[center][h2][b][i]Sector 4[/i][/b][/h2]
[h3][color=f49ac2]Alva Zolkin[/color][/h3][/center]

Perfect. Great, excellent, exceptional. She'd been torn away from her parents, only the Council would know what happened to them, as well as Ryan. [i]Maybe I should have let him volunteer,[/i] she though, boarding the train. [i]No, no, no, that's just plain selfish and you know it, Alva.[/i] She huffed. Her conscience was right. She could have never seen him on the TV screen at home, battling for his life. And suddenly, it felt as if she was stabbed in the heart. He would be doing the same thing vice versa. 

Boarding the train, AJ would put on her bravest face, hiding almost all signs of fear, or any emotion, for that matter. Before she could even get a good look around the place, a woman that gave of an obvious motherly aura started to speak. AJ hadn't been called cutie pie sense she was about 6. Oh yeah, this was definitely going to be a fun train ride. Alva could be cruel at times, there fore she wouldn't need all that much training in the so called "mean" part of things. She folded her arms across her chest, giving a curt nod of the head.[color=f49ac2] "It's nice to meet you. The name's Alva Zolkin. Most call me AJ."[/color]

[center][h2][b][i]Sector Eight[/i][/b][/h2]
[h3][color=00aeef]Evangaline Clark[/color][/h3][/center]

The girls fate had already been determined, therefor, Evangaline decided to accept the fact while boarding the train and giving it a glance around. A TV, a comfy looking couch and food. Good, Evie needed time to process this as well as watch other choosing ceremonies. Looking at the blonde girl, Evangaline would realize they were about the same body shape and height. But all in all, the girl was young. [i]First time mentoring... won the games three years ago? Yep, I'm dead. But then again, I have been training all my life.[/i] Evie put a bright smile on her face, no reason to be rude, even if the girl was the beginning of her doom. 

[color=00aeef]"Nice to meet you, Angie,"[/color] she replied. [color=00aeef]"The names Evangaline Clark, though most call me Evie. Now.. if you'll excuse me... I think I'm going to go ahead and size up my fellow opponents, hm?"[/color] Walking past the girl, she would come to a stop in what seemed to be a den. Walking over, she would choose a single chair over to the side. Lucky for her, it was comfortable enough as she flicked on the TV. 

First up, Sector One. A man named Jonas Shinra stepped up to the plate, your typical rich-boy-never-do-no-harm-i'm-gonna-win-this-thing-because-I-have-money type. He looked fun enough, as in social and talkative, though she had the slightest feeling the two of them would have conflict. Next was a blonde woman, a child in her hands. Evie sat there motionless, as the mother carried her child to the stage. No doubt they would be separated right before the arena. [i]One more piece of evidence that the Council is nothing but heartless bastards,[/i] she though.