Red
The color of the blood seeping into the ground from the district Twelve girl he just killed. It wasn't a new sight, but it was the last time he would ever cause it. (He could hear the trumpets, announcing his victory, the cheers of the people who sent him here to die.)
Orange
The color of Caesar Flickerman's hair that year. And orange juice, which was where they put the medicine that knocked him out. (He liked oranges, they were rare in his district and therefore desired.)
Yellow
The color of the capital's sky at night; never truly dark and always glowing, with the sounds of parties and cars magnified a thousand times. (He hated how there was never any darkness or silence, how everything was always glowing like a light before it went out.)
Green
The color of her eyes, glittering like emeralds, alive and always sparkling; not like the eyes of the capital, those eyes were always fake and dead.(his eyes were green too, but green was her color not his.)
Blue
The color of the ocean, and the sky, on the day he went home; everything was supposed to be better, but really it wasn't, and the color seemed to mock him. (He always liked the sea best on gray days, or days when it was many colors, because blue was a sad color.)
Purple
The color of her eyes, the girl from district three, the first one he killed; he wouldn't forget her, she wouldn't let him, taunting him at night before he woke up screaming.(he never like the color purple, even years later, and that was the reason why.)
Pink
The color of his first "client", skin, hair and all, and the worst part was she didn't think anything was wrong with it. (He always hated how ignorant the capital people were; they never say Victors as people, just as the never saw Tributes as children.)
Brown
The color of her curly hair, neat on the Reaping and wet and tangled in the arena, like chocolate swirls. (He always liked her hair, it was beautiful and imperfect-unlike every other girl he knew.)
Black
The color of his soul; dark and twisted because of their games, scarred beyond repair.( he always hated how they fixed the outside of you, and let you scar inside where no one could see.)
White
The color of evil, the color of snow, the color of the rose in his suit when he threatened to kill her if he messed up. (He always wondered why anyone thought white was pure; it was pale and cold not something pretty.)
Gray
The color of the Mockingjay's eyes, like steel, hard and strong; they were seam eyes like the other girl from Twelve. (He couldn't ever shake the connection between the two, and had to tell himself not to call her the other name- the one that filled his nightmares.)
Bronze
The color of his hair; never blond or brown, always bronze,like a normal color wasn't good enough for him. (They put him on a pedestal and he hated it, after all people shouldn't be worshipped like things.)
Silver
The color of his trident, the one 13 had made for him, much better than the one in the arena, and free of bad memories. (He liked this trident, even if it was just for show, and he knew the others liked their weapons as well.)
Gold
The color of the beam of light that killed so many of their squad; as well as the color of those lizard mutts, chanting her named as they followed the survivors through the sewers. (Also the color of light, and of goodness; something that his life had lacked for ten years.)
Rainbow
The color of everything he had, because in a way his like was a painting and his memories were the paint. (He rather liked that idea, nobody would forget a painting with so many colors just as no one could forget him.)
about Finnick for Caesar's Palace prompt: colors