NOTICE !

I do not own Johanna Mason, the Hunger Games, Catching Fire or Mockingjay! Let alone the world of Panem, all 13 Districts and the concept/idea of the Hunger Games.

The Hunger Games trilogy and characters is property of Suzanne Collins!

Captain, Masque, and other names mentioned[ Such as the Twenty-Two other Tributes, Mayor Orbenkleine, Tair, Osceroe, Jordy, Arik & Mallisomn, ], with the exception of Johanna Mason, are copyright to me, Writing Assassin!

[ C h a p t e r 4 ]

It took Captain a while to find his room, after having found Tair's, Johanna's, Masque's and everybody elses room. He was settled on the bed, awake. He couldn't find himself napping. Anxious, however, his stomach had calmed down. The boy wasn't feeling so sick anymore. Which was fantastic! But he was still hungry, and his stomach growled. Osceroe knocked twice on the wooden door before pushing it open. What was the pupose of that...? Why knock if you're going to barge in anyway? "They're getting ready to serve lunch, Captain. Wash up and join us." He offered a warm smile, and Captain nodded, replying with an, "Okay." before Osceroe shut the door and walked away. It took the teenager time to find motivation to climb out of bed, with it being as comfortable as it was, unlike his bed at home. It was merely a bunk with a thin mattress set on top. Similar to a cot. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he bent down to put his boots back on, tying them securely to his feet before pushing himself up and stretching.

Captain found himself looking out the window, a long, horizontal lying pane that was no more than three feet tall. The sun had already reached the peak of the day, but was slowly moving to the opposite side of Panem. It wasn't the sun he was looking at, however. It was the mountains he was focusing on. He was unsure of where he was at the moment, where the train was. But the view outside the window was beautiful. Sure, he'd seen mountains from his bedroom, but this was a gorgeous scene to the boy...

After cleaning himself up, washing his hands and cleansing his face, he was quite pleased the taste of vomit was no longer present in his mouth. Captain wandered out and down the hall, searching for the dining room which he stumbled upon accidently. There was quite an array of food stretched out across a long table. Everything from chicken to soup, bread and butter to cheese and salad. Surely the boy's eyes were wide, he'd never seen so much food in his life. Osceroe, Tair, Masque and Johanna were already seated and already had food on their plates. There was an empty seat beside Mr. Styner, and that was the seat Captain decided to take. He grabbed and picked his own food, filling his plate completely, it almost overflowed! Everyone else had a generous serving, making Captain appear greedy. He was receiving odd looks from Johanna and Masque, "Are you really going to eat all of that?" Masque commented, pointing to the food on his plate. The boy looked down before turning silver eyes to the teenaged girl, "Yeah." His answer was very straightforward and direct. Masque shrugged, "Alright." She said before lifting a piece of char grilled chicken to her mouth, biting into the white meat, as if it was nothing.

He had to remember, her father was a victor from an earlier Hunger Games, and she'd been living the posh life in the District 7 Victor Village, with enough to eat, she hadn't needed to care before, she'd always known there would be food in front of her. Which may pose as a weakness for her in the arena, as she would have to scavange for food and shelter, which was always provided for her. Of course, the others had eaten with such decency, even using forks to pull apart the chicken. Captain had dug in, and compared to the rest of the table, he was eating like some savage. It was not Captain's fault, however. He didn't have breakfast.

Once the meal was over and everything was cleared from the table, everyone huddled up into a room that was rather expansive for a train. There was one long couch and it hugged the corner of the room in a wide half moon shape. It was light gray fabric, and was extremely comfortable. Everything on this train was. It almost made Captain forget he was heading to such a cruel place. Captain, Masque, Tair, Johanna and Osceroe all watched the Reapings on a large telescreen that was mounted into the opposite wall of the couch. Long speakers and surround set up made the audience feel like they were actually there again. The Tributes and Reapings were shown in order, from District 1, to District 12. You could tell what the economic structure was in each of the districts, plainly telling by the clothing they wore to their Reapings. District 1, of course, had flashy ensambles, whereas kids and teenagers from District 11 or 12 had not so flashy clothing, rather drab.

