Ronan Sonaville

Ronan wasn't too excited about the rooming situation. He thought that each tribute would have a room of their own room car, and he and Thalassa would have plenty of private space. Neither of them wanted their relationship to be obvious, because then the other tributes would see them as outsiders to the larger alliance. They've already chosen who would get to live, it was saying. They wouldn't hesitate in taking out Ronan or Thalassa, because they would simply be competition.

Hiding their relationship had been Ronan's idea. It was to protect Thalassa. She was strong and brave, but her sister had come to him begging him to protect her little sister. He wouldn't let anyone down. He couldn't.

Ronan was rooming with Ruben. The kid would last long in the games, but he was a soldier, not a leader. Ruben wouldn't win, even if Ronan had to take him out himself. Right now he was out cold, probably resting so he could be wide-awake when they got to the Capitol in the morning. Ronan wondered how much planning each year of Games took. Just the arrival of the tributes took a lot, just to get the trains to in order by district, with all the trains merging onto one track with exact precision.

Ronan snuck out of his room, wanting to find Thalassa. He found her sitting on the sofa with some of the other tributes. They were all ready to watch the Reaping Recaps. It'd be a smart move to watch with them, he just wished he could have done it alone with her. He sat down next to the sofa, as there was no room left. Nenna was the closest one to him. He wasn't a big fan of her as a person, but as a career, she was incredibly strong and determined. She wasn't one to cross.

He studied the tributes from One and Two, wanting to know who he would would be fighting alongside. To him, the Careers from One seemed stronger than those from Two. Ronan would be friendlier towards them. He'd make sure to get them to like him and Thalassa, and make sure they knew that the two of them were a good choice as leaders of the Career Alliance.

Ember Cunsen

Ember had called for everyone to come watch the Reaping when he knew Ruben would be sleeping. He'd overheard him telling Ronan that he was going to sleep as soon as they got on the train, so he could be awake later on. He'd miss his chance to watch the Reaping, and miss his chance to see his future allies.

Ember realized how horrible this was to be doing, but still he let Ruben sleep. He still remembered how their rivalry and hatred of each other started. They used to be the best of friends, back when they were younger. They were from the same part of four, right near the beaches, and they would play there with their friends.

When they were fifteen, Ember had fought Ruben to try and win over a girl named Nikki Walsh. She was beautiful, and Ember had wanted her. He won the fight by a landslide, leaving Ruben on the ground, curled up in pain. But Nikki still went to him. Ember fumed as he remembered her curling herself around him. Why would she want a loser, when she could have had Ember? When she stood up, she flung about every curse word in the book at him, and slapped him across the face. It stung. More so, it stung his pride, and he wouldn't have that. He'd hit her back. Not as hard as he'd been hitting Ruben, but still she fell to the ground. In hindsight he regretted hitting her, leaving a bruise on that beautiful face, but she shouldn't have provoked him.

Ever since Ruben had hated him, and tried to beat him at everything, failing almost all of the time. No one could touch Ember. He was on top. He'd be the last tribute standing in the arena. Hearing the Panem anthem blaring from the television in front of him, he snapped back to reality. The Recaps were starting.

Out of District One, he figured the strongest ones were Cubic, Shine, Cassio and Luxe. The other names were immediately lost to him. He could beat them, obviously, but they would make good allies until their time came. From District Two came Seven…no, Six, good and reliable Careers. One girl was clearly built like a career, but she wasn't acting the part, and the second was a fragile looking girl who had been Reaped.

Out of all the other districts, Ember couldn't see anyone that could stand up to the Career caliber. He hoped that they wouldn't try to fit themselves into the Career alliance, because Ember, as their soon-to-be leader, would not allow it. They'd have to fend for themselves, create their own alliance, eve though in the end it wouldn't matter. Their decision couldn't save them, only prolong their lives. Ember, and whoever else from Four was left standing, would be the Victors of the Quell.

Mayra Rienne

Mayra was starving. She hadn't eaten anything that morning out of the excitement, and now she was regretting. She'd already tried going to the Dining Car for some food, but Meena had forced her to wait until the Reapings were finished. So she sat and watched and dealt with the hunger gnawing at her stomach. She couldn't show it, however, because it would make her seem weak to the other tributes. She knew they'd all be hungry in the arena, and if she couldn't deal with it for a day, how would they see her as fit to last possibly weeks of it. She pushed through it and waited out the Recaps.

