The Hunger Games: The Cry of Temperance

[TL] Districts 1 through 6

Districts 1 and 2

"So, uh.. First time?"

Beau's voice immediately broke the silence between the three other Career tributes who– all reluctantly averted their gaze purposely away from him.

He raised a brow, boisterous even more so, as he tilted his head over to his district partner. "Well, I'd say that it's both of our first times here," he locked his arm in with her as she shot a glare right towards him, releasing herself.

Charloette was in no mood, in fact– she cared not for his words, but rather how close they were getting to the Capitol. Instead of joy or amuse, all she could find was deprivation for herself as she kept her hands jittered along the cashmere along her vest. Its touch was the only thing keeping her calm through all of this– as Beau had spoken childishly through the whole feat– talking off everyone's heads as they minded their own.

And in the solitude that the other three had placed, there was an obvious tension between Beau and the other district that had sat right across them. "You guys are so boring, don't you know what you have?"

"Beau, leave them alone," she leaned her head upon the glass pane, the carriage bobbing her hair as her braids bounced off the wall as she dug her scalp even further into the glass. "They don't wanna talk."

"Don't speak for them, Char. They're well aware of using their own words, now aren't they?" His smile lifted as the forefront of his teeth revealed itself, pearled and unnatural, while his eyes remained hungry for a reaction. Something to give him more from this unamusement until the actual games would provide.

"We're all tired," Charloette shook her head, placing her hands on her face– "we're not gonna get to sleep for a while, so please.."

"It's just a few minutes," he shrugged aimlessly, averting his eyes from the desolate girl. "What do a few minutes hurt? Just banter, talk– you guys can do that, huh?"

"Beau." Char rolled her eyes, finally rising in her seat as she lifted her head from the window, the moisture slowly fogging away as she lifted herself from the plated wall.

"You're fit for the Capitol," Hayyan blurted, his legs firm on the ground as his tired eyes finally made contact with the boy's. Supposedly, he was a year younger but his gaze held more maturity than Beau alone. There was a distance in his eyes as he leaned back in his seat, folding his arms now. "You sure you didn't buy your way into the Games?"

"Now, now, why would I need to do that?"

"You talk and act like one of their citizens. You said you volunteered too, not many kids do that. Not many kids want to even try to do all that." Hayaan squinted, as he looked beside him to the distant girl, whose arms were embedded into her lap as she looked towards him in the corner of her eye.

"It's an honor to fight for my district," he lifted his gaze, a smoldering grin seen upon his lips as his cheeks blossomed. "After last year's games–"

"He's been a pain," Charloette murmured, her hands gripped along the edge of her seat. "He talks about it non-stop, the whole time we were headed towards the Capitol–"

"Now, now," Beau looked to her, purposeful as he opened his mouth.

"I agree," the girl across from them spoke, her brows raised as she slowly blinked, shaking her head. "You talk too much about it, and we've only been here for three minutes."

"Wouldn't you celebrate your district's winner?" Beau proposed.

"You have to remember not many people want to head into these Games," Hayyan kicked his foot along the ground, "not everyone is like you, and not everyone has a winner like last year's."