~|District 1 Train|~

Subject: ~|District 1 Train|~ Wed Oct 01, 2014 9:48 pm

Aaron Seam

With a sidelong glance at the crowd he was leaving behind which included his friends and family, in a understanding he was probably going to die within the next few weeks, Aaron took in a silent prayer that no one could suffer this fate after him within his family. When a kid called 'Saber' was reaped, Aaron just couldn't stand by and let the kid get slaughtered. Even if he didn't know the guy. But really, without really thinking he had yelled out those words, the words many were to cowardly to call out. "I volunteer as tribute!" Even though he may be signing his death contract, at least he had a chance when possibly a different kid didn't.

So now here he walked with the...well...interesting looking escort ushering him quickly towards the train, seeming excited to push him closer and closer to his slaughterhouse. Or a slaughter-arena...whatever. But as the glimmering train came into his view, Aaron's jaw literally dropped. They may have nice things in District One, but this was outstanding! The sun glinted off the solid metal, making a glare over the train station which was near blinding. Turning on his heel, he looked at whatever crowd he good whilst walking backwards and gave them a thumbs up. Then after a moment he turned back to the mesmerizing object in front of him. When the doors opened, a glorious scent slammed against his nose that he couldn't even name, but it was amazing. After a final glance back at his district Aaron stepped into the train, entering the world of these monstrous sort of 'Games'. His first steps into the marvelous thing were awesome, then he just sighed it off then went straight to the kitchen area. Fingertips skimmed over the top of the glass bottles as he looked for anything familiar. After looking around for a second, to make sure that no one was watching him as he would most likely make a fool of himself. Taking a glass on random, Aaron poured himself a small glass of the dark liquid. Placing the lid back on with a light 'clink', he sighed before skimming the room with his eyes and raising the glass to his lips. Aaron was taken aback by the taste that tore into his throat. This must be liquor, damn is was terrible. With a disgusted groan, he forced the burning liquid down his throat ad hastily set the glass back on the table. Clearing his throat in a feeble attempt to expunge the burning sensation in his throat, he just gave up the attempt of anything to drink. So instead he just found one of the nice couches that were in the train, sitting down on it with a light sigh as he reclined back to 'enjoy the ride'.

Sometime along the smooth ride, Aaron looked at the ceiling for too long and fell asleep. The majority of his dreams were actually nightmares. Death and killing, blood and anger. That's what filled his sleep, giving him a non-restful nap. The worst was last. Aaron was standing alone in a empty valley, anytime he spoke it echoed disturbingly. But when he reached out to touch the air beside him, he was greeted by a hard glass wall. A cold, numbing feeling filled him as he began pounding on the glass with hard fists. But the glass wouldn't beak no matter what he did, Aaron continued slamming his knuckles into the smooth surface until his knuckles bled. As he saw the blood appearing on his hand, he narrowed his eyes as he felt liquid seeping up his leg. Looking down he nearly jumped out of his skin, it was blood. Blood was filling the tank he was trapped in, the dark red liquid rising swiftly but its texture made it feel like it was moving as slow as molasses. Trying to kick the tank now, Aaron propped himself against the back of the tank as his feet hammered the glass. But alas, it wouldn't break. In his frenzied haste, the blood had risen to his chest. Now he gasped, seeing figures out in the distance, swords and arrows piercing their bodies. With two final gasps, he went under as a arrow was fired directly at his brother. And there was nothing Aaron could do.

Awaking with a jolt, Aaron gasped while bringing his hands up to his hair to roughly sift through it. He could still feel the blood sliding up his legs and pulling him underneath to nothingness. Suddenly, he grunted while rising up and walking circles around the table in front of him. Then a thought came to his mind, the drink. That might help take his mind off the dream, the burning was better than those feelings. So he walked right back over to that table, pulling that same bottle out and pouring himself about half a glass. With a deep breath he took a gulp, sure enough, the burning yanked his mind right back into reality at the foul taste. But the burning almost felt...good. Taking a couple more drinks, he set the glass down with a audible ahh... before searching for his mentor. Shouldn't he have seen them yet?

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