all that glitters [d1 train]

[Tom]

Curved script spreads along the worn papered pages of a leatherbound journal, his hand tracing the words piece by piece. Memories littered into the margins of a evermoving mind. Thoughts spilled upon a canvas of white where ink spreads over the past, echoing a thought across time. Tapping his pen against paper, he ignores the feeling in his chest of impatience. There's too much time and not enough time for him. Dyno Moreno's been a patient man since the day he was born, always waiting in the wings for his moment. The time between carrying his own thoughts and making decisions far beyond his own lifetime, he stays silent in the room they've provided him.

His sister had come to give him a pep talk. Words spilled into the air with a heavy amusement which bleeds into his skin as a memory, where she'd always tell him he's too dramatic. Too much of a dreamer. A planner with a need for perfection. Perfection was unachievable, but man did he try to achieve the impossible. A laugh from his lips is what's inked onto the pages before him; a smile curling upwards with the taste of an excitement he could only feel. A mother came next, filled with the begrudging acceptance of his own choice. A mother who's tears were meant to break him, but Dyno Moreno couldn't understand why this would be a sad affair. His entire life's goal was in front of him, at a hand's grasp away. Of course, he would go reaching for it as soon as he could. In the pages of his head, he inks her words to his very soul. Broken understanding of a loss she'd already experienced and the birth of a new distraught reality.

A father filled with all the surprise in the world. Remo, his father, had come in alone dressed in those awful clothes from the sixties where he had lived around the others. Jae and Reyes had died long before he volunteered, but his father wanted to remind him of the legacy he carries. A legacy which was to be broken by his own hands. A laugh from Dyno is all that came, even when his father told him how proud he was of him, despite the disappointment hidden behind the irises of his eyes. With a wave of a hand, Dyno bleeds ink into swirled scrawl as he keeps his own emotions hidden under the margins of a page. A father who'd been kinder than most, but still weak in many ways. Grimacing at the way his father gives him a hug, burrowing away the feeling in his stomach for when the crown is plastered to his head.

Keepers take him away then. Out of the building where families reside, bleeding hearts left behind as notes in a new legend to be told. A chapter completed as his feet take him forward. Eyes focused on the future running ahead of him. The train is marvelous in many ways. He's travelled on one before, but he'd been so young back then. Now, he resides on the rails where he's being led to a car where his mentors and district partner would be. Blanking away his emotions, he focuses on the plan he's had since he was a babe.

Victors mean nothing anymore. Ridley Le Roux wasn't a true Le Roux in the eyes of her family. An outcast who'd gotten lucky. Justice Fray had become nothing more than whatever the media decides to call him. Surely, he's calmed down since his win, but Dyno could care less about a Fray. There's enough graves there to know the Frays are nothing more than stories to be thrown away. As for Opal Shore, she's been out of the picture for longer than most. Who cares what Eleven victor she was hooking up with? Not him. As for Peridot Myler, well only people like his father and mother really know about the guy. Definitely isn't going to be any help to him.

Shrugging open a door, he climbs aboard the car where he notices platters of different foods he's had before. Fancy food that he's gotten lucky enough to be served in One. Leatherbound journal set away into his back pocket, he moves closer to take a look, but doesn't feel hungry at all. As he contemplates the food, he hears the door slide open to the car. Steele Cassidy. most likely, but he could be wrong. Memories of the reaping flood into his head. The memory of watching a tiny girl volunteer for Steele, only for Steele to be stuck as the tribute. As long as she didn't get in the way, they could work well. Maybe even together, but for now, he's not going to let anyone stop him. Not even his district partner.

"I've always been curious." His voice slips almost unconsciously as he speaks, careful in his tone. There's no hesitation in his voice as he continues. "Wanna see what's in the caboose of a train?" A shrug of his shoulder as he slowly turns around, face still unwaveringly blank as he looks to whoever's come through the door. Despite this, he still manages to throw up a small smile trying to be friendly.