Mildred Tarzia's Story

Mildred Tarzia

Mildred had been boarded onto the train with all the other tributes, while waiting for the train the small blonde had been bouncing and giggling a bit all the while fiddling with her hair. She was all bubbly and absolutely excited for the whole experience of going to the house and meeting the people and having fun for the first nine months before they were thrown into the games for their doom! Of course Mildred knew what the games were all about, she wasn't as naive as she seemed to be and a lot of people seemed to lack the ability knowledge that. Millie was looking on the positive part of things but for a good reason, she was taught to do that if something terrible happen, Mildred had her plans but being all bubbly and happy just made her seem like a weak person to save off to kill last, an easy kill right? Well Mildred was fairly sneaky and quiet on her feet and not many people knew that. Mildred wasn't a quitter, she was there for the whole run and nothing would stop her from that.

Honestly, waiting and dying to get on that train was a must for Mildred because as soon as she boarded that train and got on and took her seat going, "Onwards!" in her captain voice, she had taken her shoes off and then her socks, her darn stylists made her wear shoes, no one wore shoes. Well certainly not Mildred, you couldn't give her all the food in Panem to wear shoes, her feet had to breathe and that was simple. Mildred walked to her room where she took her shoes. She loved her cabin and honestly it screamed home to her in a sense, there were odd touches of green and brown in there and the pictures hung up gave it a district seven feel. Plus there was carpet in here and carpet was the next best thing to having grass and an earthy feel to it. She noticed she had something laid out for her. It was something nice and simple in all honesty. Mildred got into her the colourful polka doted dress. It wasn't too bright and noticeable but it worked. She had a thin white belt that defined her waist line. She soon kept to her bare feet but her stylist would make her wear flats or something she was sure of it. Mildred brushed her hair and then she smiled at herself in the mirror.

After being changed Mildred decided to head out of her cabin and explore the whole train, she needed to know what it looked like, every room and every detail of it so she could store it in her collection of memories. She soon found the kitchen, dinning room, living room, and bathroom. They were all small areas but it was the train and it was taking them to the house so all was great. Now Mildred looked at the rows of cabins for the train. Most of them were empty so far from Mildred opening a few of them and poking her head inside to see what everyone's room looked like, she was almost positive no one would like it though. After checking a majority of them and having them empty she came across one of them that was occupied! Or so she had thought.

Peering in the room and looking around her eyes landed on a boy or so she thought she had seen a boy but she had been wrong and her face had fell. After checking all of the cabins and looking around inside them all she decided that they were all incredibly nice and it made her anxious to see the rooms at the house. Millie started to walk back the the lounge and when she did this time there was someone in it! A boy! He seemed to be doing something and Mildred tilted her head a bit. A boy from district ten she was thinking, she was almost positive that's where he was from. He seemed to be drawing of sorts and Mildred's head tilted again and then she smiled. "My apologies for prying." She said bowing. "I just find things on here fascinating, same with the people." She said beaming him a smile. "I hope it's quite alright if you have a bit of company" Millie said and after a short pause she walked in and took a better look of the lounge. His name was Tyke! That was his name! Tyke, it was a lovely name. Millie only took three additional steps into the lounge so she wasn't too close to him and her eyes skirted around. "The lounge seems really nice, and comforting." Mildred said softly.

(I shall add in Malila soon.. Wanted to post this before something happened to it!)

The seats were so soft. Tanager found himself seated on a plush velour bench so deep and cushioned that he sank into them. It was a world away from the hard cedar furniture that had adorned his family’s small house in seven. The smells weren’t something he liked but the feel of it was heaven to his body. He was sore from walking around so tense these past few days. His interview seemed to have gone well and his chariot costume was all most people talked about. He was one of at least three clusters of tributes that had been virtually paraded around in the nude for the joy of the crowds. Tanager wondered how well Mildred was fairing with the residual bronze body paint. He still had some in places he didn’t care to share. Stupid shit. Ugh. As if out of habit he scratched his head, half expecting yet another stray leaf or twig to fall into his hand.

