Who: Johanna Mason and Alan Ryves Where: Sleeping Car #10 - 406 A When: Tuesday Evening What: Johanna thought she was taking an elevator up to her interview in absolutely nothing, but that wasn't where she ended up at all. Status: In-Progress/Dice!
The ridiculous costume had been stripped off just as the elevator doors had closed, and Johanna had given a friendly wave to fellow tributes Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. The star-crossed lovers. The all-too famous tributes from District 12. Johanna didn't like them. Peeta was okay, but Katniss just got to her all too much. She didn't like it. She didn't like feeling even remotely threatened and Katniss was a threat in her own right. But, amidst the mixed emotions and feelings, there was a job that had to be done and Johanna Mason had always been for standing against the Capitol since the death of her family. What else did she have to live for anyway?
Her stylists had attempted to go over interview questions just as they had done when she had been a tribute years before. It did little for her, for them, and Johanna never listened to their advice anyway. Wave, smile, praise the games, and look pretty. It was all absolute crap and Johanna had had her own agenda. Sadly, though she was readily prepared to make her grand entrance in nothing but a pair of soft, forest green velvet slippers, she was not going to get her chance.
In a moment of darkness, Johanna found herself in a train car. It was quite nice, not like those that the Capitol owned, but nice. Turning a bit, taking in the contents of the room, it was obvious that someone else was already here. A few books, some scattered papers, and...was that a bloody shirt laying on the floor? It looked old, the blood stains, and that immediately put Johanna on edge. To hell with the thought of being in a strange compartment without clothes, she wanted to know where the bloody clothing item had come from. That was the last thing she needed: to be ambushed without any sort of weapon to defend herself. It was alright, though. She had the strength and the speed to counter any attack that was thrown her way.
Turning this way and that, she was caught a bit off balance when her sight fell on the window. The outside was...water. Nothing but pure, stunningly blue water. Crossing the small car, she pressed her face against the glass, her hands following, as she glanced from right to left. Pulling her head back, she grinned. A light laugh followed before she was practically cackling. "Oh, this is good. This is really good! What is this?" She was yelling, now, at the ceiling, but at no one in particular. "No interviews this year? You're just going right into the fun? Alright. That's just fine because I'm ready! I'm ready for whatever you want to throw at me!"