Vrooooom! // [Elvis; Hot Laps]

He's integrated himself well enough in the District Three culture that no one looked askance when he meandered up to the race track. Of course, it was fortunate that his new home district hosted the technology fair; his travel papers wouldn't pass a close inspection and he'd been living hand-to-mouth. Turns out no one wanted to hire a jurist who couldn't provide a diploma or reference a single case he'd worked on.

But that was a problem for another day. Today, the only problem he had was convincing the pimple faced teen guarding the rental karts that Elvis would reimburse him if he wrecked the kart but he really shouldn't be made to pay in advance.

Luckily for Elvis an overburdened mother with a gaggle of tween boys came up directly behind him and suddenly the gatekeeper no longer cared at all about Elvis.

He leapt into the nearest vehicle and sped 'round and around.