District 11 Train

Marnie walked into her compartment and collapsed on her bed, crying. She wiped them away and went to the sink, frustratingly rinsing her eyes. When she looked up again, they looked normal, although her cheeks were a little flushed. She walked back to the room, taking off her dress, and pulled on a beige shirt and black, velvet pants. It was very comfortable, and Marnie didn't have clothes like these back home. At home, they had loose fitting jeans or overalls. Nothing as plush as this. Maybe the time leading up to the games wouldn't be so bad. Marnie sat down in front of her mirror and began to fishtail braid her hair. After she was finished, she slipped on some flats laid her tribute dress on the bed, and open the door. She was ready to meet her mentor, and ready to see Fritz again.

A girl mentor. At least Marnie could possibly bond with her on some kind of level. "Hi," Marnie said. She scratched the back of her neck, trying to think of a question. She had many, but she decided to narrow them down to just two. "I have two questions. Would they have a specific type of weapon that I use in the training center? And please tell me our costumes won't look horrible for the chariot ride. I at least wanna get a few sponsors..." Marnie looked down at her feet and scratched the back of her neck again.

I nodded, and looked up at my mentor. I finally decided that it was time to make eye contact. I fiddled with my fingers, embarrassed to announce my weapon choice. "Um, well back at home, I have these batons that emit sharp blades with the push of a button. They're very useful for chopping down crops." I paused, and pulled back a loose strand of hair. "Just wondering."

Once again, I nodded, and smiled for once in a long time. I don't remember the last time I smiled. It was probably before my father's death that I had had a real smile that I actually wanted to bring on. Others were either fake or forced. I stopped fiddling with my fingers and reached for something to eat. I grabbed a piece of bread and rubbed my thumb over it. It was bumpy and I took a bite. Very salty. It was garlic bread. We had this once a month at home. One of our few luxuries. "I can also use a bow and arrow really well, and I can throw knives pretty well." I paused and added another smile. "I could be pretty violent with a scythe."

I rolled my eyes at the sound of the Careers. They think they're all that. They don't even win the games every year! I shook my head slightly, getting the image out of my head. I looked past my mentor at a Capitol attendant, and looked back at her. "I have a few more questions. What's your name, what was your arena like, and how'd you win? What was your weapon? Did you go to the Cornucopia, or run?"

I nodded, and honestly, my head and neck and me personally were all getting tired of nodding. "I've heard about a lot of victors that wait it out. I honestly think that's a good idea, unless of course, the Careers are focused on tracking you down for some reason. I shouldn't get on their bad side, right?" I asked. I knew the obvious answer, but I just wanted her input. I mean, Ezra's input. Now that I know her name, I should address her by it.

I stood up and got a drink out of the refrigerator. I sniffed it and found it was orange juice. I took a drink and smiled at Ezra. "Do you know where Fritz is?" I asked.

I sighed and looked at Fritz. Startling blonde hair, he must have worked in the Orchards. The Capitols a little picky, and let the "prettier" ones work the cleaner jobs. However, I was stuck in the fields, picking and washing the dirty crops. I shook the thought from my head. "We know nothing about each other," I say truthfully. "How are we going to work together?"

I repeatedly kept looking at Fritz. What made me keep looking at him? Maybe it was because I'd rarely been around the male gender except for my little brother. My cheeks flushed again and I stood up abruptly, reached for a piece of garlic bread, a common bread from all the exotic ones here, and walked to my room. "Okay, goodnight!" I called from my compartment, and the door suddenly closed. I finished my bread and tried to open the door. Locked. Dammit, this felt like that time I got stuck in the extra harvest room in District 11. I sat down on my bed, kicked off my shoes, and pulled off the Capitol clothes. I walked over to the shower and pressed a bunch of buttons before getting it the way I liked. I blow dried my hair, combed it down, and slip on a night gown. I then got into bed, closed my eyes, and thought of my tactics. Yes, I wanted to dream about how I'd kill people in the games.