District 5 train in da house~

For the first time in several years, Katya found herself back on the train to the Capitol. She couldn't exactly say she was excited to be back, but she didn't have much of anything better to do, anyway. She raised an eyebrow as one of her tributes came in, a redheaded girl. Katya cleared her throat. "Right, I'll keep this brief," she began, sitting up straight. "My name is Katya. Last time I did this, my girl won. Rhea Glass, if you've heard of her." She leaned forward. "So forgive for my high expectations, but I expect no less. If one of you doesn't come out of these Games alive, we're going to have serious words when I see you in hell."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the redhead girl cart some food off. Was this all she had to work with? A fatalist and an amateur hoarder? Katya crossed her arms and scoffed at the boy. "At least she's got her survival instincts in play," she snapped, gesturing to the girl. "You may think you've accepted your fate, but trust me, you haven't. It's not easy, dying. Or killing, for that matter." Katya rolled her eyes. "But if you don't want my help, fine. Makes my job easier." She grabbed the remaining glass of wine off the tray and downed it in one gulp.

Katya laughed. "Cute," she began, resting her head against her hand. "Look, honey, I know full well that I'm a bitch. I embrace it. You know why? Maybe people don't like bitches, but bitches get stuff done. Actually, if you can learn one thing from me, it should be how to be a bitch. Because if you can fake it for the cameras but still be ruthless in the games and not care about being nice to people, you'll be golden." Katya had never cared what people thought of her. It just didn't matter to her. She knew who she was, and even if it wasn't exactly who she wanted to be, she was stuck that way and she'd accepted it enough to be confident in herself. She sighed and looked around for water. "Did you really have to take everything? Nevermind. How you look, walk, and talk is the only way to get a first impression of someone. How you present yourself will define who you are, and the Capitol is even more shallow than I am, so you'd better get used to being judged. Luckily for you, they're far more gullible than I am and all they care about is a good show," she scoffed. "You'd better give them one. I don't like disappointments. Besides," Katya gave her tributes a sharp smile. "If you don't, you'll be dead."