Sorry for the delay guys! I just now got around to writing. School started yesterday and I just finished Mockingjay. Updates will be slower than they normally are xP

But, without further ado- District Three's trainride!

DISCLAIMER: I own none of this, just the idea for this round of Games and the escorts.

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Adrienne Sadel, 14

I waste no time getting as far away from the windows. The photographers are snapping pictures of the train as it whisks us away. Pictures of the families we are leaving behind. I can picture my mother, dabbing at her eyes daintily with the hanky her new husband gave her.

The image, honestly, sickens me. I want to kick something so badly. As soon as I get into my room, I find the most fragile looking thing in my room, a lamp next to the bed that has colors streaked into it stylishly, and chuck it across the room. That's good. I don't feel completely better, but it's good for now.

I flop backwards onto my bed, covering my eyes with my arm. I lie in this position until a very upset Proserpine yells at me to get going.

"Wonder who upset her." I chuckle, sitting up and exiting my room.

Damon Ledger, 18

I didn't stay to watch the flashbulbs go off. To watch them capture my children. To see the desperate look on Tag's face as he tried to shield them all from the questions. To see Skirret break down and cry like that, just because Evaline and Haven were crying too. I didn't see them get washed away, like moss with no rock to hold on to.

Instead, I escaped to my room and locked the door. I sit on the floor, leaned against the wall with my hands pressed into my face. They'll be fine, Damon. Mrs. Harlow promised to take care of them while you're gone. But no matter how many times I tell myself this, I still can't keep that horrible feeling from my stomach. If I die in the arena, they die too. Because I doubt the peacekeepers will allow the kids to stay with Mrs. Harlow for long.

I don't know how long I've been sitting here, but there's a loud pounding against my door and some sort of squealing. As I listen more closely, I realize it's just Proserpine.

"Damon, dinner! Hurry up!" She sounds pissed.

Adrienne Sadel

I sit down at the table, across from Proserpine and the mentors, Pete Ohm and Teth McCull. The two won within years of each other. Teth is a little bit older than Pete, but still treats him like he's still his mentor. It's weird. I look nervously at Proserpine, who's makeup is streaked down her face.

"Proserpine, are you alright?" Damon asks.

I jump. I never even realized he was in the room.

"It's nothing to bother you with, Damon. But it is of Adrienne's concern." Proserpine grits her teeth, "you're stylist has quit."

"What?" I shriek, dropping my fork onto the floor. It clattered against the hardwoods daintily and a servant, an Avox, rushed in quickly to retrieve it.

"He just quit an hour ago. He doesn't want to degrade himself by working on you." With this, Proserpine lets out a loud wail and slams her head against the table, wrapping her head in her arms.

Pete looks at me reassuringly while he pats her on the back, "she doesn't mean you, Adrienne. Your stylist was her boyfriend and he just quit the job. And he broke up with her. Don't worry. They're getting you a new one."

"Oh. Alright." I stare intently at the bowl of pears in front of me, trying to decide whether to take one or not. I take it, spearing it with my fork and eating it whole.

These games will be interesting.

Damon Ledger

After Proserpine's breakdown, dinner was very uneventful. Teth McCull decided to mentor me, Pete Ohm taking on Adrienne. We were ushered into a room lined in blue velvet where we would watch the reapings. After that, we get to go to sleep. We're supposed to arrive in the Capitol before breakfast.

There was the usual brutish force from One, Two and Four, though the boy from One looks a little unsteady. I take note of all of the tributes that are twelve or thirteen years old. I can't kill those ones.

Adrienne rushes off to get some sleep as soon as the reapings end, but I linger for a while. Teth stayed behind too.

"Are you going to sleep any time soon?" He asks, pushing past me towards the door.

"Probably not." I shake my head, glancing at the clock. 9:47. I hope the kids are in bed.

"Then let's work on your strategy."

"I'm not great at that kind of stuff. I don't know what I think I need to do." I shake my head.

"Well maybe we can work on it in the morning." Teth suggests before wandering into the hallway.

I follow him out, returning to my room. I strip down and, after much fiddling around with the shower and several bursts of strange fragrances; I get the water on cold and stood under the freezing water and scrub off any remaining soap suds. Then I stand there for a long time, just thinking. When my lips start turning purple, I get out. A gust of hot air dries me. I go back into my room, pull on my reaping clothes and lie down on my bed.

Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the stone my kids gave me. I was told it is supposed to protect me. I sure hope so.