Kai Wesley

The moment Renaldo said that the tributes would have to share rooms, Kai booked it for the closest one. He wanted to be as close as possible to the action that would take place in the living area and dining car. He plopped down onto the bed, which was larger than any bed he's seen before. It hung from the roof of the train, and he noticed the glass ceilings. The clouds zoomed past as the train sped on to the Capitol.

Kai turned around quickly when he heard someone enter the room. It was Brinden. He wasn't too excited about having to share the room with him, but at least it was only for a day. Once they were in the Capitol he'd be free to train without interruption or distraction. Right now, however, there was an awkward silence hanging over the both of them. Kai could only take it for about a minute or so before he felt the need to get out of there.

"I'm going to get some food." He said, and rushed out the door. He hoped Brinden didn't follow him. On his way to the dining car, he saw Peter, Helena, and Luna watching the Reapings intently with Renaldo and the mentors. He asked where the others were, but he suddenly heard a loud snoring noise from the room that Paxton and Peter had claimed. If Paxton couldn't fix that snore, he'd die in his sleep.

Kai grabbed a couple pieces of fruit from a large tureen in the dining car and went back to watch the Reaping with the other tributes. Right now they were just finishing up with district Seven. Kai sat down next to Peter and offered him one of the pieces of fruit, which he accepted silently. He must've been really focused on analyzing the other tributes.

When a girl from eight named Sarah something was Reaped, Renaldo hung his head. Kai wanted to know what was wrong, but he didn't even need to ask. Renaldo, dependably talkative as he was, filled them all in.

"Her sister is the Beta girl from Seven."

"Beta?" asked Kai. She was second-in-command? Seven wasn't a district to have trained tributes.

"It's her last name. Their parents are highly praised authors in the Capitol. Friends of President Linough himself. Anyway, they live in Seven, but Mrs. Beta had been traveling the districts, getting material for her next book, and her daughter was Reaped from Eight, while her other daughter was Reaped from Seven. It's so dramatic." Kai looked at the screen. He didn't care about the girl's family. He only cared about the fact that she was small and would be easy to take out when the opportunity presented itself.

Galinda Glassman

Galinda could hear most of the tributes out watching the reapings, but she wasn't interested. She figured she'd meet them when they were in the Capitol. So instead, she lied on the carpeted floor of her room, that she was sharing with Shantelle, and watched the clouds as they whirred by. For a train that moved over two hundred miles an hour, she could barely feel anything.

Galinda wondered how the Capitol would like her. She didn't mind being made up. If she was able to look pretty, it was a treat for her. She wished Gabi was here to see the Capitol with her.

"Miss Glassman, dinner is almost ready," called Renaldo from outside the doorway. "You should change out of those clothes and wash up." As he finished speaking, Shantelle entered the room and closed the door, heading straight into her bathroom across the room from Galinda's. She stood up and headed off to shower.

The shower ended up being a large bathtub. A shelf on the wall held bath bubbles, soaps and shampoos of nearly every scent imaginable. Galinda wanted to open each one and smell it, so she could choose the best one. In the ends, she chose the mango scented shampoo, whatever mango was; She just liked the smell. She poured the mango bubbles into the water and watched it foam up. Galinda swished her hand around in the soapsuds before climbing into the hot water. She loved the heat and the smell and the tingling feeling she could feel in her arms and legs. She washed her hair, but after ward she just lied in the water and enjoyed the warmth. She kicked her feet around occasionally, like a fish. She'd had a small fish back home. His name was Blue.

"Galinda? Galinda, everyone is waiting on you out here. Hurry up." Galinda snapped back to reality, and quickly dressed in the first outfit she found, a red blouse with matching pants. She didn't bother with shoes. Where would she need them here on the train? Out in the dining car, she sat next to the boy with the black hair, and scooped the delicious looking food onto her plate.

Brinden McHale

Brinden was sitting with Baro and Roy, along with Shantelle. She seemed really shy, as she kept her head down and didn't speak. Her loss, thought Brinden. He planned on talking and asking questions until they made him shut up.