He found himself dressed in a black denim dress shirt and suit jacket over grey jeans. The shirt felt too tight again but his stylist team had no other choice but to leave him with it while they fumbled to find him enough clothing in the right size for the duration of his stay in the house. They promised to deliver him a trunk of things later on and throughout the nine month stay. The last thing they wanted was for him to be unnoticeable. So far they were going a good job.

As Tanager reclined into his seat, his fingers lightly brushed over a newspaper in his lap. As he looked at the pictures plastered in vibrant color across the cover all he could think about was whether or not the tree that had produced the pulp to make such paper had come from his district. While he was comfortable he missed his mother and their simple life. To be surrounded by such luxury was nice but it was not the same as home. Things felt different and they smelt different as well. There was no industrial haze to the Capitol but the air did lack a certain freshness. As they rode away from the center of Panem he couldn’t help but miss seven. His dorky siblings were likely engrossed in books. As he looked at the images before him his eyes danced over the words, not even caring to try and read the stories that were almost beyond him entirely.

Front and center was a large image of the male tribute from two from his interview, and next to that was none other than Saffron. Himself and Mildred were pictured beside the tributes from four and eleven in their nearly nonexistent chariot costumes. From the way he stood pictured he may well have worn nothing. They seemed to like him well enough and that was good. Far better him than his younger brother Griffen. He wouldn’t have stood a chance he told himself again, content to be there in place of his sibling and yet all the while anxious. There were so many people to contend with, all individuals he would meet and get to know. They wouldn’t be as nameless as they were to him now in a matter of weeks, making this harder. The game masters would be the ones killing most of them given this twist, that he didn’t doubt. He had a hard time chopping down a young tree, let alone throwing an axe into the back of a human skull.

As he flipped the paper shut he caught a glance at his watch, pulling himself to stand. Tanager knew he was alone, having seen Mildred sneak out earlier and again barefoot. It had taken him awhile to place the girl from seven but now that she was tromping around without shoes, a wild excited grin on her face, he remembered her from one encounter as he headed out with the loggers on a clear cutting run by the river. Outside of a small residential area they’d seen her leaping from tree to tree without any shoes. He had to smirk at that but her smiles now had him slightly on edge, if anything awkward around her. Fact was he found himself floundering around a lot of the more excited and prepared individuals, or careers as most people called them. They were ready to kill others. The idea scared him shitless instead. Violence begets violence.

With a sigh he moved across the cabin to slide open the door, stepping into the hall and moving beyond the halls towards the feast. He found himself behind the blond from District 8, a rather dour looking girl in his opinion. She didn’t seem to notice him until the train took a sudden turn. Tanager shot his arm out to catch himself on the wall, immediately wincing at the sound of shredding fabric as his hand caught the door frame before him. Fortunately for the district 8 tribute she was still upright and the others behind her seemed relatively unphased as well. Straightening himself up, Tanager tugged at the collar of his shirt, catching sight of a few of his buttons rolling down the length of carpet back towards his quarters.

The Train Ride to 'Home'

As I sit here, and I think about how everyone in this place must feel - the tensions rising, the fear, the submission, the lust, and even hatred from some... We are twenty-four souls being placed in to fish bowl without a promise for food. It's basically like we've been told it's coming, and we all gather in a pack, optimism winning us over until we find out one day that... Food isn't coming. Then your mind wanders off in the distance, and it comes to the conclusion that everyone around you is coming to: you're going to have to kill them, to survive.

Is that my coping mechanism this time? Thinking about it as survivalism to cope with the idea that I may actually have to kill someone? That's really what I'm going for? Fucking. Stupid. Shit. But it makes sense, I mean, I hadn't anticipated being reaped. No one does. And I hadn't thought about it much other than mourning the others who went off to their doom. Honestly, I didn't give a second thought until it was Kaylianna's turn.

