`the 'adventure' begins -katniss,celi,speedy-

[Peeta Mellark]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more " I'm moving!" Peeta's anger had disarmed him. These security guards were pushing him into the train as if he was some sort of criminal. They acted as if he did not know where to go or what he was doing. Had they honestly forgotten that he was just here a year ago? And that he knew how this whole damn thing worked!? He knew. He knew all right... the procedure was to get called at the reaping, get your last moments with your family, get in the train and meet your mentor (or so called mentor. Haymitch never was that great of a mentor... though Peeta supposed he had to give him props for getting both Katniss and himself out alive.)really... Peeta could go on and on, about how he knew what he was "supposed" to be doing at this point. He found it pathetic he needed these men pushing him along but that was the Capitol people for you. Peeta was not a person to get angry easily. He had always been the type of person that had gone with the flow of events. He did what he had to do in the Hunger Games to survive and he never even got angry when he was called for the games. Or even right at the last second when it was declared that Katniss and Peeta both could not win the games; no, it wasn't even then that he found himself angry. If anything he was prepared to die... to die for Katniss. However, this was the last thing he had expected. This twist of events because Katniss and himself were supposed to be done with these games and both supposed to go on and live... of course, Snow had other ideas... and Peeta should not have expected anything less... He was the first to be pushed into the trains compartment's "living arrangements," and he took a seat at one of the six chairs which he presumed were for him, Katniss, the two tributes, Haymitch, and Effie to discuss what was to happen tonight. His eyes closed as he let the last few moments of District 12 play in his head. From the morning of a quick breakfast, the event of the reaping’s, the screams and cries as they announced the twist of events... and then, the final moments with his family and unlike last time he held absolutely no hope of ever seeing those faces again... He licked his lips as his mother's face flashed before his eyes. The woman who gave birth to him who had the strictest look upon her face and barely spoke a word, his older brother's look of pride because their younger brother was courageous... however, one brother, often looked jealous upon Peeta because he had to fight and many of District 12's people looked up to Peeta... Peeta assumed his brother was jealous of the fact that he was supposed to be an older brother and the one that was looked up to not the other way around. However, Peeta was actually jealous of both his older brothers for they had the will to live and be happy... and Peeta never had the chance. Though if being honest from the very first start of the Hunger Games to this very moment his main focus was not his own survival anymore… it was Katniss’s Everdeen’s survival because she was what was important. She needed and deserved to live much more then himself. His desire for her life was more important this his own. Then his father's face flashed before his eyes. He really looked up to that man. That man that brought him cookies, gave his son a hug, told him he loved him, and then wished him the best. It was not often that his father showed much emotion, but today his father had and Peeta was thankful for that. He was thankful for his father because it was his dad that introduced Katniss into his life that fateful morning when he was a mere young boy, and it was his father who made sure he was fed. It was his father who made him feel like someone cares about him; no, it wasn’t everyday but once in a while, in small moments he shared with his dad… he did feel loved and cared for. He got lost in his own thoughts, eyes still closed as he awaited for Katniss, Haymitch, Effie, and the other tributes to arrive... 746, nice white shirt, black slacks, and black shoes, katniss, celi, leon

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[Katniss Everdeen]

Katniss remained silent, reluctantly giving up for the time being. There were too many peacekeepers there was no way to out run them, not when they had guns. It was hopeless. In order to remain what dignity she could she kept her head up and her face forward. Peeta however was not giving up gracefully. She could not blame him, she felt his anger, but she wanted to conserve her strength. She needed to think. “Peeta” she whispered softly in an attempt to calm him. The cameras were still on them, and as they were the most recent victors, and lovers, and the only ‘pair’ to ever come out all of Panem would be watching them. They needed to appear as a strong team. No breaking down, no crying, just silent determination. It was what they needed to display if they wanted any chance to gain help from sponsors. Katniss put her arm on his shoulder, and she tried to send a silent message between them. She looked to the peace keepers, daring them to say anything.

