the neon on the river ~D2 Tributes

[elizza ann larkspur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 200px;] [atrb=width,440] don't make me go home GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER It surely wouldn't be easy. As easy as it was to say, it would be extremely difficult to do and think as so. She didn't like it one bit, but it was the games. And they were a part of it now. What else was there to do? Elizza gave a small nod after he spoke and listened as he questioned about the other tributes - the Careers. The ones that would most likely be their allies - their extra pair of eyes and arms. They were to be an alliance with the careers, for the most part anyway. She still hadn't decided what her plan was. She thought the training center would help her figure it out. Since that will be the first time all of the tributes come together to train. She had to admit that she was excited for that. Training in front of her opponents and meeting the other careers, from the other districts. The thought was beyond what she could imagine. Pulling her focus back to Matrim, she had to think a moment on the question. What would they be like? She shrugged, "I don't know." It wasn't something they could just determine or guess on, they hadn't seen the recaps of the reapings. And when they did, maybe they could make an estimate. But at that point, she had no idea. "I think they'll enjoy their time here. But, I don't know."

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[matrim daniel fairbain]

It wasn't really something they could know, at the moment. He gave a slight nod as Elizza said she thought they would enjoy their time here. Maybe they would - Mat knew that a lot of the other potential tributes in District Two who he had trained with would enjoy the challenge of the Hunger Games. Mat wasn't here for that reason. He had trained so that he would be able to get it done when he had to, but he wouldn't enjoy it.

"There are so many unknowns coming up," he suddenly mused. "The Capitol, our stylists, the other tributes, the parade... I mean, you hear about these things, but I have no idea what to expect now. It's pretty intense." He was rambling a little, now - well, she was there to talk to, he preferred that to the alternative which was just sitting in silence.

[elizza ann larkspur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 200px;] [atrb=width,440] don't make me go home GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER Elizza only listened as he went on. She thought of all those things weeks before the reapings even commenced. It was fascinating, but they still had to get that train ride over with, then it would be the opening ceremonies. Where their stylists and prep teams will doll them up for the ceremonies - their first arrival in the Capitol as they represent their district in festive clothing. It was all rather intense. And Elizza couldn't wait. The train ride seemed to be taking forever to arrive at the Capitol train station. Although she knew that once she was there, there would only be a matter of days before the arena. The thought ran mad in her head a moment before she brought herself back to attention. "It is..." she said, seeming as though she were listening. Which she was, only to travel back into her thoughts. She didn't mind the silence, especially if she had nothing more to say. At that moment she didn't. She looked to Matrim and frowned slightly with a single thought. "Are you ready for it all?" she asked seriously now. He didn't seem to be their for the victory or the glory, which was partly her reason, she knew there was more to it. Elizza hugged her knees, looking out the window once more and back at Mat.

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[matrim daniel fairbain]

Elizza seemed to be slightly lost in her own thoughts, which mirrored what Mat was feeling as well. There were a lot of thoughts going through his head. "Yeah, I'll be okay. I'm much more ready for the training than for the styling, I think that'll be pretty weird," he told her. "Like, having people whose job it is to make sure I have the right clothes and look good and stuff, you know?" He supposed it would be less weird for Elizza, she was a girl and in general girls were more partial to having stylists than guys were. He wasn't sure, but Elizza's eyes looked almost eager.

[elizza ann larkspur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 200px;] [atrb=width,440] don't make me go home GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER Elizza listened, her frown fading with a slight smirk replacing it. She thought the training would be the best part. Even if she had been doing it for years, it was something she was looking forward to. "Yea.. I'm looking forward to that training. But the styling will be interesting," she replied. The styling would either be a disaster for her or a complete breeze, she wouldn't know until the time came. It wasn't something she was overly excited about, like some of the other tributes may be. Or like how some had in the past. She had to admit some of the stylists were fantastic, and others not so much. She was interested to see who her stylist would be. That was on thing she never really thought of while in the district. It was always about the arena, and strategies. She'd had quite the time to do so, her time alone benefited her now. She hoped it would later on as well. Elizza looked around the main compartment for a moment, really for no good reason. She just didn't know what to say to this boy. There he was sitting across from her and they were talking about the games for the first time. She didn't exactly want to get too friendly with him. Sure, she would be, however, she would have to deal with loosing or even killing him. She promised herself before that killing your own district partner would lessen your sponsors, that was not an option. It never was with Elizza. No matter how much she had wanted to leave District 2, she wouldn't abandon or forget it, it was in fact her home. She averted her eyes from Matrim and let out a breath. At least they were only speaking of the games.

