A.N: Hi everyone, hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Please give me your feedback, it means a lot! Also, swing by my bio, there I have some list of faceclaims for my OCs and links to some pictures of outfits and photos I use as refs for the arena, thanks for your attention! (Yes, this chapter has been rewritten)

Finnick's POV

I sat on a couch sipping in a colorful drink as I watched Lana who sat across from me. Legs crossed and hands delicately placed on her lap. She wore a plain dark blue blouse with a pair light jeans. Her long fair locks framed her delicate face. She truly looked beautiful.

"About two weeks ago Peter was walking around over there." She started nodding to the corner of the lounge. Her words came quietly and calmly from her delicate lips. "He was pretending to be this strong character, but I knew him since we were young. Of course he had always wanted to win the games one day, but he was also scared of it."

I didn't mention it, but I remember thinking Peter to be a fool. Gifted with fighting skills, but cursed with hubris and pride.

I paced around the lounge as the train sped towards the Capitol, observing the two tributes I had to mentor this year.

The girl was the eldest, just a couple of years younger than me though her gentle face may fool many to mistake her for a younger girl. Her long blonde mane is up in a ponytail and her brown eyes wander through all the food, drinks and luxury that surrounded us.

The boy also had young features, but I knew he was seventeen. He was fair-haired and had the District 4 green eyes.

Lana- at least I think it was her name- sat in one of the sofas while her partner decided to look around at all the stuff.

"What are the other careers this year?" She asked catching my attention.

"District 1 seems strong this year." I said recalling what I saw from the other reapings on the television "2 not so much. The girl is barely thirteen and the boy is at most fifteen years old."

"You won at fourteen." Lana pointed, she was smart.

"It's a good point." I reckoned.

"They're kids." The boy bickered "I'd take them out in a second."

Lana looked over at him but soon decided to ignore his comment and looked back at me.

"Should we form an alliance?" she asked

"If you want to, it's easier to start the games." I advised "But be careful. Never let your guard down, nothing will stop them to kill you both in their sleep when they see you as a threat."

"Unless I kill them first…" Peter spoke sitting on the couch next to Lana with a defying look.

Lana nodded taking in all the knowledge I had to transmit to her. She was smart but still humble and like any career she should know how to fight. Peter was the complete opposite, he seemed strong and capable of fighting but unlike Lana he wasn't willing to hear what I had to say.

"What angle should we play?" the girl continued her questions "You know, in order to sponsors take a liking in us."

"As for the looks, Capitolians will think you're good looking and your stylist will make sure to enhance that." I pointed speaking to Lana "As for the personality you should play a sweet and charming character. Normally they like and feel more connected to tributes who play it that way."

"If we are going to try to make an alliance with the other careers should we go for the Cornucopia?" this time Peter was the one asking.

"No, stay back." I responded immediately "Let the other four deal with the initial blood bath then step in and get your weapons. That is, of course, if you make the alliance."

"That would only portray us as weak." Lana remarked "What if they feel like they don't us as allies anymore for that and turn on us."

"She's right. I'd rather help the careers take the cornucopia than be killed in the blood bath." Peter said.

"This is my opinion and this is what I would do." I stated "But every year is different and you haven't met the other tributes yet or know their scores."

The brown eyed girl scanned me as I spoke, reading all the details and all the gestures. For the first time I felt like she could be a winner. Smart, patient and perceptive.

Not even with Ron Stafford I predicted he would win. At first my now fellow Victor seemed shy and calm. He turned out to be a raging killer. Allied with the careers. They wouldn't let him lead, which led to him being a victor. Later on he was diagnosed with bipolar disorder and psychopathy. I guess that explained a lot.