District: 12 Export: Coal Government: Mayor Undersee Mood: This district is worn down. No one is misbehaving, no one is fussing. There is a large amount of security, but no one seems interested in challenging it. The harsher Peacekeeper rule has obviously beaten the city down.
Everyone keeps their heads down and goes to work. Or so it appears. Small bits of rebellion can be seen here or there, when no one is looking: bits of graffiti, a quickly-flashed three fingered salute. But always quick and gone quicker.
Environment: 12 is one of the smallest Districts, and one of the farthest out. The train ride is almost two full days, through plains, green farm lands, and lastly into rolling hills and then soft, gentle green mountains. The weather is cold, but nothing a heavy jacket can’t handle. The storm doesn’t reach 12 until the last day, when the Tributes are leaving.
The Tributes are brought through the town, small, but functioning. There is a tailor, apothecary, candy shop, commissary, butcher, and, of course, the Mellark Bakery, as well as other business a small town would need to function. Outside of town, the district is in shambles, obviously one of the poorer Districts. Which is saying something, really. Coal dust is everywhere, and most of the citizens don’t seem to have much interest in the Tributes.
As 12 has little need for hotels, two of the Victor village houses have been set up as temporary housing for the Tributes. Luckily since the houses are furnished, there isn’t a lot to prepare them.
Locations:
The Tributes are told they have the run of the District, however, if they try to go anywhere that isn’t town, they find themselves blocked by Peacekeepers. However, as long as they stay within the confines of town, they are allowed to walk into the shops, and have free reign of the government building, outside of government workers offices.
DISTRICT 12
District: 12
Export: Coal
Government: Mayor Undersee
Mood: This district is worn down. No one is misbehaving, no one is fussing. There is a large amount of security, but no one seems interested in challenging it. The harsher Peacekeeper rule has obviously beaten the city down.
Everyone keeps their heads down and goes to work. Or so it appears. Small bits of rebellion can be seen here or there, when no one is looking: bits of graffiti, a quickly-flashed three fingered salute. But always quick and gone quicker.
Environment:
12 is one of the smallest Districts, and one of the farthest out. The train ride is almost two full days, through plains, green farm lands, and lastly into rolling hills and then soft, gentle green mountains. The weather is cold, but nothing a heavy jacket can’t handle. The storm doesn’t reach 12 until the last day, when the Tributes are leaving.
The Tributes are brought through the town, small, but functioning. There is a tailor, apothecary, candy shop, commissary, butcher, and, of course, the Mellark Bakery, as well as other business a small town would need to function. Outside of town, the district is in shambles, obviously one of the poorer Districts. Which is saying something, really. Coal dust is everywhere, and most of the citizens don’t seem to have much interest in the Tributes.
As 12 has little need for hotels, two of the Victor village houses have been set up as temporary housing for the Tributes. Luckily since the houses are furnished, there isn’t a lot to prepare them.
Locations:
The Tributes are told they have the run of the District, however, if they try to go anywhere that isn’t town, they find themselves blocked by Peacekeepers. However, as long as they stay within the confines of town, they are allowed to walk into the shops, and have free reign of the government building, outside of government workers offices.