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[matrim daniel fairbain]

Mat nodded in agreement. For each of them, the training was where they were comfortable, it was what they had been doing for years. It was where they would excel, where they would probably attract the most sponsors. Mat turned to look out the window. The conversation had died down, which he supposed made sense - he reminded himself that only one person was coming out of the arena alive, which meant that at least one of himself and Elizza would have to die. So despite wanting to continue talking to her (it was easing his nerves, and he couldn't help but notice how attractive she was) he kept focusing on the scenery flying by outside the window. He started thinking about the other tributes, who they would be up against, and then gave a bit of a start. "Won't they be showing the recordings of all of the reapings by now? We could see what the other tributes are like," he suggested, broken out of his thoughts.

[elizza ann larkspur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 200px;] [atrb=width,440] don't make me go home GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER It was silent for a while, and at that point Elizza wasn't sure if she wanted to stay or leave to her compartment. She only pushed that thought aside, occupying herself with fiddling with her necklace again. What was stopping her from just standing up and leaving? She wasn't sure, but decided that she just didn't feel like it. That way emotion draining overall, with her parents, being reaped, the whole process. For her it was anyway. She wanted badly to leave that all home and come into all of it without a worry or sign of weakness. Although it hadn't been that easy, surely enough her experience in the Justice Building helped let off some steam. Elizza looked to Mat as he mentioned the reapings recap. She wasn't sure when they were suppose to be aired, but she sure did want to see them. "Should be. Hestia would know, but I don't know where she left off to." She sat regularly in the chair now, letting her feet touch the ground of the train again. "Should we check?" she asked, a bit eager to see if they were on - to see the other tributes.

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[matrim daniel fairbain]

Mat nodded and stood up, and went over to the TV that was on a nearby wall, switching it on. Sure enough, they were showing repeats of the reapings - currently they were on District Four. Cadmus Selkirk, Katri Galloway. They both seemed strong, formidable. No easybeats there. On the plus side, they'd probably both end up being Careers as well, which would mean it would be easier for their group to 'take out' the rest of the field early on. "Both Careers?" he suggested to her, checking to make sure that Elizza agreed with his evaluation.

[elizza ann larkspur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 200px;] [atrb=width,440] don't make me go home GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER Elizza stood after Matrim and walked over to where the TV sat on a nearby wall. She remained standing, stepping back a bit, as she crossed her arms. He switched it on and the screen lit up. They were currently on District 4. She was glad that they had passed their district, she didn't necessarily want to see herself walk up onto that stage. Although once Hestia came back she would probably want to watch it with them. At least they were getting sort of a head start. It would be good to just study the tributes on their own. Cadmus Selkirk and Katri Galloway. The District 4 tributes. Elizza kept her eyes on the screen, nodding in response to Matrim. "Definitely." Just the way they held themselves she could tell. The two of them seemed around their age. The older the careers the better. Those two were most likely going to be in their alliance from the start. Unless of course they didn't want to. Then they would be the targets rather than the allies. She thought that they would just wait and see. Next was District 5. Odin Saveshoot and Venus Summers. She took note as she watched them being reaped on the screen. She wasn't planning targets, she didn't know what these people could do.

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[matrim daniel fairbain]

The district five tributes both looked about their age as well. Mat was thinking carefully but couldn't remember which industry District 5 represented, so he asked Elizza. "Which industry are they, again?" It would make quite a difference in terms of which skills they were likely to have.

And then it was District Six. Lucas Davies and Apolla Perrish. Again, they seemed older - at least, in the upper range of possible ages. So far he hadn't seen any really young tributes - but that did make sense, older children had put their names in the reaping bowl more times than the younger ones, so it made sense that less younger children would get reaped. "This is so weird, watching these people on the screen, when we're going to be coming up against them soon," he said quietly. It already felt like he was analysing them for potential weaknesses.