"How many allies did you have in the games?" he asked Roy, who was somewhere in his thirties. He looked up, and then over to Baro.

"Can this wait until we're actually in the Capitol, kid? I actually get to enjoy the luxury here without the business." He went back to eating, and Brinden felt really awkward. Baro said nothing. He noticed Paxton and Peter staring his direction from Peter's family's table. Brinden felt like he and Shantelle were put here with the mentors that didn't want to help because they were thought less of. As if the better tributes had gotten to sit with the better mentors.

After dinner, Brinden waited around, pretending to watch the Reaping recaps. Finally, after almost everyone had gone to bed, Brinden saw Peter's mother, Anastasia, leave her room and go to the dining car. On her way back, Brinden spun around.

"Can I talk with you? If you're not about to go to sleep, that is." He knew he'd caught her off guard, but she was a mentor who had the focus to do their job, and he wanted any advice he could get.

"Um, sure. I guess." She sat down on the sofa with him and shut off the television. Brinden hadn't expected it to be that easy. "Shoot," she said, giving him the floor. Brinden thought hard about his first question.

"Would it be smarter to have everyone from Two stick together, or what? How should we go about the alliances, with so many tributes?" He could see her thinking about this.

"Before you get the wrong impression of me. Yes, as a mother, I am rooting for my son to win. But as a mentor for all of the tributes, I am going to distribute knowledge fairly. Got it?" Brinden nodded. "When you get to the Capitol, you'll have time in training to actually meet the other tributes. Your alliances are up to your own judgment. There is the usual career alliance, but it would be a smart idea to form an inner alliance, in case the tension of the games breaks up the larger one. It makes it a hell of a lot harder to win if you don't have allies at first. I had an alliance with my district partner within our larger alliance, and when the numbers got lower, we didn't just leave the group, we took out one of them on our way out. Remember that the other districts will become your enemy eventually. They will never truly be your ally. Now, you've had your question for the night. I, and you, need to get to bed. We'll be arriving in the Capitol in the morning, and it will be hectic. You will have plenty of time to ask questions, but I will say, this first one you had…it was a good one. You know how to prioritize. Good night, Brinden." And with that Anastasia went back to her room. Brinden shook off the numb feeling in his legs from sitting and waiting for a mentor and walked back to bed.

Helena Jenkins

Helena liked having Luna as her one-day roommate. They were already friends, so it made it better. Helena was curled up in the blankets on her bed, waiting for Luna to finish cleaning up for the night. When she came back, Helena was ready to talk about strategy. She was too excited to sleep yet.

"Do you think they'll have to make the Arena bigger this year, to fit four times as many tributes?" Luna didn't really seem interested in talking, but she answered anyway.

"They'll have to. A regular sized arena, even as big as they are, will be too small. So many tributes will die early on and the games will be over sooner. They don't want that in a Quell. Especially this Quell. They'll want it to last. Plus, it will give them more room to play with." She was right. It was all a show for the Capitol. Helena would not disappoint them. She'd been training for this since she was twelve, and she was ready to please the4 Capitol. "Are you nervous about what they might do in the Styling Center?"

"As long as they don't dye my skin, I think I'll live," joked Helena. Luna laughed.

"Yeah, I would hate for them to chop off my beautiful hair," she said, pulling at her black ponytail. In all honesty, Helena didn't care what the style team did to her, as long as it eared her sponsors. When she looked back over at Luna, though, her friend was passed out on her bed. Helena looked at her clock, which read 1am. It was late. She decided that it would be better for her to be fully rested when the arrived at the Capitol, and she untangled herself and curled into her bed for the night. There was a soft humming made by the train as they moved closer and closer to the Capitol.

Ask your friends to sponsor your favorite tributes. The D5 Favorite Poll is now up and will be up for four days. I still need Gamemakers and Stylists. Let me know if I portrayed your tributes correctly. I have a nine hour shift tomorrow so the D3 train rides probably won't be up until two days from now.

Okay, I'm not really sure what happened. I went on my computer this morning and this chapter had been deleted. Here it is, reposted. Hopefully it will stay up this time around.