Finally, Meena told everyone to get ready for dinner. Mayra ran back to her room, quickly changed into something else to wear, not bothering to wash up. Unfortunately, in her hurry, she hadn't bothered to act the part. Nenna, her roommate, caught her.

"What's the rush, Rienne? Too hungry to clean up?" Her voice was oozing with the feeling of superiority. Mayra couldn't stand Nenna. She doubted if anyone really could. She had experience when it came to dealing with her, though.

"Better watch that attitude, Nenna. It'll get you killed someday," she said nicely, even with the not-so-subtle threat. Nenna hated when she couldn't anger someone, and it was fun to watch. She didn't have a comeback for Mayra, and she just walked off to her bathroom on the far side of the room.

Mayra knew Nenna would kill her at the first possible chance, so she had decided long ago to try and take her out in the bloodbath. It wouldn't be easy; Nenna had placed first over every other tribute in the academy. But maybe she could convince another Career to help her. Possibly convince them that she was planning to kill Careers, herself. Any way possible to get rid of her and save her own life would work.

At dinner, Mayra was sitting with Ruben, Meena, and Annie Cresta, Four's oldest living Victor. She was one of four Victors still alive from before Second Rebellion, where her husband was killed. She was nice to the tributes, but it was easily seen that she hated Meena, and everyone in the Capitol. Mayra wondered why.

"What's a good way to impress sponsors," she asked Annie. The woman placed her fork back on her plate.

"Be nice. Play to them. When we get to the Capitol, people will want to see you. Wave to them. But make sure they see that you are strong, too. As a Career, it's a good idea to act as if you're bored, almost. That's not the best choice of words, but say if someone waves to you, return it curtly and continue walking. Don't stop and smile and all of that.. Moving on will say that you're determined but that you still have time for your fans." Mayra wondered how Annie had won her games.

Leon Marvash

Leon wasn't going to be sleeping that night. He was with Thalassa and Lunara in their room, along with Mayra and Ronan. They were watching past games, the videos courtesy of Meena. It was Mayra's idea, but she asked if they could watch in Lunara's room to escape Nenna. Leon didn't like the girl, so if he was able to avoid her, it'd be perfect. They had finished watching a recap of the 70th games, where Annie had been victorious, and when Lunara pulled the next tape from the metal box, he saw it was labeled with the number 75. It was the last Quell, when the Rebellion had started.

They had never showed this tape to them in the Academy. Apparently the Capitol didn't want anyone to view it, but Leon figured that, as tributes, where most of them would ed up dead anyway, it couldn't hurt. He motioned for Lunara to put it into the projector.

It started up as the others did, with the reapings, and then the Master of Ceremonies, Caesar Flickerman, interviewing each tribute once they were in the Capitol. He recognized the faces of Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, the infamous tributes of District 12 who had helped start the Rebellion. According to the interview, they were married and expecting a child. Leon's father had told him, when he was younger, about how he had watched their execution. It had been broadcasted across Panem as a mandatory viewing. Another familiar face from the interviews was Finnick Odair, another Victor from Four. He'd died in the Rebellion as part of their forces. Leon didn't know any of the other faces.

The arena had been a clock, with dangers at every hour. Leon wondered if the area would be like that this year, if it would be something other than simple wilderness. Whatever it was, he'd be ready for it. He watched as past Victors died in the Quell, and how they….they destroyed the arena! A large hovercraft flew into the shot, and then the screen went blank. He looked around, and everyone had the same confused expression as he did. After getting over what had happened, they finished watching the tapes of Four's Victors. Leon wanted to ask Annie, who was in he mid forties, what had happened during the rebellion. Why were so many Victors now dead. None of this had ever been told to the Districts.

Does Nenna need to make some friends? Should Ember apologize for his past actions, or is it beneath him? What do you think about Leon learning about the past? Is Mayra strong enough to make the cut in the Career Alliance? District Five is up next, which Tributes would you like to see featured? There is also a new poll up on my profile. It is a BIG one, and I think I'll leave it up until the tributes prepare to enter the arena. You are allowed 36 votes, so please use them. Lemme know how I'm doing. Thanks, guys :D