The Ambrosia Games *slow updates*

Nico Di Angelo-District 6-Transportation-Apollo-Train Ride

After reading the letter, people were supposedly coming to say fair well, but nobody came, no, not Nobody, nobody. I just sat there in this puffy chair waiting until some crazy looking people came and Victoria Semidio and I were escorted to a train station.

I find it a funny coincidence that Semidio is Italian for:Demigod. I think she is a child of Aphrodite, but in a way like Piper, her eyes seem to change between purple, grey, blue, green, and hazel. She looks as much like a child of Aphrodite as a malnourished twelve year old can look. She has messy dirty blonde hair that fell to the middle of her back. She had eyes that said she mistrusted every person, eyes that could make a grown man curl up in fear, or brighten up the world,. She volunteered to take the place of a skinny girl who was also twelve. This girl appeared to be a friend of hers.

A camera was waved in my face. Ugh. Attention. Ugh. As we stepped on the train I had to stop for a minute to take it all in. Victoria did as well. Compared to district 6, this was Elysium. Trust me-I've seen it. The train began to move at such a fast speed I was sure it was not a normal train. I heard Victoria mumble something about the train going 250 miles per hour. So pretty fast.

I am guided to a room and told to be ready for dinner in an hour. I open the wardrobe and find many cloths. Most are unbearably colorful, like a forest green T-shirt or a pair of jeans, but there is some black clothing.

I pick out a pair of black pants, they are not jeans, but they are the best I could find. These people sure like their colors. I also find a solid black T-shirt, a black hoodie and a pair of black combat boots. The boots are decorated with tiny silver skulls around the edges-not my first choice, but bearable. I would prefer the skulls on the T-shirt, or even the hoodie. I lay the cloths out on the bed and go to take a shower.

The shower was very high tech. Leo would have loved it. It had many buttons, and some how I messed it up so badly that it shot hot and cold water at me. It didn't like me very much. When I stepped out it dried me. Okay, this was kind of cool, even if it hates me. I slip into the new clothing and head out of my room.

The food was magnificent. There was buttery rolls and lamb stew and many other delicious things. I could hear piper on the back of my mind complaining about the stew.

I had no idea where my friends were. I did know by the letter in the book that that they each were in a district. I figured either Annabeth or Leo was in the third district,envy would likely be in 4, Jason in 4, Hazel in 1, and Frank in 10, I wasn't sure about the rest though.

"I am your mentor kiddos!" A lady with a ratty mop of blonde hair baby voiced us. She looked a bit drunk. Her eyes were bloodshot. She looked like a maniac crazy bag lady, sort of like Juno when Percy carried her across the river into Camp Jupiter. I wasn't there, but I heard stories.

"O-Kay?" Victoria said. It was clear she, like me did not appreciate the baby tone.

"Aww! Arn't you two cute!" She squealed. If she knew I was technically like 80 years old she would adjust her tone.

"Excuse me, but you talking to us like we are incompetent two year olds is not going to help us win the hunger games." Sasstoria-erm-Victoria said. Sassy-erm-VICTORIA as obviously not in the mood for joking around. "Isn't there a different living mentor we could have? You, whatever your names, which I suppose your name sucks, are NOT GOING TO HELP US WIN!"

"Aw, how cute! My name is Dime! And sadly, I am the on..ly........liv..ing........Men....Tor. The rest ended their days." She needs to shut up now.

"Listen lady!" I yell, slapping a bottle of wine out of her hands,"Vict-em WE need you. Stop drinking your dam drink and. Get. A. Grip. We could die. Get. A. Grip. Dime!" That outburst came from nowhere in particular, but I meant it. Well, except that i need to live, I have been training for a while now, but still.

Dime squeaked and passed out. Victoria left out the door. She just flipped her hair with a annoyed sigh and stomped out the door. I left Dime on the floor and followed her. I was going to help her if the Dime didn't, which was the most likely case.

Just before I knocked, a lady said we needed to report to the sitting room to watch the reapings. Great. Well, at least I would get to see where my friends were.

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"And the male tribute for district twelve...." another squeaky lady, like all the other districts, "Dane Page!" The crowed was shocked, this was a joy to the school children and a shock to the adults. Dane was that person who appeared as an angel to adults, but would bully everyone behind the teachers backs. He was fifteen years old, he had short messy blond hair and shocking blue eyes.

I knew where my friends were now, and who the unclaimed demigods were. In district 1 there was Hazel, and a buff 18 year old volunteer named Hank Fang, which ironically rhymes with Frank Zhang. District 2 had Annabeth and a bony but tough seventeen year old named Kane Corpse. District three had Leo and a twelve year old named Miranda Yang. In district Four there was Percy and a girl named Tia Pax who was eighteen and built like a long distance runner. Jason and a skinny, mildly malnourished fourteen year old girl with curly brown hair named Selena Remirez (who was in no way related to Reyna) were in five, Then there was my reaping. After that there was district sevens reaping, in which Thalia and a boy named Bark Cara-De-Piña, who was thirteen and looked like he was never feed more than one meal a week was chosen. District Eight had Piper and a boy named Bolt Dean, who volunteered for no apparent reason. he was eighteen, it was almost like he wanted to be in the games. In Nine there was Clarisse and Sandy Lanes who looked like a fifteen year old son of Herms. In district Ten, Frank and Avery Goldberg, a thirteen year old girl with long blonde hair, grey eyes, and a look that said "I hunt for a living, I don't want to, but I will do whatever it takes to live". In Rachel's district (eleven) a boy who could have been Octavian when he was sixteen named I kid you not, Octavian the hundredth. Reyna is in district twelve and the other tribute is a Dane Page, the bully.

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The program ended and we were ushered off into our bedrooms. We would arrive at the Capital in the morning.

1241 words minus this bricks! I did a good job! That paragraph were I introduced all the tributes is there is like 13 sentence. For some reason "sentences" auto corrected to "Santa" strange. I think I did good work bricks. Sorry about any spelling errors. I suck at spelling.

Hey Katniss, I know your not in the story (yet) but do the disclaimer

Katniss: the what?

Say: All rights go to Suzanne Collins and Rick Troll Reordian.

Why?

Because I don't own the characters and whatnot!

But you just said that. Why should I?

Fine.

*Brick Out*

Your a brick?

Yes I am a brick.

O-Kay I guess?

(P.S. with this there is 1356 words!)