District 12 Train

As Cairee boarded the train, she clutched her two hand daggers and looked around. The train was filled with new tecnology, including the brand new High-Def tv that even she didn't have at her house! The seats were super soft, making it comfortable to sit on. Everything was squeaky clean except her... She was covered in dirt. Her hair was filled with dry grass, her pants ripped and covered with mud, and her shirt was old and torn. Un-caring about if she will get the seats dirty, she gingerly sat down on the seat, wincing at the slight pain of her protective leg gear pressing against her leg. "Not too shabby...It's pretty quiet in here, at least I'll have somebody to talk to once the other Tribute gets here."

Izac Rezmond entered the train car. He believed the other tributes had been summoned, and here was one now. "Greetings," Rezmond said cordially, bowing slightly. "I am Izac Rezmond, I will be your mentor for these games. I hope you will find my help to be helpful, and I hope you shall remain calm and collected throughout your experience in these games. I will help you to the best of my abilities, and the rest is up to you. When you set foot in the arena, your life is in your own hands. You must realize that District 12 does not acquire sponsors like the other districts, and I expect you to accept this as a fact. Once we come through this barrier, we shall work as a team. Now, you may call me Rezmond only, if you may. Now where is your companion, the male tribute?"

Watching Izac enter the train car was quite a suprise. Who even talks like that anyways? He probably was a robot or something. After hearing him do this boring lecture, Cairee quickly nodded. "Okay, Rezmond! Well, how old are you? To get past this boring train trip, let's do twenty questions!" Cairee laughed, taking out a handheld video game and staring at him intently.