The audience screamed and clapped wildly as a beaming Finnick bounded onto the stage.
"Welcome!" he shouted, throwing out his arms "To the 74th annual Take Me Out!"
The studio erupted with cheering before Finnick, smiling, put a finger to his lips.
"This is the show you have all been waiting for! So sit back, relax, and remember: No likey-"
"NO LIGHTY!" came the roaring reply.
Finnick cast his sea-green eyes over the garish, surgically-altered crowd. God, he hated them. Why did he even have to do this? Stupid Capitol. He allowed himself a moment to fantasize about Snow's demise.
Death by drowning?
Fire?
Killer bunnies?
The list was endless. He shook his head to clear the image of mutant rabbits, bright pink and foaming at the mouth, sinking their little teeth into the president. Turning back to the front, he took a deep breath.
"Panem, I give you your first boy- Peeta Mellark!"