go ghost [d12 train] 95th

[tick 12a / calla]

R O E

The security at the carriage door won't stop staring.

Probably staring.

Maybe staring.

It's hard to tell with the ugly ass helmet.

It's like wearing sunglasses indoors. There's a distinct assholeishness to it. And this asshole's probably the biggest Keeper Roe's ever seen - shoulders the size of whole hams - and they've got a permanent fist on their baton like they think he's just one second away from snapping and attacking everyone onboard - he’s not that stupid.

Yet.

But yeah, he took off when his name was called.

And yeah, when they stuck him in the Justice Building to wait for his non-existent visitors he tried to pry the painted-shut window open to shimmy his stupid self out.

He tried to make a break for it when they got him in the crowded train station, and then he immediately went limp on the platform to try and slink away. That's when someone finally wised up and said hey, maybe we should get this guy immobilized.

He's already tried the charming thing - the c'mon sweetheart, let me out, I don't bite - but all it got him was an extra chilly dose of that cold anonymity

Fine, whatever.

They're probably ugly under the helmet anyway.

Now his ankle's attached to the leg of the bench which is attached to the floor. At least they've got it so he can look out the window. He still has to piss supervised.

Roe shifts, stares at the window some more, and then gets decidedly bored. The panic of being Reaped wore off sometime within the last hour. The panic of going off to die hasn't quite kicked in yet. His strategy of just ignoring everyone else starts to get old real fast. His heel starts to tap against the floor, his knee bouncing. All the good, rational parts of his brain started dying out a few years ago. It's all just been reactionary since then.

He turns to the poor guy that got dragged here with him and clears his throat to talk at a very normal, very indiscrete volume. It might've even come across as joking if he didn't have that gleam in his eye.

"Pass me that fork, I'm gonna stab the guard."

ELEGANT

[Cato]

The train is magnificent, and I want the chance to explore it all. I mean, part of me wants to jump from the train and find freedom, but I would never do that to my family. I would never do anything that would put their lives in danger which is why I'm trying to cooperate with those in charge. I just focus on the scenery as it changes, and I look at the beautiful tables scattered about in this one car. I've never seen anything like this before. I look at the different rooms as I walk through the train, and I find a place to stare outside for the longest time, but I need to change scenery again because this simply makes me feel so sad.

I move back through the train only stopping when I reach the car my district partner is in. I want to get to know this person more since they're all I have from home which makes it a bit more discouraging knowing only one of us may make it home alive. Right now, though, I'm not going to focus on that. It won't do me any good. Instead, I just look out the window half hoping to see something amazing. This is the first time I've ever left district twelve, and I really hope I make it back because I want my family to be okay, and I know winning would provide them with everything they need.

"Pass me that fork, I'm gonna stab the guard." It completely catches me off guard. Stabbing a guard wouldn't be the smartest thing in the world, but maybe it would take some of the attention off of me. I look at the table and grab a fork and hold it for a moment. This is the chance I need to really feel everything out, but I don't want to contribute to the violence, but maybe it'll be something fun. Maybe it'll be temporary entertainment or something. I don't know. I hand the fork to the other guy. "This should be amusing."

Table Credit: Dars