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I stayed in my room for the rest of that train ride. Going outside and chilling around eating fancy food would just distract me from my goal to actually live through these games, not to mention I really didn't need all this stress with Finnick and having to face that monster of a boy; Kripton. So instead I decided to go over tactics, training, ( well that is if you count throwing a butter knife at the wall as training. ) and revising a book on plants like there was no tomorrow. But after a few hours I realised there was absolutley no point, I couldn't train for an arena that I had no idea about,the butter knife wouldn't even stick to the wall, and I only managed to learn two things from the plant book. So in conclusion I was going to be the easiest target out there. That was if I carried on like this. So I started to think of an angle I could take on, like a character that I could use to help me take on these games. Because right now I'm nearly 100% sure that the Capitol think I'm a weakling, the first kill in these games. And although, yes I'm not a killing machine. I can at least try to give myself a chance. That start's with my attitude. No more crying and hoping this is all a sugar enduced dream. And certainly no more hiding from reality in this room. So I started by changing out of my reaping clothes because I might of accidentaly started sweating in fear when my name got called, so now that I was thinking straight I decided it was about time to take advantage of the Capitol wardrobe. So I tried the new Capitol shower which to most I guess would seem amazing, but the scent's just seemed a little bit to artificial and the water could never replicate the sea. Then I went on to look through the wardrobe which was in one word... horrific. As soon as I opened it I was assulted with frilly pink dresses and sparkly tops that would blind you when the light hit them. So after a few minutes of sifting through the mountains of clothes I managed to find something resembeling what I would usually wear. A light pink sundress that just fell above my knees. And then I thought about it, I couldn't wear what I would usually wear because I just looked to much like a child. I needed to look like a victor, I had made and awful impression during the reaping and now I had to do everything in my power to change that. So instead I grabbed a short green dress, nothing special but just rebelish enough, teamed with a black leather jacket and some combat boots. Now Iooked like a competitor.

The second thing I had to do was get out of this room. So I swung open the door and strode through the various rooms with my new found confidence. I had planned this so I only had to spend a maxium of five minutes with the other's before we arrived in the Capitol. When I started to hear the muffled voices from behind the main lounging room, I had a very strong urge to turn around and sprint back into my room. It would be easier and a-lot less awkward. But then again if I didn't do this it would only seal the Capitol's thoughts on if I was worth saving and render me sponsorless during the games. So I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. I didn't have enough time to scan the room for everyone's reactions before my escort, Marina Clearwaters blocked my view and pulled me out to arms length inspecting me. "Finally, she's decided to come out of hibernation." she scolded, frowning at me before her features twisted into what I assumed must be a smile. "You look amazing darling!" she squealed happily. probably because you have something to work with now that sarcastic voice in my head reminded me. I gave a fake smile and thanked her but because she had started talking she just didn't stop. Compliments and nonsense chatter were flying left right and center and after a while I couldn't be bothered to respond so I just nodded and occasionally made noises of agreement. I think we were deep in a conversation on whether acryllic or traditional paint on nails were better when Finnick burst into the conversation apparently needing to go over tactics with me. And after some flirting on Marina's end Finnick dragged me into another room. And I can tell you right now, he did look very happy. I couldn't really put it down to whether he was angry about when I slammed the door on him or about what I was wearing. " What are you wearing?" he hissed with a disqusted look on his face. So I suppose it was the latter. And although I knew what I was wearing wasn't exactly me as such, but I couldn't be me if I wanted to have a chance and Finnick was going to have to deal with it. "A dress." I replied snarkily but it only made Finnick more agitated. "We are due in te Capitol in five minutes. Go and change you still have time." He said, a very controlled anger in his voice. "No." I responded, folding my arms over my chest. Could he honestly not know why I was doing this. "As your mentor-" he started but I wasn't in the mood for a long winded argument. "As my mentor you have the right to train me and help me to survive these games. Not the right to tell me how to dress." I cut in angrily. He stared me down again, "Why are you doing this,this- he motioned to my outfit- isn't you." he said this time more softly. "What are you talking about? You've only known me for one day! How could you possibly know who I am?" I questioned trying my hardest to ignore the look of hurt in his face. "Your right I dont. But pretending to be something your not isn't the way." the hurt that was evident on his face now translated into his words. And for a moment a part of the real me decided to make an apperance "Then what is the way? I- I dont want to die Finnick." I whispered, my voice sounding as terrified as I really was. "You wont. I promise you wont, but you need to trust me to do that." he tried to console me but I wasn't convinced. "How many tributes have you said that to?" I asked picking holes in his words. I could see him trying to find words but it was obvious that he must tell every scared tribute the same thing. This time I leaned in slightly closer so that only he could hear "And how many have come back?".