day twenty-five. wanderlust.
farris cadorin, district two. eighteen. xxiv.
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Up until the moment the train doors open, Farris is excited.
In training, it wasn't the pre-games activities or arena that fascinated him the most. No, it was the after.
The Victory Tour.
Traveling the country. Meeting new people. It's all so thrilling. Learning new cultures and visiting new places.
Then he takes one look at the squalor of District Twelve and his smile drops. But only for a second. Sure, it's not Two but he didn't expect it to be.
It's the same in Eleven. And then Ten. And every district after that. Even the other Career districts are less than hospitable.
By the time he reaches the Capitol, he's properly perturbed. Not even the never-ending parties can swing his mood around.
It's his last night and there's been too many touches and irritating laughter and revolting faces.
He just wants to go home. Farris promised Sep he would bring back trinkets and stories to tell. All he can offer is a sour mood and tomato stains courtesy of some dissidents in Six.
Farris finally gets back to his suite in the Training Center and is ready to wash off the disappointment of travel before something on the nightstand catches his eye.
It's a white envelope with a rose attached.
Gentle reminder: Fuck President Snow.