[center][h1]Sector Four[/h1][/center]

[center][h3][color=7ea7d8]Erika Desalle[/color] & [color=fff79a]Rosi Aioto[/color][/h3][/center]

Rosi stood on a podium looking out at the crowd feeling rather annoyed with the situation. Erika stood across from him, motionless, her expression one of numb disbelief. She stared out at the crowd, at everyone from Sector Four. A group of people she had never truly fit in with, and now it felt as though they were finally kicking her out. The ceremonies ended, and she felt the hands of one of the police officers taking hold of her arm to lead her off the stage. 

She stared at the ground as she walked, not looking at the police, not glancing at the other candidate. Finally, they reached the train station - a large building that would have been architecturally gorgeous under any other circumstances. She finally looke looked up, and frowned. Where had the other candidate gone? 

Rosi had been walking toward the train, or at least he thought he had. Without meaning to he had managed to walk away without anyone noticing. He asked a nearby official who was shocked to see him walking freely, he hesitantly guided him toward a large archway. 
It lead out onto a semi-circular balcony overlooking the station. The station had been cleared out for the occasion and looked odd without anybody walking around. It really struck him the scale of the building. Its huge glass roof held aloft by several stone pillars down the rooms center. A steel stairway lead down toward the engine where he saw the rest of the escort group. The person in the center stood out most; Erika, She was the other candidate... Rosi felt the train ride would be rather awkward as they would be fighting each other eventually. As he descended the stairs the group look up at him, then at each other, the guards were very confused as to how he had left unnoticed. He shouted down to the group with a smile. [color=fff79a]"Hello!"[/color]

Erika watched as the other candidate - Rosi, he had a name - walked down to the train station. His cheery greeting seemed remarkably out of place. At first glance, he didn't look particularly impressive. Not a fighter. Not someone who would be walking out of the Arena. But looks weren't everything. Maybe this guy had a devastatingly lethal power. 

She acknowledged him with little more than a nod before turning to board the train, trusting that Rosi would follow. They had a long ride ahead of them. There would be plenty of time for talking.