Hello everyone! This is my new story! And, mind you, it's my first Hunger Games story, so please be kind with me :)

I've been thinking about writing this story for a long long time, but I finally got the guts to publish it. I hate that there's almost no FinnickxOC stories! We need more!

I want to give a big shout out to my friend 'Evanescence853', who's been so nice as to help me write this story and has beautiful ideas! And please go to her profile and read her story 'Of Vanity and Corruption' it is AMAZING!

Reviews with constructive criticism are wanted and welcome, so please go ahead and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to the Hunger Games universe, everything belongs to the Genius Suzanne Collins. Everything that you don't recognize belongs to me :) Winnow is pronounced like this (wɪnnəʊ)


"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the winner of the 65th Annual Hunger Games, Finnick Odair!" The voice of Claudius Templesmith said through the TV as Winnow Ivory sat in the living room of her house with her parents; who were almost glued to the screen.

"Daddy, what is so interesting about this?" She said, while the fourteen year old boy with his sandy blond hair looked towards the sky waiting for the hovercraft to get him out of the arena, covered in blood.

Her father looked at her with wide eyes. He didn't understand why his daughter didn't find the Games entertaining. They certainly were.

"Because, darling, it is fun! To see how the human being tries to survive and returns to its animalistic behavior is just so… invigorating!" Horatius Ivory said to his daughter.

Horatius Ivory was a chubby man, not too tall, with a big gray mustache, well trimmed graying hair and beard, and a greenish tone to his skin. Always a gentleman, he was wearing a suit, just as he does every day coming home from work, as one of the Capitol's finest department store's owner.

Her mother, Eustacia Ivory, a slim, tall woman with a pale blue skin tone, fluffy cotton candy wig, and long featherly lashes. Being the lady she was, she was wearing a beautiful dress with high heels.

Biting her blue lips, smirking and never getting her eyes off the TV; which was showing reruns of this year's young Victor during his best moments zooming in on his face; said "And besides, Winnow dear, there's always a… nice outcome from watching the Games."

Confused, Winnow looked towards her mother with furrowed eyebrows. "Really? Like what?"

Eustacia thought for a moment what she should answer to her daughter. Smiling, she just shrugged her off, stood up, and said "Don't worry about it, Winnow. You'll understand it when you grow up."

Winnow, being as stubborn as she always has been, puffed her cheeks and said "I'm not a baby anymore! I'm 12 years old! I may as well be part of the games!"

Both Eustacia and Horatius stopped abruptly what they were doing, and looked at their daughter. Winnow has never been a normal girl. She didn't like her mother's skin to be some unnatural color, she liked to wear unknown designer clothes, and she NEVER wore her eye makeup. The closest to a Capitolian thing she had done to her body, were those golden tattoos on her hands, then small piercing she had in her left ear tragus, those electric blue streaks she had on her beautiful dark brown hair, and the almost pale pink skin tone she wore. It used to be hot pink, but she has been letting it wash out.

Horatius closed his eyes, took a deep breath, opened them again, and smiled at his daughter.
"Honey, you can't be part of the games because you weren't born in a District. You're a Capitol girl! Be proud of it!"

"I don't like the games. I think they're stupid. Why would people like to see kids go and fight to the death? I don't find that interesting at all."

"Winnow Elizia Ivory. These games were made to remind the Districts of what they did to the Capitol all those years ago. Don't you dare insult what your country does for you. Now go to your room, that's final." Horatius screamed at Winnow.

Winnow got up from the couch, looked at her father, and left the room with her head high. For a 12 year old, she was proud and stubborn, like a true Capitolian.

Once in her room, the only thing she could think about was that poor boy from District 4, all covered in blood, and how tired and angry he seemed.


So, there you go, folks. Chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed reading this, and please, reviews are welcome. Please share with your friends, and stay tuned for more!

Thanks for taking your time to read this and giving it a chance, you won't regret it. :)

P.S.: Can anyone please make a ship name? :)