After seeing her mother, Prim, and Gale for a brief time she was in no mood to be pushed emotionally. She was already passed her limit for what she could handle for one day. All they had to do was just make it on the train. Once she was there, then the cameras would be gone. She would be free for several hours to cry and scream as much as she wanted to, but not a minute before. She hated the train, hated what it meant, hated where it was taking them. However, at that moment it was the safest place she could think of. As she walked past several peacekeepers eyed her, curious on if she was going to try to resist or not. Some of them tried to push her, or take her arm. Katniss only glared at them. They seemed to back off.

Once on the train she stiffly took her seat next to Peeta. It was a habit to be close to him. She stared blankly ahead, somewhat aware of the other four people getting on the train. She would never see Greasy Sae again. She would never see Gale’s mother and siblings again. She would never see her mother again. She would never see Gale again. She would never see Prim……. At that thought her resolve faltered her. She griped the arm rest of the chair tightly with both hands, as she felt her breath catch in her chest. She could not breathe, she felt her chest tighten, and her lungs burn for air. She closed her eyes, only to find that they were suddenly warm and wet. She felt dizzy, and sick all at once. She felt bile rise in her throat and she fought it keep it down. She forgot about Peeta, Haymitch, Effie, the other tributes and everything else faded out of her mind. Every face but the face of her sister. Katniss knew she was going to die, she could accept that, but not the fact that she would never see Prim again. What would happen to her, would their mother sink back into a depression again? Would she leave small, sweet, innocent Prim to fend for herself again?

Everything was happening too fast. It was worse than any nightmare she had ever had before or after the arena, only this one was real. Snow had won. He had managed to send her back into the arena, and make damn sure she would never come out alive. She paused to wonder if she would even let her body be shipped home.

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[Leon Zephyr]

((OOC: I'll make it pretty later))

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In the tiny room he sat. Mind racing, thoughts filling his head to every nook and cranny. Every Hunger Games he had watched coming back to him in great detail. Which Tribute died first, how they died. The traps in the arena. Every year there was something different. Something... bull everything was different. It wasn't until the third Hunger Games he recalled whenever he leg started jiggling. It wasn't until the fifth when his hands began shaking. He sat on the couch, the small leather couch made to house the tributes. The ones that were sentenced to death... and if anyone cared enough to see them for a few minutes before they were shipped off to their doom. Surely his mother would come and see him off right? Surely Dante... his best friend would come and beg him to take care of his sister. The sixth Hunger Games he saw throughout his life began playing. "Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up, Shut up. SHUT UP!"

Who was he yelling at? Nobody... there was nobody in the room. At least not yet... he could hear voices whispering to him. No... no this wasn't happening. Not this early, he couldn't have snapped already. The Seventh Hunger Games started playing. The shaking in his hands slowly turned into a violent tremor. Leaning forward cradling his head in his hands trying to keep them from shaking. What was wrong with him? There had to be things wrong with him. Was he sick? No, sickness wouldn't cause voices in his head. "Shut up!" He yelled again. His back snapping erect eyes wide, taking a deep shaky breath. He needed to calm down... chill out and calm down. Yeah.. yeah that was it he needed to calm down...

Leon took several deep breaths, the shaking in his hands decreased to a slight vibration now and his leg only jiggled in spasms. The Eleventh Hunger Games... would anybody even come to see him off? Would anybody even care that was going to die? He took a sigh, maybe... maybe his mom? He didn't have any siblings. Maybe she was to mad at him for volunteering that she would spite him by refusing to see him off. And sit at the house, lonely and crying watching her son slowly die in front of her on the TV set...

Suddenly the door opened and Leon stood up. Gazing upon the pale face of his mother. Eyes red and puffy from freshly crying. There were no words that needed to be said. The rushed to each other's arms embracing one another tightly. "I'll come back, alive... I promise." She sniffled for a few moments. Before withdrawing herself from his embrace staring him in the eye.

"You already promised me that you wouldn't be chosen... how can I believe you now?" she muttered in a low voice.

