District 11 Train

The Luxury of the High Speed Train awaits its Tributes...

I moved ever so slowly to the center table, not sure what to do. I was a tribute in the games, I was going to Die, and I had no one to even talk to. At least D11 doesn't have a mentor that I knew of, but they might be hiding. I sighed and flopped my self onto a table, placing my muddy shoes on the leather seat. I couldn't stand the capitol, one they took my life, made my family suffer, and now have made me a target if I win, and then Had to go and kill Zach... I grabbed the steak knife and sent it flying towards the glass flower case, hitting it with a dull thud and bouncing off. I sighed walking to the other side of the train, looking for the glasses. I found them in the large cabinet next to the gazillion bottles of different flavored whiskey. I smiled and tossed the glass behind me, making it shatter. The next thing I knew was that i was filling up the flower Vase, for my second time. I heard footsteps and looked around at the mess, broken glass, shredded flowers and a twisted knife. I looked at the door and Smirked.

I Laughed a little, "Sorry, I didn't see them there. You want a drink, I had a few to clear my head, but not much more than that." I gave another wide smile, brushed off the glass and took a seat. I still haven't seen the other Tribute, but my anger was gone now, and I felt like Myself again. "Sorry about all of that, Just giving one last jab for Zachary, the boy who was shot.... I'm Gemini Twen, May I ask you your name?"