[center][h1][color=#AED6F1]Kolton Favreau[/color][/h1][/center]
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Kolton shook his head and grit his teeth, turning away where he was about to wander off towards the back where the rooms must be, but saw Silver head that way first and halted in place. He let her disappear, waiting a few moments before slowly passing through the same doors and wandered to the furthest part of the train which had a large open window to look out of. Kol let the door close behind him, slowly walking forward to the couch closest to the window and sat sideways, arm dangling over the back of the couch. Their district was far behind them, but the scenery at the side of each side of the train was still as green as their district's forest was. The green grass never seemed to end, and trees seemed to line the railroad almost perfectly. It wasn't long before everything suddenly became dark when the train entered a tunnel that was dimly lit with flickering lights that let off the occasional spark. Kolton kept his watchful eyes open, scanning everything as it passed behind the train. [i]Where were they?[/i]

Just as quickly as they'd entered the tunnel, they passed through the other side where the light nearly blinded Kol, forcing him to squint his eyes a bit before being able to open them fully again. Looking up a ways, he could see the top of a massive wall. The sides of the railroad were no longer left open and sported high, chain-link fencing with barbed wire at the top. Kolton sat up a little straighter and began to really look around, thinking to himself that this had to be District 11. It was interesting to see inside another district, something they'd never gotten the chance to do. The most they'd seen inside of other districts were in their squares where tributes were reaped each year. The ground around seemed to reflect the skies above, or maybe it was the other way around. Gray. Lifeless. The dirt roads along the fencing had what looked to be fresh tire tracks on them, most likely from the extra Peacekeepers that were brought in each Reaping Day.

Kolton began to think about the 22 other tributes that had been reaped that very morning, and what kind of threat Silver and him were up against. Part of him wanted to be cocky and think that they could beat the others at ease, but the other side of him had major doubts that either of them would be returning home. What with the Career districts who won nearly every year. It was unfair. The other districts, especially outlying districts like theirs, didn't have the means to have fancy training centers of their own, weapons training and things like that. Kolton grit his teeth and shook the thoughts away, watching the bland scenery pass behind the train, letting his mind wander of thoughts of home.

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