Hey! I'm back! Ok, so These are the train rides, and from here on out, I won't be doing every single district, like I've done in the past. Ok, so Read and Review! I hope you guys like it!

District 1 train

District 1 was not all that far from the Capitol, so the train would be there in a matter of hours. Once on the train, they turn on the reaping recap and see their future allies for the first time.

Quidley didn't see anything to take note of, there was the usual monster boy from District 2 but he would be in the alliance of course, and the boy from 12 who looked like he had fallen in the fireplace.

After the anthem the broadcast was over and there was an awkward silence. The two tributes couldn't stand each other and they both knew it. They were alone because Jettson had disappeared somewhere.

Then, to break the silence more than anything else, Sapphire said, "We hate each other but like it or not, we're both going to be in the Career alliance. So...truce, okay?"

She held out her hand but Quidley didn't shake it. "Fine by me," he said calmly.

After another couple minutes of silence Sapphire frowned, because she had just remembered something pretty important.

"We don't have a mentor."

Quidley had forgotten that detail. But she was right...they had no mentor. Quidley sighed. "We do have someone. A pathetic someone, but...We have Jettson."

"Only a mentor can seal sponsor deals, though."

"They'll probably give him the mentor privileges. I can't see them just turning down all the people who will be lining up to sponsor me."

She snorted. "Sure...And there's the fact half the districts don't have any Victors"

"Well sure, there's that too," said Quidley, annoyed. "Where is Jettson anyway?!"

"I don't know! Go find him yourself if you need him that bad! I think we'd be better off leaving him in District 1!"

A search of the train gave no results to where Jettson was.

"Can we just say we left him in District 1 now?" asked a frustrated Sapphire.

He held up a hand. "No wait a minute...what's that?"

There was music coming from a room at the end of the hall. The tributes walked forward with extreme caution, not knowing what they would find beyond that door.
Quidley opened the door a couple inches and instantly paled and began to sweat in terror.

Sapphire rolled her eyes and muttered, "You are such a sissy." Then she looked into the room. Jettson was in the middle of the room with a black and pink inflatable guitar. He was singing in a voice that sounded similar to a particularly gruesome death she had seen on the Hunger Games one year:
"Hey I just met you...And this is cray cray! But here's my number! So call me maybe!"

Sapphire and Quidley, on an unspoken agreement, ran into the room covering their ears, and tackled Jettson. While Quidley got him onto the bed Sapphire found a long cord and tied him to it, and while they were at it gagged him too with a tie so he couldn't sing. When they were done both were breathing heavily from the effort.
Quidley pointed to Jettson. "He is not leaving this room until the Avoxes find him, agreed?"

"Agreed."

District 3 train

Neither Jupiter or Mandy actually watched the reaping. They both averted their eyes and stared at the table full of fresh fruit and bread just out of the oven that they couldn't eat even if they tried.

"You should watch it. It might help you know who you want and don't want in an alliance," said Beetee.

"I know...I just...already lived the moment and I...I don't want to do it again," she said softly.

Beetee and Jupiter both knew it should be Mandy's sister on the train with them and not her.

"Hey speaking of helping, do you have any advice for us?" Jupiter asked.

" I uhh...well...it's...you..." Beetee stuttered awkwardly then left the room.

"Is he always like that?" Jupiter asked no one in particular.

"No," says a voice from the corner. It was Loam Agginson, Jupiter had almost forgotten he was there. "It's his first time mentoring without Wiress"

Well what a strange event. Loam was helpful?

District 9 train
There are no living Victors from District 9 so the only people on the train are Salley, Warren, and the escort, Silene. And the Avoxes of course, but they aren't really good company.

Salley was feeling slightly queasy as the train left District 9 but she wasn't as bad as Warren. He had puked again at the train station and he was STILL in the bathroom.

"Something wrong?" Silene asked.

"No...well yes. I suppose if you count the fact I'm going to be dead within a week then yes something is wrong."

"It's my job to make sure that doesn't happen," Silene reminded her.

Salley was about to protest when Warren burst into the room.

"Hey guys! I think I'm better now!" he exclaimed.

"Great, then do you want to watch the reapings?" Silene asked cheerfully.

Warren turned thirty different shades of green. "No thanks," he squeaked, and ran to the nearest bathroom.

District 12 train

"Well you've got a pretty face now don't you?"

The comment stung. David rubbed the burned side of his face and glared as best he could at his new mentor, Haymitch Abernathy.

"I wouldn't call you beautiful either," he retorted in his whispery croak.

"Come here. Now,"

David did, and then Haymitch slapped him on the burned side of his face.

It was the first time anyone had done that since The Incident. Most people could barely stand to look at his face, let alone touch him. And it HURT!

It felt like some of the blisters had been opened again. The pain was so intense it was almost unbearable. He clenched his teeth and hissed with pain, because he didn't want to give Haymitch the pleasure of hearing his scream.

Then Haymitch laughed.

"Oh think it's funny do you?" he yelled. It was the first time since The Incident he had spoken louder than a whisper, and it felt like his vocal cords were being ripped raw.

Still chortling, he said, "You might actually have a chance, boy."