Tacky little lovers...

I'm trying to force some food down my abused body when Finnick comes bounding over with a plate of fish in his hands. Must be missing 4 more than he's let on. Either that or Annie.

"Hey." I greet him.

"I've heard something up in the Hub..." He says giddily. Him and his bloody secrets. I tell you nobody knows more than Finnick Odair does. It's funny who much you can get out of people by just having a pretty face. I'd probably get all this out of people if I was about nicer. Nah. It's not worth the effort.

"Spill the beans then Odair?" I sigh waiting for him to reveal all to me. I know he will because he doesn't like having secrets to himself. It's no fun.

"There's rumours flying about the place that Plutarch has persuaded Secrene Crane to make a rule change so two can win." Finnick whispers in my ear as I pick at the stew and rise I'm eating. That isn't possible. Surely that can't happen. "And why would they all of a sudden do that?" I sigh angry because if that was suggested last year I'd probably have Tom here eating at my side and he'd have Phoebe.

"They think it'll make for better TV." Finnick explains.

"Why?" I ask with a mouthful of food then I realise exactly why. The Star-crossed lovers from 12. That would go down a storm.

"Tell you what it would be. A nice little distraction from the rebellion." Finnick breathes. I smile. It sure would. Once the two of them were out people would be transfixed with them too much to even notice how rapidly things were changing.

I head back with Finnick to the hub now slightly curious as to whether the rule will pass with Snow. I'm not too sure because after what Katniss did today, I bet he's livid. But then again the rule could apply to anyone not just 12.

It turns out Plutarch was persuasive enough because when we reach the Hub the announcement is being shared across the whole arena. Surely this will perk her up a little.

"Attention Tributes, attention. The regulations requiring a single Victor have been suspended. From now on two Victors may be crowned if both originate from the same District. This will be the only announcement." Claudius Templesmith's voice blared over them.

Apparently Snow quite liked the idea of pleasing the Capitol then. It'll obviously make the games a hit and at the end of the day that's all that matters to him. To none of us surprise, she calls out Peeta's name. She better find him quick though else it'll be too late.

She's actually to my surprise quite quick to find him and by the next day their whole little staged love thing is back on air. I try keep myself as far away from the tele since its probably the most repulsive thing I've seen on TV to date. I won't deny that he is completely besotted by that girl but she shares about as much feelings with him as she does any other member of District 12. Civil but far from in love. He's enough to keep their little stage romance going though because unlike me, he has no idea she's playing him a fool. It's cruel really. Acting so in love just to gain sponsors.

I'm still thinking bitterly about her whilst propped up the bar when I realise I have company.

"Haven't seen you in a while." I comment as Cinna hops onto a bar stool placing his sketch book on the oak bar. It's pretty fine oak at that and I know for certain it's come straight from us in 7.

"I've been a very busy boy." He smiles opening up his sketch book. Ah. He's been spending his time designing Victory outfits for two.

"Exciting isn't it?" He says his metallic voice excited. I give him my best sarcastic smile.

"I'm practically peeing myself with enthusiasm." I mutter taking a glue of my drink. He's smirking slightly as he begins flicking through his sketch book. I catch his wrist on one that catches my eye. It's got a feathered bust area then flies out at the skirt like flames. They're black but are slightly hunted with orange. Peeta's outfit is a black suit but his suit is as well hinted with orangey gold. I can't help but wonder why Cinna has been given the lowest District possible but then again I guess you have to prove your way to the top.

"That one is great. Sure as hell will make them look fierce. I like the black." I compliment him stroking his arm as I pull away. A shy smile appears on his lips glad that his talent is being recognised by others.

"Thanks. You know I would have love to have designed one for you. Deadly black and red. You have just the face for red." He smiles framing my face with his fingers. There's a look of a stylist in his eyes as he considers all the wonders he could possibly create for me. I look down at my feet.

"Well you can design my dress for the victory party. My closets running out." I offer to him with a cheeky smile looking up from under my eyelashes like Finnick does. It seems to do the trick because there's a little smirk on his lips for a moment.

"Would do if I wasn't so busy creating wonders for these." He sighs.

"Leave the lovers Cinna. They might not make it out." I remind him coldly. He gives me a disapproving look.

"They stand a pretty could chance." He points out helping me up.

"Hmm. I wouldn't go buying materials too soon." I smile stroking his shoulder then walking away.

Is everyone so certain these tacky lovers are going to win? It seems it because even the betting screens are filled with their names. There forgetting the sly redhead though. She has the brains.

I'm caught by a cameraman on my way to the lift. "Johanna please tell us your opinion on the lovers from 12?" He begs me. Normally these kinda people would receive my middle finger being pointed straight at the lens but I for some reason feel compelled to answer.

"I think it's tacky. What're the games turning into a bloody Romantic action film?!" I laugh. "I'd keep your eyes on the really prize. Finch. She's playing my strategy nicely." I smile opening up the lift and letting the door shut behind me. There. Let the gossipers talk about that one. Stupid tacky District 12 lovers.