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As we boarded the train, I took in one last sniff, a sniff of the grain, the oven, the seeds, the bread, the yeast, the beer, the oil, your typical smells of 9 you may smell in a day. That faint musty smell which was a mix of even fainter smells.

As soon as we boarded the train, Tenmaka Wytlius had told us to get confertable and get to know each other as she went to get the trainers. District 9's had two. Quite lucky, compared to Districts that are more naturally ready for battle like District 4, and of course, the rumours about some of the richer Districts secretly training, though for how long? Nobody can be sure.

I sat down on a chair and looked at my fellow tribute, Desmond. I rose my hands to tell him something, but I realized that he wouldn't understand me, or even know I was mute. I looked around the room, I listenned to the whirling sounds of things going passed us. Then I saw the television screen, and it's remote. I turned it on and pressed the Mute button. Maybe he'd get a clue, considering I haven't said a word yet.