Welcome to the Hunger Games. You may have read the book, and reserved your tickets. But you don't know this story. Enjoy the games.

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Lets all start on the train ride to the Capitol.

Keithia rubbed her arms up and down her shoulders to control the freezing panic rising up inside her. This was not happening. She'd wake up in a few hours, with her best friend, Fern, standing over her. They'd go to the forest to work, and stash some of the rarely found fruit because the lazy watcher would be working that day. But no. Instead, Fern had been reaped, and Keithia had made a silent oath that she would never let anything bad happen to her. She looked at the tiny carving of the wooden heart that Fern had given her. Keithia remembered that day, she had been playing in one of the trees, when she ran into Fern. They'd both been very little, but they kept coming back everyday to meet up. One day she gave her the heart. Fern had looked up at her and smiled. "Cause we're best friends." Keithia turned her head to the window, letting the tears make a steady path down her face.

http://fc04.devianta...mmz-d4clrzx.jpg in case anyone forgets

Allen stayed in his area of the train, he knew it'd be a good idea to meet the others and train with the mentors, but he didn't really want to know his killers, or know his future kills, it just felt wrong. Allen wrote down in his notebook those exact thoughts and that he was staying while everyone else trained. Allen just sat and looked out the window as they got closer and closer to capitol but Allen knew it may still be a while before they get there. But the closer they got Allen just got more and more nervous about actually dying, He then thought up a strategy where he may run straight into the forest and stake out while others kill themselves or actually running to the middle of it all which was pretty much suicide. But Allen knew he was quick so it may end up working out

I tossed and turned in my bed. It was so boring, just like home. I wonder when my mentor is coming...I think to myself. Suddenly, I hear the door open. A...hobo came in?

Sara nodded. Good. Right to the point. She sat up a little bit more straighter. "I'm preferably good with any range weapons, bows, throwing daggers, etc.. I can use a sword if I need to but I'd prefer not. Look, I'm not exactly keen on working with you..but I think it'd be for the best. So lets just try to not get on each others bad side kay? I'm not here to lose." She replied slightly rude. Nor was she here to make friends. After all, if Sara was going to win this she would have to beat everyone and anyone who got in her way. And that was what she was willing to do. Anything to get back home. She thought.

 

Sara slowly stood up and spoke to Golden again, "I'm going to change back into something more comfortable.You can meet me back at our room and we can discuss strategy later. We'll also need to make more alliances with the other tributes. The good, strong ones."

Golden’s lips curved into a small, amused smile in spite of herself. She decided she liked this girl. Well, as much as she had the capacity to “like” anyone. But at least Sara had motivation, a strong will to stay alive, and as long as she had that, Golden didn’t really care where it came from. All that mattered was that they both had the drive and the wits to stay alive by keeping each other alive...for the time being.

 

“Alright,” she replied to Sara. “I’m right behind you.”

Keithia looked over all the fancy-shmancy weapons. She decided on a simple-looking bow, and a long knife about the length of her forearm. She aimed at the target, letting the arrow fly. It was a little off the bulls-eye. She pulled out the knife, and ran over and slashed at it. Keithia whipped around, and kicked at an invisible tribute. "You know, I wish there was a way we could all escape from the Areana, to end this." she sighed.

Ebony thought for a moment.

" That would be the ultimate rebellion..." She started to think a small grin playing across her face.

" Of course they make it pretty impossible." She said picking up a hatchet and throwing it at a target.

" These hatchets are made differently from the ones at home, made to kill not to chop wood." Ebony said runningover to the target and looking at the slimmed blade.

After Zaden talked to Melody, he left to talk to the other tribute in the district leaving her alone in her room again.'That's it, I'm going to the training room and train there.' She thought. She left her room and headed to the training room.

In the training room there were already tributes training with bows, swords, hatchets, etc. She went over to the stand filled with weapons and picked a scythe that caught her eye. The blade was 4 and a half feet and it curled like a crescent moon. When she held the pole part in her hands, it fitted perfectly like it was made for her. The scythe was even too. Proudly, she walked over to an area far away from the other tributes and started swinging it around.

She did moves that would deflect weapons and arrows, and did some moves she did as a child a long time ago. She smiled. She felt like a little kid again.

"What worn out already?" Woof asked as Miki tried to catch her breath. "Eh, i wouldnt blame you, you looked like you've been training hard. Might as well call it a day." Miki looked up and smiled. "Thanks. When will we get to the capitol?" she asked. "Shouldn't be that long now." He said and dropped his hands into his pockets. Miki looked at her sword again. I hope im training hard enough, she thought and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand

(I'm sorry, but I have no idea. What's happening right now? Where are we right now?)

I look at my mentor.

"I'm Zaden." he says.

"Nice to meet you, Zaden" I reply.

He nods. I look at him.

"So Jerricho, what skills do you have?"

The question struck me.

"I can use a kana as a weapon. Umm, I'm pretty flexible.." I start muttering. The word "Flexible" seems to strike Zaden.

"Jerricho, you're flexible? Let me so what you can do."

I go to the middle of my room, and lower my legs. I stretch them across, until I'm down to a center split.

"I see...." he nods in satisfaction. "How are you so flexible? People in District 10 are supposed to be strong, not skin and bones like you."

"My ancestors...came from a different land...other than Panem... I think it's called...Southeast Asia."

