The Capitols Child | The Hunger Games

Noble As The Night

The man looked towards me, "Listen here, kid. I'm not up for playing any of your silly little games, or hearing any of your silly little stories. I know where you come from, I know who you and your family are. Want my respect? Prove to me you deserve it. Do I make myself 100% clear?" He finished, waiting for my response.

"Y-yes, sir." I spit out, not breaking eye contact.

He then looked toward Lavinia, "How old are you?" he asked.

"I'm 14." She responded, speaking slowly and confused.

He paused for a little and just looked at her, biting on half of his lower lip and bouncing his leg, seeming annoyed by her response.

The silence was interrupted by the escort walking through the door.

She noticed the man sitting with us, pausing to speak, "Well, I see you three have already met."

The man scoffed and stood up, "Yeah if you wanna call it that," making his way to the alcohol cart to pour himself a glass.

"Well then. I should formally introduce myself. My name is Quinn Beaumont." She said, looking between Lavinia and I, and then to the man, expecting him to introduce himself as well.

He chugged his glass, slamming the empty cup back onto the cart, startling Quinn and Lavinia before sitting back down.

Letting out a small sigh he began introducing himself, "I'm Cade Warren. Your supposed mentor," he finished, glancing up at Quinn to gain her approval.

"Cade won the 20th Annual Games at age 17, and his goal is to help the two of you win as well." Quinn said animatedly.

"Just one, if either of them even make it." Cade rolled his eyes as well.

"So," Lavinia began, "what exactly does mentoring include?"

"Keeping you alive long enough to hate the fact that-" Cade started, but was interrupted by Quinn.

"Cade's job is to help build your image, to make you interesting to the Capitol!" She spoke quickly, glancing over at Cade to make sure he didn't start speaking again.

"So-" I tried speaking, but Cade started to speak over me again, giving me a look of disapproval.

"So," He rudely begun, "we have a lot of work to do. If we even should bother."

Quinn lightly hit him after that statement, and apologized to me.

Lavinia continued speaking to them. Meanwhile, I stood up to go sit by a window and watch out at the land we were passing.

The last time I was on a train was when my family was banished to the districts; I never thought I would be back in the Capitol for any reason.

I started thinking about what it would be like again. What the people would do or how they would treat me.

To those in the Capitol, the Districts are dirty. Ignoring how the people themselves are, they were pretty dirty. The houses are unkept, and the water and food are not as clean as one would hope. But for the most part I never met one "dirty" person. 

Sure, there are a few here and there whose personalities resembled that of a rats, but I never really notice it immediately.

Was I now considered dirty, poor, impoverished? And what happened to my father? Was he still there, would he be there to greet me when I arrived off of the train? What could I make for my name and family name now that I'm back, but on the other side of the terribly designed system?