cloudy sun [d1 train]

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COACH DELUXE

District One

Meeting and making friends with the other tributes wasn't exactly high on Coach's priority list. Regardless, he knew he'd be basically forced to interact with some of them to an extent. That's why, when he got on the train, he didn't try to avoid it like he normally might have. Besides, his district partner, Silk, was rather pretty, and he'd never complain about talking to a pretty girl.

Upon boarding the train, he was first met by mountains of delicious-looking food. Immediately, before even taking his seat, he grabbed a plate and piled it high with some of the most attractive pastries and desserts. Then, he sat down, took a bite out of a cupcake, and started to chew his food when he remembered that he wasn't alone.

Silk was there with him, too. Silk Le Roux. Her name was a famous one- the Le Roux part, anyway. Not only was it a big name in Hunger Games history, but there was a victor who shared her surname, too. Ridley Le Roux had won the eighty-third Hunger Games, which Coach hadn't exactly expected. Regardless, he was glad that District One had produced another victor, and he was determined to be the next one.

He looked to Silk, finished chewing his bite of cupcake, swallowed it and spoke.

"Le Roux, huh?" he said simply.

He wasn't sure what he was getting at with that question, exactly, but perhaps something interesting would come out of it all. If not, it was no loss to him. He took another bite of his cupcake as he waited for a response from her. He was sure to be a bit more delicate with his eating this time, however. He'd always hated when people judged him, after all. Coach would hate to be seen as a slob.

SWANSKI

[esther kim d3 {lance}]

It's interesting, how good you've become at reading people just by a few seconds of watching their body behavior. Everyone from the stuck up fat cat businessman with far too much money for his own good to your trainers back at the academies had tells, had ways of revealing just who they really were to the general public.

And your district partner is no exception. Coach Deluxe, another unlucky name pulled out of the hat just like your own. Interesting, how even the Careers can be unpredictable - rushing forward in pairs one year, staying oddly silent the next (Though honestly, you suppose the quick and untimely deaths of Vallora Seth and Alistair Gale the previous year, outnumbered two to one and butchered in quick succession, may or may not have had something to do with that) and how different lines of fate can be intertwined.

And Coach Deluxe is someone who has been stifled, if the way he piles on desserts and pastries onto his plate is anything to go by. Here is a boy who has been forced to live by strict rules - either society's, his parents', or a combination thereof - and rather than mourn the rest of his life in a fit of tears, he's taking advantage of impending death and doom to break the last set of strings on rules that no longer have any meaning.

You wonder just how far this newfound search for freedom will go.

"Le Roux, huh?" he said between mouthfuls of cupcake. You smile wanly in response, the gesture not reaching your eyes; expected, and unsurprising, that even here, your family reputation would precede you.

"Silk, actually," you respond in a tone matching your expression. "But yes, Le Roux is my family name." Your smile widens just a fraction. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage."

That is a lie. But why reveal every weapon in your arsenal to a potential rival before you've secured their loyalty?

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COACH DELUXE

District One

Coach wasn't blind to the fact that his District partner was pretty. Her hair fell just right, and her eyes had this look to them that was annoyed, intimidating and tempting all at once. He couldn't focus too much on her looks, however, as he needed to keep his mind in check, being sure to concentrate on all things Games-related.

Yes, she was 'Games-related' but he couldn't see her as some pretty thing to lust after like he would have back in the Districts. Rather, he needed to think of her as nothing more than another tribute that was going to go into the Hunger Games with him and try to murder him later. There was no true friendship in the Games, from what Coach could tell. They all tried to kill each other in the end. They didn't just back down and let someone kill them... usually. There were of course a few exceptions, but it didn't happen often. Those who backed down probably had a death wish to begin with.

His District partner had a slight smile on her face, but it didn't seem genuine.

"Silk, actually," she responded when he asked about her name, starting with her surname.

"But yes, Le Roux is my family name." Her smile grows the slightest bit bigger. ["I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage."

A disadvantage? Coach was confident in himself, but Silk having come from the Le Roux family made him feel that he probably didn't have the advantage for once. They were likely well-trained, especially after Ridley's win. He wanted to say something like that, but he didn't want to seem like he thought of himself as any weaker than her, so he chose his next words carefully after swallowing a bit of his cupcake.

"Er- sorry, I should have been more considerate regarding your name," he apologized. Manners were something his parents had drilled into his head at a young age, so an apology seemed in order.

"I'm Coach DeLuxe, eldest child of the DeLuxe family, but I suppose we're not well known when it comes to the Games." He explained this and then felt a bit embarrassed. He sounded like his father, including his family and his place in it in the introduction of himself.

He tried to will the blush away from his cheeks.

Then he remembered that she'd said something about him having her at a disadvantage. She seemed like the type who would have more confidence than that, looking at her, but he supposed she must not. It was either that, or she was messing with him.

"A disadvantage? I suppose you must not train all that much, then? I've been training for years. I planned to volunteer this year, but it looks like something decided it was my turn regardless." He said this before realizing he was probably talking too much, put down his food and sealed his lips for a moment, waiting for her to say something more.

SWANSKI