"That's a lie! There's no other place other than Panem!" Zaden shouts, face red.

He's probably right. I say thank you, and exit to the training room.

Keithia stood still for a moment, thinking. "Yeah, breaking out would be the ultimate rebellion." She began fingering the wooden heart. "You know, they didn't have the Hunger Games before Panem. In fact, I think people back then would never think of doing stuff like that. Most of them." Keithia toyed with her bowstring. It was like her fingers needed to keep moving so she wouldn't lose her train of thought. "What if we did break out?"

(we are kinda just dragging on with the train ride so lets just get to the capitol)

Kataree awoke with a sudden jolt from the train. They have stopped and she was pretty sure they weren't stopping for gas. She sleepily crawled out of bed pulled on her red hoodie-witch smelt like smoke- jeans and her brown boots. She walked out of her room and stepped out of her room finding, Aya, her women mentor dressed in her tranditional orange. As soon as Aya saw me she pounced on me and started to babble on and on about who knows what. She started pulling the nots out of my wavy hair and said "C'mon love you got to look nice this is the first time you''ll set foot on the capitol you need to look niiice." As soon as she finished her speech on good impesions she led out of the train. My first reaction was squinting my eyes at all of the light and color. We were at the capitol.

Allen couldn't sleep he was just to anxious to finally get out into capitol. Allen looked around and got dressed. He walked outside and saw Katatree again and walked up to her. He didn't look down he just kept looking forward and quietly said "I need an Alliance, and you are the closest person I can trust just because we are from the same district. What do you say?" Allen asked pausing waiting for an answer.

Ebony threw the hatchet again and nodded.

" We would need a pretty crazy plan.... for now lets go along with the training see how everything pans out. If we see an opportunity we will take it. What do you say?" She asked holding out her hand for Keithia to shake. Cool, an alliance. Ebony thought to herself.

I was already dressed. I run to the window.

"THE CAPITOL!" I almost scream out loud. I run back to my room. And back to the window. I do stuff like this when I'm nervous. Zaden led me out to the door, and into the Capitol. I squint my eyes. Too bright. Screaming voices. I take out my glasses to see the sun. It seems brighter.

By the the time Miki was done refreshing the train came to a stop. Finally, she thought but Miki still wasnt too happy about being picked for the hunger games. She put on her clothes and left the room. Miki found the exit and stepped onto the ground of the capitol. The sun was bright in her face. ".....woah..." she breathed as she looked up. "This is nothing like district 8." Miki stepped out further to enjoy the view

When Melody felt the train stop, she knew there were here at the Capitol. She put her scythe on the stand and dashed out of the train.

She wasn't surprised when the sun hit her face. The sun always shine down on her father's farm. She looked at the people screaming and hollering, but she ignored them and caught up to Zaden and the other tribute next to him.

Soul casually walks out of the train and takes s deep breathe,"there's nothing like fresh air"he says.he looks over at the other tributes.it seems they've been formIng allies with each other.soul still isn't know what Achilles response to his plan was.he hadn't heard from him since then.

After several hours of discussing strategy with Golden, Sara heard the train come to a stop. "Guess we're here now. It took long enough." She told Golden as she slowly stood up and walked out towards where the other tributes had gone.

 

OOC: I would have written more but I kind of have to go to bed. I'll be practically gone this weekend as well...so I doubt I'll be able to post at all. So if something big happens, Always can take over my character until I get back on Monday.

Keithia smiled, and shook it. "Heck yeah." She replied. Barely above a whisper, she added, "Down with the Capitol."

Kataree looked once at Allen and once at his hand then she smiled. She took his hand in a tight grasp and said "Sure, Alliance it is!"

"So...what now?" I ask. I'm really excited. I looked at Zaden, who is staring overhead at the city.

"It's been a long time since I've mentored the games..." He says. I look at him. He looks back. I turn my head away, swiftly.

"Umm, let's go.."I say.

Ebony felt the train stop.

" Seems like we made it." She mummbled not looking forward to being poked and prodded by some crazy capital idiots.

" From here we meet are stylist people right?" She asked hanging up the hatchet and sword.

"Yep. It might be. . . um. . . not horrible!" She tried. Keithia was personally a little excited about her stylist. She loved the beautiful coustumes worn at the opening ceremony. The only good thing to the whole thing, it seemed. She tossed the bow and knife back onto the shelf, and decided to scour the tributes for more possible allies. There was a nice-looking girl with green eyes, and her other tribute. A boy with large glasses looking at the Capitol, awed. I can get all of these tributes out. She thought boldly.

“Yeah,” Golden agreed with Sara, rolling her eyes. As they disembarked from the train, Golden made sure not to look at all tired from the trip, since there were hundreds of cameras watching all of the tributes once again. She had to look strong and invulnerable, which wasn't much of an effort for her, since she'd spent most of her life doing that anyway. She looked around her. “So this is the Capitol,” she mused. She was actually a little impressed. She hadn't imagined that any place could look better and more sophisticated than District 1, but this place proved her wrong. Then she remembered what she was doing here, and wiped the amazement from her face, trying once more to look unfazed by it all. I won't give the jerks who want to watch me die the satisfaction, she thought coldly.

Melody looked at the flashing cameras and every flash that hits her eyes, she blinked multiple times. Zaden laughed. "Get used to it."