Kaylianna... I miss you. Is this how you felt when it was your time? Did you ever get a second to meet the people you were destined to end lives next to? I wonder if you'd meant to kill your two victims. It all looked so mistaken, so accidental. Before then, all I had known was the gentle fawn that you always were - always would be - to me, but in the Games, you were completely different. Your attitude, your looks - though now I can lend over most of that blame to your stylist now that I realize what a huge part they are in appearances of the tributes.

It's like this whole thing was planned. You, Kaylianna, were the spark inside of me that ignited as soon as you were killed and I realized at that instance... You'd become a memory. And this whole year that's gone by, I should have been tending to the fire, letting it shine and making a difference to light up this world.

I've let you down, but I promise to make it up to you. I won't let them take me without a fight.

Not without a good memory.

-Marvel

Marvelos hadn't been a writer originally. Sure, he'd written a few diaries because memories were a big deal to him. Did anyone gather that yet? But still, with diaries, he wasn't a huge fan of the pencil and paper, and creating something of an art. Really, his passion was to get his feelings out on paper, because it was easier to unleash them on something that wouldn't spin them into it's own problems and hurt you. He could just open the wound, spill the blood, and apply a bandage as necessary. She was always going to be a tough subject for him, even if they weren't in true love. It was the idea, the theory behind it all. He'd never know what she was to him. They weren't permitted that time to find out.

Despite his mood, Marvel let out a smile. He'd chosen to chill out in the lounging area next to the dining car, his feet propped up on the coffee table as he sat back, his journal laying flat on his stomach, hand over it, and another leaning back behind his head to catch it from hiding the back of the couch. He appeared to be completely relaxed and at ease. He let his gaze scan the area before he'd realized he completely forgot that Tyke was here the whole time, drawing or something. It was Mildred that had brought him out to Marvel, her smile and the way the atmosphere in the room just brightened up with her presence.

This was the kind of girl that needed to be around... All day, every day.

Marvel nodded to her, waving with his free hand with a, "Hey there," and then a respective nod to Tyke, though he didn't want to interrupt the artist at his 'desk'. It wouldn't be too much longer that the car would be filled, and that didn't bother Marvel, but he wasn't sure what he expected out of the other tributes when they would enter through and find the dining car. He let out a laugh to himself at the thought of that one.. Cloud, meeting up with Stiletto at the same end of the table. Sharing elbow room. He laughed again, and that's when he noticed the slight pain in his lower stomach. Signal! Warning! Nature's calling!

With that, he folded his journal under his arm and winked at the others entering through, kindly waiting for each one to pass him and allow entry in the opposite direction. He hadn't quite figured out the way this outline of this machine worked, but he knew somewhere, hopefully some place very near, would provide him the necessary... well, you know. When a man's got to go, it's a timer waiting to go off.

I should really just go to my room. That's the only way I know for certain - But he couldn't remember where it was. Annoyed, he started banging through doors, trying to see if they'd open. His strength was present as he grew more and more frustrated with the idea of not finding an applicable location. Out the window is starting to sound fascinating, but I wonder how that would look at this speed? It would definitely come back at me.

Finally, he slammed hard enough in to one door that he heard a few startled noises and shuffling of bodies - like one being flung from next to the door he'd just barged in. Had he smashed a nose? Run over a toe? He regretted it, but he was worried about the cameras thinking he was attacking someone - and he'd be damned if it was for the world to see. He slipped inside, slammed the door shut with a lock and then turned around to meet his current dilemma in the face.

"I am -SO- sorry, I swear, and this is going to sound like a dick move, but if I don't... Well, I've got to piss like a race horse, so if you guys don't mind having this discussion until after I'm done, that'd be great. Two seconds." He blurted out, wincing at his choice of words before he noted the two were undoubtedly two of the males he'd been staring at during the interview. Both attractive, both definitely on different sides of the world as far as personalities... Both undeniably out for each other before he intruded.

