Crystal's POV
When Perry and I were on the train, our mentor greeted us at the door to the train. Her name was Harp Lassey; she won 11 years ago by joining the careers. I knew she would want us too do the same; at least she wouldn't be disappointed.
Our rooms weren't bad; mine was very classy actually, with lacey accents everywhere. I took a shower and used a volumizing brush, engineered in the capitol, even though my hair had been completely dried and straightened by the shock panel.
I was called too diner. I had a chicken omelet; I wasn't too hungry that evening.
"So kiddies, what can you do?" I was taken a back by her suddenness in getting information from us.
Perry's POV
Harp was very beautiful; she had a full face and wavy blonde hair. I admired her shimmering blue tattoos, you could clearly tell this woman was no stranger too the capitols interesting fashion.
I was digging into a leg of lamb when Harp started to question me, "What can you do with a knife?"
"Plenty," I didn't appreciate her tone, so I didn't answer.
"How about a mace?"
"I'm pretty good." Why wouldn't this annoying woman bother Crystal?
"Can you climb?"
"I guess."
"How'd you get the scar?" I had a scar that ran from y left eye too my mouth. I had received this scar in a training incident involving an axe, a curtain, an old man, and a lot of embarrassment. I hated telling people the story so I usually said something like,
"Use your imagination." After that she began to move on too Crystal.
Crystal was a smaller girl, so she was questioned on her abilities with long distance weapons. She claimed to be a great shot and very fast, she said she could put up a fight against a larger opponent, but I just didn't believe that small girl.
Crystal's POV
I got annoyed with Harp after the first dozen questions, I resisted the urge to snap at her though; you don't want to be on your mentor's bad side.
After diner we watched the reapings, there were some 12 year olds, didn't bother me too much, because it happened every year. The things that touched me were both tributes from 7, they were12, and the little girl from 3, who couldn't speak. Maybe the capitol really was doing something wrong…
Harp Lassey's POV
I watched the TV with another year's tributes, both of them volunteered, the boy wasn't too stupid, at least he was 18, the small girl was only 16, idiot. She should have just waited a couple years so she could win.
I knew they were annoyed with me for asking so many questions, but Perry would definitely thank me during his victor's speech.
I got bored during the district 11 reaping and went to my room to report to the betting systems my opinion of my tributes. I played up Purgatory, I didn't have the heart to report Crystal's ignorance for volunteering at 16. If she was as good as me she had a chance. I won the 28th Games at 15, but it was a walk in the park. I killed 4 people in the blood bath, 3 while hunting with the careers, I also killed 3 of the other careers including a district 4 boy whom I played up a friendship with and killed him in his sleep.
I was hoping Perry would do the same but he wasn't really the friendly type.
Hey guys hoped you liked this, tell me what you thought of putting the mentor's POV I'm going to write one more train ride, not sure which yet though…