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District 4's Train Compartments
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Jul 29, 2013 04:24PM
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(Wondering if I should post here yet so I will ;D)Dawn was first on the train and went directly towards the table of food to fix herself a sandwich and get a Coke. She then settle on a chair to wait.
((Yup))Escort: "Go ahead now, dearies! The interior of the train doesn't bite!" I say cheerily, pushing the tributes inside the train.
Dawn was just finishing her sandwich when she heard the voices and turned around, kinda preparing what she was going to say. Should she try the cold and short speech, the long, inspirational one? This would be harder than she thought.
Jason grabbed a bottle of coke. He felt awful but he knew if he didn't eat then it would only be more miserable.
Escort: "Well, now Dawn? Any words of advice for your lovely new tributes?" I beam at her expectantly.
She waved at them half heartedly, sipping from her drink. Now she was having a mini panic attack. It was the same as the year before."Ummm Hey you guys. I'm Dawn. I'll be your mentor during these days while you're still alive." She made a pause. "As for advice... Look like you love being here in front of the cameras, or you'll be dead before stepping into the arena, and for all the fluffy bunnies left in Panem, don't make friends, really, I mean it." She flashed them a smile. "Nice to meet you. Now enjoy the best and worst days of your life."
Escort: I applaud and wipe away a tear. "Now, tributes, you don't get much better advice than that! Lovely, Dawn! Lovely!"
Escort: "Oh yes!" I exclaim. Finally! There are tributes who appreciate the viewing of the Reapings! I flip on the television and beam at him.
He smiled devilishly "But the reaping is the first reaction. You see the tributes have time to toughen up before we see them face to face. But at the reaping, they aren't prepared. The look on their face..." He stopped his attention on the boy from district 2.
Dawn waved her hand. "Let him. If it works for him then so be it." She went to take an apple and played it with in her hands.
"In my opinion, it's stupid to try to get in their good graces anyways. You'll never really be part of the group, they'll all just gang up on you and kill you whenever they want."
"She's right." Dawn added as she ate. "Those kids look as scared as I was when my grandma brought us clothes." She shrugged and left to take a nap so they could just get to know each other.
"It's just....This whole idea, it's sick. Everybody wants to get home to somebody. Only one person does. It's not fair, too. The way the districts are set up."
Jason looked at the girl from his district. " I am going to protect you. I am going to make sure that if I don't get home, you do. Deal?" He held out his hand.
"The only thing left for me in District 4 is my girlfriend. But she doesn't need me. You. You have something back there. A whole family. You need to go home to them." It was now reaping the tributes from District 8.
Jason woke up still in hi reaping day clothes. It took him a minute to remember. You are in the hunger games on the train to the capitol. He got up and washed his face.
Dawn had already had breakfast and was watching through the window outside. "Hooray." She said waving her hands a bit in fake enthusiasm.
"I'm not sure. I just kept myself alive, and before I knew it, it was just me and a girl from another district. We had to fight, and I won." She said shrugging, remembering it. "I just was grateful it wasn't between someone of my own District and me. Then, it would've been tough."
"I hope that too." She tapped the window and nodded, then looked at him curiously. Maybe he had a chance of surviving. "What are good at?"