[elizza ann larkspur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 200px;] [atrb=width,440] don't make me go home GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER "Power," she said in response to Matrim. She'd known the districts quite well, she practically had them all memorized by now. She even knew what skills and advantages came along with each districts. She had learned it all from school, the academy, and her father, who knew very well from being a career himself. Her mother never was, and she was never reaped. She was fortunate. Whenever this simple thought came to her mind, she knew that her mother thought of herself as unfortunate. And Elizza had felt it was her fault. Keeping focused on the next tributes from District 6. They seemed around their age as well. Wow, she thought. There were going to be quite a few older tributes this year. Many will be strong or some extremely weak. District 6 looked alright, although not anything special to keep an eye on. Elizza let out a slight chuckle, catching onto what Mat had said. "I know, but that's reality," she said a bit sarcastically, shifting her weight to one leg. District 7 was up next. The escort took her stand and announced the names. Sawyer Rhodes and Ryder Vox. These two were the same although Elizza found a bit more interest in these two. She just had a feeling. She bit her lip and glanced at Matrim, wondering whether to say something or not. Once the reapings for 7 were rapping up she said softly, "What are you thinking?" She wanted to know, because she hadn't really known herself. Maybe it was just a gut feeling she had, she wasn't sure.

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[matrim daniel fairbain]

"Oh, that's right," Mat replied, nodding. So they might not be particularly trained in combat, but given the right materials, they could be very dangerous if they could set up traps to electrocute people, or things like that. It was important to have it fixed in his head what kind of advantages it was likely that each other tribute would have - he couldn't take any of them for granted.

Mat watched as the reapings for District Seven were displayed. Lumber, he remembered that one. He was caught off guard at Elizza's question, and a bit unsure whether she meant about these two tributes, or in general. "I think that these two will be great at surviving for long periods of time in forests and areas like that, and probably excellent at climbing trees, too. Other than that, I'm trying to kind of take mental notes on all of them, but obviously I can't really get much until I can watch them in training." Even then, it was still likely that they'd conceal their strengths. Really, he'd effectively going into the arena blind, because he could pick up misconceptions of what people's strengths were from the training. "What about you?"

[elizza ann larkspur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 200px;] [atrb=width,440] don't make me go home GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER Elizza only shrugged at his answer. He was right about that, and once he asked her, she simply replied, "I agree." She didn't quite know what else to say because she hadn't known what more she really thought of it. The only way to really know would be in the training. That way she could take some time in line watching the other tributes. She made note of these two before the screen skipped and District 8 came up. She decided to leave her straying thoughts alone so she could really pay attention. It was a nice break to really focus on the tributes and the games, rather than anything else that might find its way into her mind. Sometimes she wished life would be completely silent, even her own mind. Septimus Thorburn and Isabella Kushren. The male looked older and the girl had looked quite young. That was a change from the older tributes they had already seen. The girl seemed to be keeping herself together quite well as was the boy. She knew District 8 was known for textile. What could they possibly be handy for? She shook her head as those reapings disappeared, and District 9 took it's place.

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[matrim daniel fairbain]

Mat nodded at her agreement, noting that she didn't seem to have anything more to say about it. At least, nothing more that she wanted to share with him. Perhaps he'd have to be a bit more careful about holding his tongue around her, too. Just because she was from District Two didn't mean he could trust her.

As District Eight came up, the first thing that Mat noticed was the youth of the girl - she was the first young tribute they had seen so far - and the second was the intensity of the boy's gaze. He looked... well, dangerous. Mat didn't quite know how he could tell that just from a first look at him, but he was immediately wary of the boy from District Eight. Septimus. He'd be a threat.

District Nine... Jeremiah Lockhearst and Abigail Esurio. Abigail looked slightly younger, but not as young as the girl from eight. Again, the boy was older. "Wow, there really haven't been many young reapings this year," he mused aloud to Elizza.

[elizza ann larkspur]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; height: 200px;] [atrb=width,440] don't make me go home GIVE ME SOMETHING TO REMEMBER Elizza shook her head slightly, beginning to bite on her fingernails. District 9 was yet again older. The arena would be crawling with adrenaline and hormones with all of these tributes. She had a feeling it was going to be a brutal year. Although not for herself she hoped. District 10 reapings began. She knew the district well. Kristy Glass and Balthar Baxwoll. The boy, Balthar was the youngest. He looked extremely young and this had brought a frown to her face and a shift of her feet. Elizza hated seeing that young, helpless face being reaped, he must have been twelve at least. She wouldn't want to kill that boy and she hoped that she would never encounter him. Although, the girl didn't look like any harm, she may actually be a target. Elizza still couldn't be sure. Training told most - well the scores. Because that was when they actually did their best.She couldn't wait to show off her strength to the gamemakers and receive her score. But she had to remember: one step at a time. And at that moment, it was studying the reapings recaps.

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