. It's...

District 10
Kamber Dawson
Age 13

I study Mom as she watches the recaps of the reapings. She looks nervous. And enraged. And distraught.

"Let's talk strategy," Jackson interjects. "Who should mentor who?"

"I want to at least help with the mentoring for Kamber," Mom announces. "Ivory, can you take care of Kamber?"

"Jackson, you'll take care of Omri, right?" Tule questions. "I want him to come out alive."

"Looks like we have our mentors," Greir mutters. I decide to get some sleep before we arrive at the Capitol, and head into my car.

"Kamber, we're here," Mom cooes. "Come on, we need to get to the Training Center."

"Ugh," I groan. "Fine."

The big group of us exit the train and are taken to the Training Center.

"Mrs. Kamber Dawson, somebody is here to talk to you," a secretary calls out upon us entering the Training Center. "Please follow me to a separate room."
Unsure of what will happen, I follow the lady into a small room with a desk. I look up, and the person sitting at the desk is...

Author's Note: Bwa-ha-ha! We met another tribute that is now in on the rebellion, and there is a cliffhanger. Or two. Any guesses as to who's waiting in Coralie's apartment, in a train car on Alder's train, on the roof waiting for Ean, or who is at the desk talking to Kamber? Good luck guessing. Thank you guys so much for continuing to read my story. I have a plan for everything now, BUT if you really, really, really, really like a tribute, send me a PM telling me that you like them and follow/favorite the story and me, and review. Next chapter will be the pre-chariot rides. I still really NEED stylists. 45 sponsorship points for every stylist submitted. Sorry a lot of this is repetitive, I'm not the most creative. Some questions:

1. Who do you like better? Why?

2. How can I improve this story?

3. Out of the tributes you have met, who do you think will win?

4. Who do you want to win?

Thank you guys for reading!