[center][h1][color=#AED6F1]Kolton Favreau[/color][/h1][/center]
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Kolton let Silver enter first, following behind with one last look before he was prodded further and had the door shut practically in his face. He huffed softly towards the door, turning back to catch up with Silver as they entered an overly decorated room that smelled of many different sweets and foods. The smell was almost sickening. So many different scents in such a small room was a bit overbearing to the senses. Although quite a few of the foods caught Kolton's attention, the smells hardly compared to their District's bakery. When the train suddenly lurched forward, Kolton too was caught up in the sight of their district quickly becoming a distant memory behind them. He was about to say something about how interesting it was that the train seemed to be flying with the way it was moving along the tracks when a hand flew across his face. Kolton stepped back out of shock, one hand cupping his face.

It stung really bad, not only from the slap but from the previous punch he'd received from his brother just a few minutes before. He opened his mouth to object when again, his words were silenced, but in a very different manner than before. Kolton's breath caught in his chest as it had when Silver's name was called in the square. [i]What this just raw, impulsive emotion.. or did she really feel [b]that[/b] way for him?[/i] Kolton didn't allow himself to dwell on it much more than a moment, kissing her back a time or two before pulling himself away with a [i]very[/i] confused look. That's when she shot out the question at him, looking angrier than he'd ever seen her. She never was one to ever be truly [i]angry[/i]. It almost scared Kolton, hearing her speak that way to him.

[color=#AED6F1][b]"I still am, Silver. I voluntee-"[/b][/color] Once more, his words were cut short as two women filed into the room. One being the spokesperson, the other their District's only victor.. ever. Ella Bellstar, who won the games 39 years ago. She seemed to plop into a spot of her liking with a bottle of beer clutched in her hand as if this was all some kind of a chore for her. Kolton remembered back to his earlier years of schooling when they watched the 35th Hunger Games for the first time to learn about their district's one and only victor. She'd really been something back in the day. How could she not have been? To have won the games.. for an outlying district, it was practically unheard of. Nowadays, she spent her time being the town's drunk. Seemed the money she was awarded each month from the Capitol for being a past Games victor was all spent on liquor. To each his own, right?

Kolton eyed the two women for a moment before quickly turning away to a window so neither could see his reddened face. Both from the slap he'd received from his fellow tribute and only friend, but also from the kiss. Which he was still very confused about, but kicked the scrambled thoughts to the back of his mind as he quickly asked, [b][color=#AED6F1]"So, what kind of advice does the great [i]Ella Bellstar[/i], District 12's only victor, have to bestow on us?"[/color][/b] He side glanced at the aging victor, raising an eyebrow slightly. [b][color=#AED6F1]"Surely it's much more than how quickly we can waste our money on the chance that either of us becomes the next victor to reign from an outlying district."[/color][/b] As much as Kolton felt horrible for being so outright and rude, there was nothing that could keep him from being that way with the woman. He remembered back when he was a small boy, his mother had sent him to the shop where he'd run almost directly into Ella, and in her drunken, enraged state.. she'd shoved the boy over and he dropped the change his mother had sent him off with. Nothing about the woman allowed him any respect for her, and as much as he was taught to be respectful to elders, he couldn't allow himself to even fake it for her sake.

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