Guerard Willam
Guerard didn't go straight to the rooms, like everyone else. He saw the door was open to what Pomeline had pointed out as the dining car. He'd grown up in poverty, never having enough food, so at the moment, food trumped a nice bed. He'd sleep on the floor if he had to if it meant enough food.
He filled his plate with all sorts of fruit, some kind of game bird, and a large bowl of lamb stew. He snuck it back across to the other hallway so he could eat in whichever room he was in.
"Guer, in here." Called Carsander from the last doorway. "Oh, that looks awesome." He figured it would Sander to save room for him. As he passed his friend, who was heading to the dining car for his own plate of food, Guerard wished with everything he had that this was a dream, that he'd wake up, and if anything at least Sander would be back home, if not himself as well. He couldn't admit it to himself, mostly because his family spent years of beating it into his head that it was wrong, but he was in love with his best friend down the hall.
He knew Sander couldn't feel the same. He was one of the straightest guys in the District, if ever there was someone who would keep tabs on something like that. He was handsome, and the girls of Eight knew it. They hung off of him, and he loved the attention, and it killed Guerard to watch. He wondered if Carsander would try getting with any of the females tributes here on the train, despite the fact that most of them were younger. He hoped he wouldn't. Guerard wanted Carsander all to himself.
When Carsander came back into the room, it was with one of the girls, Cicenna. Here we go again, thought Guerard. They both sat down on the floor with him and dug into their own plates.
"This is better than awesome," exclaimed Carsander after one bite of the leg of meat he had taken. He ran back out of the room for another, and left him alone with Cicenna. Another girl came around the doorway and sat down next to her. It was the girl from Seven, the Beta girl.
"It's turning into a party in here," said Guerard, not bothering to put much emotion into his voice. He'd prefer if they could both just leave him and Sander alone. These were their last weeks, most likely, and he wanted as much time with him as he could possibly get.
Marcell Owens
Marcell was in the main car with Pomeline and Isabelle. Pomeline had just turned on the television to watch the Reapings, and Isabelle had called for everyone to come watch. Alaric, Ellias, and Laurel were sitting on the floor in front of the sofa. Marcell felt a little bad at her thoughts about how easy it would be for to kill all of them. She knew she had what it took to win, despite her age and size. Now she just had to watch the Recaps to see her actual competition.
They had turned it on during District Ten. Nothing notable from that district, except that one of the girls seemed to be deaf. Marcell had a friend who had lost her hearing, so she knew how to spot it in others. There was one volunteer from twelve, but she looked younger and very small. No big threats from those Districts. The Recaps were supposed to play all day, so the Anthem rung out and they started over at District One.
All of the Career tributes were big and strong, except for two of them from District Two. A volunteer from Three. Nothing new from Four. Five and Six both provided a volunteer, the one from Six looking much stronger than the former.
Seven started up with a girl named Rachel Beta being Reaped. Isabelle gasped, and left the room, Marcell didn't connect the dots until she heard a scream and saw the girl from Seven come bounding into the room, tears already in her eyes. Right! Sarah Beta was her name, and that must have been her sister. Marcell saw Isabelle hold the girl tight. She was such a motherly figure to the tributes. Marcell ignored the two of them and turned her attention back to more important matters.
Carsander Amell
Carsander watched as Cicenna ran from the room, leaving him with Guerard. What had happened out there? Isabelle had whispered in Sarah's ear, she'd burst into tears, and ran to the main car crying. The two guys stood up and followed out there, and saw a girl the looked unmistakably like the Seven girl up on the screen. It must have been her sister. Carsander didn't want to get stuck in the cloud of awkwardness that was hanging over the car, so he simply went back to his room to finish eating. Cicenna came back in to get hers and Sarah's plates, and then left without saying a word to Sander.
Guerard came back into the room, completely ignoring the food on the floor. He crawled into his bed and pulled the covers over himself, all the way up to his head. It wasn't like him to be this silent..
"You okay?" Carsander asked, closing the door to the hallway. He heard Pomeline call the tributes for dinner, but they had already eaten.
"No, I'm not. It's not right. Nothing is." He said from under the blanket. "That girl was on vacation in Eight, and now she's fighting against her own sister in the arena. How is that fair, how could shit like this go on in Panem for one hundred years? I don't want to die, and I'm terrified that these are the last weeks of my life."
"You're not going to die. You're my best friend, and we'll get through this. We'll be the ones who win and go home to our families. You'll see. We can do this." He was trying as hard as he could to cheer Guerard up. He felt wrong about the lies that he'd told him for years, about how he acted when he was around other girls. Before he could do anything else, though, Guerard flung off the blanket, grabbed Carsander's face, and kissed him.
Sarah Beta
"It'll be alright, Sarah. She'll be alright." Cicenna held her in a hug, trying to calm her down. How could Rachel be alright, when she and Sarah were Reaped from different districts. Only one of them could go home now, and if Sarah knew her sister, she knew Rachel already decided that she wasn't the one to be going home. Sarah didn't want her sister dying for her. Maybe is she died first, Rachel would fight and win and be able to go home. Sarah already had Cicenna as an ally, they'd already agreed to that, but what would happen if it came to a point where they were all still alive and the number of tributes left was very low. Would Sarah be able to take this girl's life to save her sister? Would Rachel keep Cicenna alive just so Sarah could have protection?
This was all so confusing for her to think about. She was only thirteen, after all, and this was something no thirteen year old should ever have to go through. She pulled herself away from Cicenna, and crawled into her bed to try and fall asleep. Hopefully, when she woke up, she'd be in the Capitol, and she'd be able to see her sister and their father.
My apologies for Sarah's POV being so short. It just happened, and I couldn't think of a way to make it longer. But what did you guys think of this chapter? Lemme know. I still need Gamemakers and Stylists. Remember to vote in the poll and to sponsor a tribute.