District 7 came pretty quickly, and it seemed Mortius had gotten quite the attention. The cameras zoomed in on the strawberry blonde boy who was practically in tears when his name was called. And the expression the poor kid wore. Captain watched as his voice and face appeared on the screen. This was practically the only Reaping he was curious about, watching his all too serious face. Even there, he thought he looked a little pale. Johanna and Masque appeared to notice and of course, had to make a comment, "You looked pale as a ghost, Captain! I've gotta give you kudos, though. Not a lot of people willingly volunteer for no reason." Johanna said, averting her attention back to the large telescreen. None that you're aware of... The boy gave her a glance and furrowed his brows. What did she know, anyways? Of course everything, it was her and Osceroe who would be teaching them both how to survive, or at least helping them with tips and strategies they'd taken in the Games, "I like your dress, by the way!" Johanna commented off the top of her head, turning to Masque who smiled sweetly, "Aw, thanks, it was my sister's dress." She replied, turning her eyes to the dress and stroking the silken cloth, "Ya? Well it's very nice." The older teenager repeated once more before turning her eyes back to the television. Oesceroe was looking at Johanna now, a displeased expression written across his face, and Masque looked uncomforable. Captain hadn't asked. Instead, he shifted his legs, so now his right leg was stuck outward, and his left was hugging the base of the couch.

The Reapings ended soon after that and the television was shut off after the Panem anthem played. It seemed the only real disruption that happened during the Reaings took place in District 7 with Mortius. More than likely everyone else was scared to act out in such a fashion. Instead, took what they were given and had no sense in thinking to go against what was done fairly. Captain still found this whole Hunger Games deal to be a waste of time, he did not get it. Why? Why the need to kill to keep people from rebelling? If anything, wouldn't it just cause a rebellion or acts of riots across the nation of Panem if the right people were drawn for Tribute? I'll never get the Capitol's ways... Captain pushed himself from the couch, since everyone appears to be engaged in some conversation with one another. Johanna and Masque, then Osceroe then Mr. Serious-Face, Tair. The conversation between both men, however, is interupted when the teenaged boy gets up, "Where you going?" Osceroe turns to look up at Captain, who gave a shrug.

"My room?"

He wasn't so sure he was allowed to leave now. Masque turns her attention to Captain then, her short, brown locks whipping over her shoulder she switched direction so fast. Then gave the tilt of her head, questioningly, "Why?" At this point, the boy felt like it would have caused less trouble to just sit back down and be with the rest of his...friends. Silver eyes found the ground before they were brought to Masque, "Can't a guy just go to his own room without being questioned? Damn..." He muttered a reply, and Masque frowns, then Johanna had just turned her glare to Captain, "Won't you just calm the hell down? You know, you didn't have to volunteer! You could have let that other boy go into the Games, so don't get pissed at all of us because of some decision you made." Johanna crossed her arms over her chest, kicked out both legs and pushed her back against the sofa. Captain was confused, dropping his tensed shoulders and looking awardly at the older teenager, "What? That has nothing to do with it! There's nothing playing anymore and I just wanna go to my room, is that so hard to get?" He had to refrain from yelling now. It was stress building up over the nervousness. Then he was reminded, he was disrespecting one of the two people who would be organizing him once they reached the Capitol. Johanna had opened her mouth to say something, but Captain interjected before any word slipped passed her lips, "Sorry." He was apologizing, because he'd realized he had shown little kindness to anyone except for the one who intimidated him, which was Tair. He didn't know why he didn't like Johanna, maybe because it appeared her and Masque seemed to have bonded so quickly. She was almost like an enemy, he wasn't going to get attached to her because he'd have to end up killing her at some point, if someone else hadn't killed her first, or killed im before he had the chance to do so.

The boy didn't even look over his shoulder before he waltzed out of the sitting room. Captain was also under a lot of pressure. He had to kill twenty-three other Tributes before they killed him in order to save his baby sister's life. It wasn't between his own life and death, this also was a matter of Mallisomn's life and death. He loved her, if there was such thing as unconditional love, Captain felt it with his newborn sister. He didn't want to lose her, it would break him. He also already missed Shureshire, he regret not kissing her despite the guard's intruding and breaking them up.

When he reached his room, Captain kicked off his shoes and laid in bed again, laying on his side facing the wall opposite to the door. Then began to faintly wonder what they were doing, his mom, his dad, Mallisomn and Shureshire. He hoped they would be okay, Shire would make sure of that, for sure.