we're on the train line to hell || Anzie&Ele&Frank Train ||

Facing the window of the train where the paparazzi stand, I’d still continue to grace myself in the media’s spotlight, the blood I painted on my cheeks in the justice building still prominent. I can no longer feel the pain from the wound that caused the blood, maybe I am immune. Although I would be worried if I could still feel it, from a shallow cut on the finger. I am sure to gain more severe pain in the days to come and well I must prepare myself for such thing or at least try deflect the attacks.

So here I am on the train, like so many before me. Leon Krigel, the District Four celebrity from the 67th. Really, this District is long overdue another Victor, we’re a career district after all, we should be manufacturing them like the fish we pick out from the ocean. Last year we nearly got another although it is my chance now to have a kick at it. I know that Krigel will likely discuss survival tactics with us both, try and plan out how we will come home safe but what even is the point? Life is meant to be a surprise; my time in these games will be a surprise to me and the audience. I don’t know what is going on in those tribute’s heads, hopefully I’ll be able to manipulate them anyway. I just need to get three meat shields wrapped around my little finger and I’ll be safe. As soon as I lose one, I’ll pick up another. While doing this, I need to put on a show, get those damn Capitolites flooding me with sponsourship and I shall be sorted.

Resting my head on the glass of the window, the train would jolt forwards, beginning its journey towards the Capitol. As my head rattles against the glass, I’d enjoy the hard vibrations that run through my body, my teeth clattering with the movement. My hand still waves to the cameras and civilians that bid us all farewell.

During the games, I never got involved with the festivities as soon as the ceremony was over, I went with my business. After the last games, I met up with date number eleven, Jameson Bing. Just like how I had prepared with Jonas today, we both met on the beach. Wow the boy was such a bore; he was the easiest of the twelve. Such a soft heart and hollow mind, it was only his face that did him justice. But he wasn’t at all romantic, he deserved his death, he wouldn’t commit to me. His death was so simple. Face down in the shallow waves, the ocean took him for me. I don’t know if his family bothered searching for him, I never saw any missing signs around the District.

Removing my head from the window, I’d turn to all the faces in the carriage. So many avoxes busying about, laying the table with the most delicious looking food, my stomach groans for attention so I oblige to its orders. Pulling myself from the seat, I’d walk towards the tables lined with the commodities. Observing the silver platters, I’d pick out a bunch of eight cherries.

Tearing a cherry from the stork, I’d squeeze my molars against it, hitting the hard stone in the centre. Pushing the soft edible bit to the back of my mouth, I’d spit out the stone onto the floor before continuing to do the same with another. Lowering myself onto another seat, I’d pull my legs onto the surface on the table, placing them in reserved areas where no silver platters sit, making my legs spread quite widely.

Before I bite into the third cherry, I’d glance around, eager to get into conversation with anyone in here, maybe my district partner or the victor, whoever is willing to converse. ”So well…hello then, great day isn’t it?”