District 7 Train

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Preston started to walk into the train that led the tributes to the Capitol. He felt something grow inside of him, but it wasn't nerves of challenging death. Preston took a couple steps and was in the train. "Shit, this place is awesome." Preston said in pure amazement. He looked around for a moment, trying to find his district partner or his mentor. After a bit of looking around, he found a table that was right next to a window. Preston sat down, and looked at his district probably for the last time. He looked at the forest, for probably the final time. Preston cracked a smile and waved goodbye. He smiled, and waited for someone to show up beside him. "Anyone here? Summer?" Preston asked aloud. Sure, he liked being alone, but advice couldn't hurt much.

Errik walked through the train station after the reapings had taken place. This would be his second year as a mentor, and he was feeling a little bit more confident in his abilities. Both Preston and Summer seemed very capable, and he felt this year was going to be a very good year.

Preston started to think about the challenges for the arena, but didn't worry too much. His plan was a work in progress. Preston got up and took a blueberry muffin. He took a big bite out of it and nodded in approval. Preston sat back down and looked back towards the other side of the train car and saw Eric, his mentor. Preston waved to him. "You're Eric, right? Our mentor?" He asked, because continuing to devour the blueberry muffin. Preston scooped up the crumbs in his hand and popped them in his mouth.

Errik noticed that the male tribute, Preston, was already making himself at home. He entered the train car, and made himself known. "Yes, I am Errik, and I am your mentor." He replied holding his hand out for Preston.

Preston smiled and started folding the wrapping the muffin had come in. He shook Errik's hand cautiously and decided to just go right to asking questions. "So, I know Summer isn't here, but I'll bet if she decides so show up, she'll be informed from you or me. Okay, so, I don't really have any questions, but you know. Advice in general I guess." Preston said in a calm deep voice. He started to think about questions to ask, but his mind just showed up blank. "I'll probably think of something to ask soon, I'm new to this." Preston told Errik. But everybody was new to asking questions to your mentor. He was nervous, and him having to ask questions was the reason. He looked around again, scanning the room for his district partner. Preston thought about it, and could totally understand her probably sleeping or something. Preston picked another muffin and unwrapped it. He took a big bite out of it, and could taste the blueberry chunks on his tongue. Preston chewed quietly, trying not to disturb anybody else who may be aboard. Its doubtful they'd mind, because its doubtful anyone heard it.

Errik looked at the two tributes, they both seemed to be very capable, which would be very good in the long run. "I was able to get all the way by staying by myself, but having alliances does have its benefits as well as its drawbacks. In the end it is up to you to decide what you want to do. Getting sponsors is the most important part of the games, you must make a name for yourself and earn the favor of the capitol crowds. This is done by standing out in both the tribute parade and the personal interview." I said, explaining the necessities of the games and survival. Hme was pacing the room during his speech, Errik stopped moving and grabbed a glass orange juice and took a sip as he returned to his seat. "Do either of you have any other questions before we arrive in the capitol?" He asked.

Preston looked over at Summer, who he didn't know was there, and started eating the remains of the blueberry muffin. "Since when did you get here?" Preston asked, after swallowing the last of the muffin and let it go through his esophagus. He crumbled up the wrapping into a small ball and tossed it into the garbage. "Can't do what?" Preston asked suspiciously. Her attitude was too negative for Preston. Preston situated the chair, so he could drift asleep for the rest of the train ride. "Don't wake me up, okay?" Preston said, shutting his eyes. He started to drift off to sleep, not wanting to wake up until we were at the Capitol. Preston wanted to put a do not disturb sign onto his chair, but he was already sleeping before he could do so.

(Not posting with Preston in the trains anymore. He needs some sleep, you know?)