The Capital Train

The District Sponser lead them onto the train. THere was their mentor, a lady, sitting down. "I'll be in my room, till dinner." SHe said, then walked out.

Sander sighed, sadly, he didn't want to be here. His parents knew he was dead, so there was no point of liistening.

Sander laugh, bitter;y. "Are you serious?" He asked. "I'm going to die, my parents know that." He said harshly.

Sander frowned, "Sander." He didn't trust Chase, at all. She could be lying, it seemed like that's what someone would do.

Sander didn't clean up, it was more work for the stylists.

When it was dinner time, their mentor came out. It was a lady. Their Sponser came out as well. "Come, sit." The District Sponser said.

The mentor smiled, "Sorry we haven't met before." SHe said. "If you didn't know, I live in the Capital now." She preferred the Capital to Victor's Village.

The District Sponser smiled, as the Avox's came out and served the declicious food. "Pig, for this special occassion."

Sander sat back, he would stay quiet. It was easier that way.

The mentor and the District Sponser dug in.

Sander sighed, his stomach growled, he had to eat. He made a small plate for himself. He smiled as he tasted a bit of the pig. "So?" He didn't like silence:

Sander sighed, He ate a bit more, but not that much. He didn't need to be sick. "Er.. What do we do now?" He asked, between bites.

"I'd love to know that, too," Chase replied. "What's the normal thing to happen? My name is Chase Bailey, by the way."

OOC: Shall we have it so that her younger brother and older sister had once been a part of the Hunger Games and died at the Cornucopia?

Sander smiled. "You told me your name, just not your last. Mine's Frake. Sander Frake." He said.

OOC: Sure! Sander is dying at the Cornucopia, as well xD

The mentor grinned. "Darla." Darla smirked, she changed her name, it was simpler now the it was before.

Darka smiled. "Tell me your strengths. Unless you prefer to be coached alone?" She asked.

Sander remained quiet. He didn't care. Maybe he could manipulate Chase if they practiced together.

"Well... I've got a pretty good aim," she said. She picked a garden pea from her plate, stood, walked to the other side of the room and threw it. It landed right on Sander's chest. Dead where the heart would have been. She grinned.

OOC: OMG. Why do I ship them a little? It's like Peeta and Katniss... Only it isn't Peeta and Katniss.

Sander frowned, "I'm dead." He said laughing. He grabbed three knives from the table, he aimed towards a fancy plate hanging on the wall. He threw them three straight at it. It was perfect, the plate broke, into lots of pieces.

Sander smirked, "Unlike you, I'm not killing anyone." He said, then laughed. "My parents know that." He nodded, he didn't think Chase was that bad. Hopefully she would win for the district.

Sander shrugged, "Yes, it appears we do." He laughed again. He didn't feel as hopeless as he did before.

Darla laughed. "Very well. What kind of character are you hoping to portray?" She asked, knowing if they had no clue it was her job to think of one.