I'm a c*** block. Fantastic.

Saffron leaned on the wall outside Zyker's room, waiting for the handsome boy that she had fallen for over and over again to come out. She felt a small smile appear on her face as she thought about Zyker; how she always smiled when he there, how her skin tingled whenever he touched her, and just how happy he made her when he around around. She smiled softly at the bouncing red-head running through the corridor in a pink towel. However, the brunette girl was quickly snapped out of her little reverie of Zyker when a loud bang interrupted her thoughts. Her head snapped up from his resting position on the wall, and she followed the sound to see the girl from District Five leaving her room. Loudly. What was her name again? Oh yeah, Solara.

Saffy didn't like Solara - she hit on Zyker quite a lot, and she made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She crossed her arms across her chest as the stunning brunette girl made her way towards her, her hips swaying as she walked. There's just no need for that, is there? She's such an-- Before she could finished her thoughts however, the girl was speaking to her, shouting down the corridor of cabins, again jolting her out of her own little dream. She bit her lip as she registered what Solara was saying, turning her eyes to the floor instead of looking at her. She decided not to answer, to ignore the snide comments, keeping her eyes downcast to the floor.

Ignoring the bump on her shoulder as well, Saffron's face contorted into a wince at the second comment from Solara. Okay, that one had hurt a little. She bit down on her bottom lip softly, to keep herself from saying something that she would regret later on. "I have a feeling that Zyker wouldn't lower himself to the standards of you." She muttered underneath her breath, once Solara had turned the corner and was out of earshot. A relaxed sigh escaped her lips once she realized that she was alone again, and she rested against the wall. But, as soon as she had positioned herself comfortable, her best friend emerged from the room, enveloping her in his arms in a warm embrace. Her mouth hung open in shock as she took in his handsome appearance, and she just stared at him as he placed a loving kiss on her forehead.

Saffron's skin tingled where his lips had once been, but she continued to be lead by him, his arm around her waist keeping her moving. Suddenly, she stopped, turning towards him, pointing her finger at him accusingly. "Zyker Obediah Linsty. What the hell happened to your hair?" She asked him, her other hand resting on her hip. She also wanted to ask him about the whole Solara incident, but that would come after the whole hair thing.

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Tyke had been sitting in that lounge like room for what seemed like hours now, with that Marvel boy from District Five... he believed anyway. Neither of them had acknowledged each other, and surprisingly, it was quite comfortable like that. He didn't feel like the male was going to stab him in the back and kill him at any time, which was good, and he also didn't feel any need to spark up a conversation with him to keep the atmosphere comfortable. It was nice. However, soon their uncomfortable silence was broken by the introduction of another body in the room - that of the pretty petite girl from District Seven. Mildred, was her name. Yes, he remembered her from the interviews and from their first meeting. She really was quite pretty, and her bubbly aura lit up the room as she entered. It was a refreshing change from the silence.

Then, Marvel got up and walked away, leaving the two of them alone. He nodded back curly to the male, a farewell gesture to the comfortable and quiet silence, and turned back to Mildred, welcoming the upbeat and chatty girl. He didn't feel extremely flirtatious right now; he never really did after he had been sketching, but he knew that when he was in the mood, some of his attention would be directed specifically at this girl. So, for now, he would be friendly, and sweet, a large smile on his face as he spoke. Hopefully, he could spark up some sort of relationship with her now.


"I don't mind." His voice was soft, quiet as it always was after he had been drawing, and he gestured to the many seats throughout the room. "Please, make yourself comfortable." A crooked smile flittered across his face as he offered her a place to sit. He followed her gaze around the room, nodding as he again took in the details of the cabin that he had been sketching. "It is quite nice, isn't it?" He nodded in reply, before looking back down at his sketch book. He then lifted it up to show the girl, hoping that she would like his handiwork. "What do you think? Does it capture the beauty of the room?"

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