District 9 Train

The luxury of the speeding train awaits the tributes...

..::I get down on my knees::..
..::And I start to pray::..
..::Till the tears run down from my eyes::..
..::Lord - somebody - somebody::..
..::Can anybody find me - somebody to love?::..

Azlea stepped onto the train, slightly unsure. She wasn't sure what the other tributes were going to be like. Would the mostly be ruff and heavy? Or would they be quick and light? Azalea had one advantage, with being able to feed herself. She'd been doing that with Heather and Glen ever sense her parents had died. Yes, she had used her brother's money to buy some things, but it was never enough.
"Um... Hello...?" Azalea said. She hadn't seen the other tribute, Attlas, sense the reaping. She didn't know who the mentor was, or what they would look like. Azalea had never been one for watching other people slaughter each other. In fact, it just made her sick.

Attlas sat quietly on the speeding train, listening carefully to what the mentor siad/did from a distance. When Azalea said he he just made a small two-finger waving motion.