Okay, here it is! District One's train ride! Sorry for the short delay, I've been really wrapped up in real life. I had a crapload of babysitting jobs this week and I've also been wrapped up in re-reading both of these books so that I'm ready when Mockingjay comes out *spazzy dance*

There's not a whole lot of Jason in this chapter because I'm kind of irked with his character right now.

DISCLAIMER: I disclaim everybody but the escorts. I made them up myself :3

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Jason Clarke, 14

I look out the window at the people snapping pictures as the train begins to take off. According to Marion, we'll make it to the Capitol later tonight. We'll have a night off in the Remake Center before the other tributes arrive and we prepare for the opening ceremonies.

I haven't seen Anna since we got on the train. I turn around and walk down the hall, to the room Marion told me was mine. I slide open the door and step inside. The sound of the door sealing behind me is comforting as I let an orphan tear trickle down my cheek.

Anna Spiera, 17

I let out a loud sigh as the door to my room sealed behind me. I could feel my shoulder's tensing up. You volunteered for this. I remind myself as I go into the bathroom. I set my charm bracelet on the counter and quickly undress. As soon as I step in the shower, I'm assaulted by an array of buttons and knobs. I turn the hot water on high and press a button that coats me in foam that smells like lemon tea and strawberries.

The foam rinses off quickly and I stand under the hot water for a long time, relishing the steam it creates. There's a sharp rapping at the door.

"I'll be out in a minute!" I call, turning off the water and grabbing a towel.

There's no need to towel-dry, though, because as soon as I step out a burst of hot air instantly dries me. I smile, exchange the towel for a soft white robe, and go see who's at the door. It's an Avox girl, dressed in all white. She's holding a tray with a mug of something I recognize as hot chocolate and a note.

"Thank you." I smile and take the mug and the note.

The Avox bows and retreats. I go over and sit on my bed, sipping the hot chocolate as I read the note. It's from Jason. I roll my eyes and begin to read.

Jason

I look around nervously as I walk down the hall, looking around for Anna's room. A note is tucked in my pocket. As I walk, I run into somebody dressed in all white. An Avox.

"Uh, excuse me. Could you please give this to Anna? And, uh, maybe a cup of something hot? I know heat relaxes her." I grimace as I hand the woman the note.

She nods, bows, and walks back down the hall. I sigh in relief and rush back to my room.

Anna

I look at the paper, dumbfounded. Jason… I've never met somebody as stupid as him. Just because he's in love with me doesn't change the fact that he has to die if I want to get home.

But what about the 74th Hunger Games? Two people came home that year!

But that doesn't matter. They were in love, the victors that year. They were going to commit suicide if they both weren't allowed to live. It's very rare that they broadcast that year, but it's beautiful, in a twisted way.

I crumple up the paper and throw it at the wall. There's no use in keeping it. Regaining my family's honor means to ties with anybody in the arena. Any ally assisting me just means that I haven't fully earned anything. It means I haven't gotten my family's honor back at all.

There was a loud knocking on my door, "Anna, it's time for dinner!"

"Alright. Thanks, Marion." I call.

Standing up, I go over to the closet and program an outfit of my liking- a pair of grey jeans, a long-sleeved blue shirt and a long green vest. Fully dressed, I exit my room and walk down the hall to the dining room. There is a table with five chairs- one for Marion, two for the victors and two for Jason and me.

The table is laid out with all sorts of different foods. Jason is already piling up on food. I snort. It's as if he's never eaten before in his life. I slide into my seat next to him and take something that smells like chicken. I take some kind of bean and some orange potatoes as well.

I eye Marion, who is flipping through a notebook quickly, "Alrighty everybody. I am glad to let you know that we are right on schedule."

"Yay." Oda Herph, one of the two mentors, rolls his eyes and slurps his soup loudly, smiling at Marion's face of disgust.

Oda is the younger of the two mentors. He is only nineteen, winning when he was seventeen. The other mentor, Frieda Slimjim, is about forty. She won when she was fourteen.

"Just so you know, Frieda, I have dibs on mentoring Anna." Oda smiles at me over his soup. I blush. He is young and very good looking, while Frieda is old and has a huge mole on her chin.

"Fine. I can whip this little chicken bone of a boy into champion before the games." Frieda states, tearing into a leg of chicken.

I stole a glance at Jason, who was poking at a pile of potatoes with a grimace on his face.

Jason

After dinner, Anna and I went into a room where we would watch the reapings. Oda and Frieda sat with us. Our reapings were first. The cameras moved from us only for a second, to look at Paris as she screamed and ran from the square.

The first few districts didn't offer anybody interesting. District Eight offered the first twelve year old this year, a little girl named Samanta Amor. The tributes from Ten were engaged. Eleven had another twelve year old. Twelve had some more sickly looking kids, even though they obviously had more money than the other kids in the district.

As the screen fades to black, the train comes to a lurching stop. Marion comes parading into the room, announcing our arrival in the Capitol.

We stand up and file out into the hallway. The door slides open, and we step out, surrendering ourselves to the flashing lights outside.