"I promised you that I will be okay. And to honor that promise. I'm promising that I'll come back alive." he leaned down kissing her on the cheek. "I love you mom." He said before hugging her once more. The voices... the voices were laughing at him. Who! Who was laughing! His eyes shot open scanning the room carefully. He could HEAR them. Where were they?! Suddenly the door opened as a Peacekeeper walked in, grabbing Leon's mother by the arm and dragged her out. And Leon was helpless to just sit there and watch her leave. Tears of Sadness? No, none. In fact... he was kind of glad she left. Maybe the pain would dull a a bit if he was out of the picture for a while.

The door opened once more. Another visitor?! Who was it? Dante, maybe? Here to thank him and to look out for his sister. But... no it wasn't Dante. It was actually an ugly Peacekeeper giving him the sign that it was time to move on. He'd seen the Hunger Games enough to know what was next. The train... he would have to face Peeta, Katniss, Haymitch, Effie and his fellow Tribute.

He obediently walked out, his head down but not caring either way. He looked to his left, where another Tribute door was closed, suddenly opened as... well speak of the devil. Dante... the two exchanged glances. He knew Dante well enough to know what unspoken words laid behind those exchange of looks. Leon gave him a smirk... until a Peacekeeper pushed him forward. Damn, Capitol junk.

He was led to the train. In front of him were Katniss Everdeen, and Peeta Mellark. It wasn't there first rodeo so he just followed them. The two of them did the same thing sat down in plush high class chairs. He took a deep breath, within this train ride he would get to know both Katniss, and Peeta pretty well. But he just had to remember. Any "Love" they had was an act. Don't buy into their act, the second you do... you will die. He crossed them, taking the seat closest to the window. Placing his head on the glass staring out. Thinking back to what Dante didn't say but he heard... was it the voices in his head that made it up? But he had heard it...

Be nice to Araceli....

[Araceli Ricci]

Ara was terrified. She didn't want to go into the Games. But she had no choice. So she sat on the couch in the room she was waiting in for her last good byes. She stared at that wall and let her tears fall from her grey eyes. She looked over when the door opened and her siblings walked in and she hugged then tightly and sobbed. "I'm scared." She looked up at them and her sister kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry sweetie... But you have to be brave." She smiled a it and continued after a moment. "Now you promise me something Ara. Go out there and show the world how fearless you are. Show them the girl who is daring, fearless and determined to get home. Just like I know you are under all that fear. Keep that to yourself. Don't let them use it against them."

Ara nodded. "I'm scared I won't come back though..." She looked at them and raised her hand to her locket and sighed. It was the last thing she had of her parents and she swore never to took it off after they died. She wasn't about to start now, but it was saddening how she knew she was likely going to loose it if she lost her life, her siblings wouldn't get her locket back.She was okay though Lia was right, she had to be strong and not let anyone see anymore fear from her. She was scared on stage but she had to be strong from here on out. Suddenly the door opened and her siblings were told to leave. Lia got up and was let out but Ara clung to her brother. "Don't leave me Dante... I'm not ready."

He sighed and hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "Ara do as Lia says... That and promise me you will do your best to get out alive. Get on Katniss, Peeta and Leon's good sides. They are your team mates and you need to be on good terms with them. At lest don't have any arguments and give them no reason to be mad at you... Also be yourself. You are such a kind and sweet girl and people naturally like you. Get the people of Panem to love you Ara. And get home safely."

"I promise," she told him as he was pulled away. She stood there and dried her tears knowing she was going to be the one to leave next. No weakness. She wasn't scared. She wouldn't be for Lia's sake. As soon as the peacekeepers came in she followed them and fell into step behind Leon not letting the fear in her show through. Not right now. Now she just had to get onto the train and try and make friends with the rest of the District 12 tributes. She could do it. She sighed to herself as soon as she passed all the cameras and the doors of the train shut behind her. She was free for now. She followed the rest of them to a car and she sat beside Leon in silence for a bit. Bust she couldn't take the silence and the gloomy feel the silence held. "Hi," she offered up with a smile. Not her biggest and brightest one, but a genuine and sweet one nonetheless. She didn't want to go it alone and the best place to start was with the people from her District.