♒ Train Ride Introductions || ℜoman ☼ ℘ixie ♒
The journey to the train station was depressing, to say the least. I'm missing my family and Troy already. In addition to that was us passing by the areas in my District were poverty was common. I've tried so hard to avoid places like this when I was little, and now I had to view them before getting into the ride to the Capitol.
Then there's Vanilla who sat in between us. It's like she just couldn't stop babbling about the splendors that await Pixie and I nor could she put down her makeup and lipstick. I can assume she had about fifty layers on her face by now. I guess the Capitol only believes in artificial beauty and tries to hide their natural appearances as much as possible. I wonder what Vanilla would look like if she washed everything away.
The thought kept me from paying anymore attention to the slum-houses we pass by where my mom said the peasants and rebels punished by the Capitol lived. God, if only District Four was a complete tropical paradise instead of having a small portion housing the privileged families. I thought the rich areas were I lived were big. They are nothing compared to the size of the rest of my District.
Finally we reached the train station. A large, technically advanced vehicle, with the Capitol insignia and our District's logo painted on its walls, awaited us. Vanilla led us in, with me walking alongside Pixie.
Once we were inside, my eyes glanced at everything. The Capitol furniture was beautiful. Chairs, tables, television screens, chandeliers. All made me envy the Utopian-like city of Panem even more. My mom often buys such luxurious house decorations made in the Capitol, but the amount at our house is nothing compared to the ones in the train.
I poured myself a pink-coloured beverage and sat down at one of the chairs. I took a sip which tasted divine. Never have I drank something so delicious. As I grabbed the bottle for a second drink, Vanilla stopped me.
"That's the last bottle of that wine, darling. Save some for the rest of us," she ordered politely.
I sat my glass down and sighed. I turned my attention to my District Partner, which I haven't spoken to nor have I interacted with since that handshake from earlier. "It's... nice to meet you," I said, trying to get a conversation started.