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/Finnick/

I sit in my room at the Capitol, my expressions blank, but my mind is racing. I just slouch my shoulders on the golden satin sheets, my hands slightly pinching the fabric below me as a stress reliever. But nothing is relieving my stress, nothing is helping me calm down in this moment. I clutch the seashell to my chest and close my eyes. I take a few breaths, and try to feel some magic radiating off the shell, but I receive nothing at the moment.

I would miss her, enough said. Though right now I just have to figure some way that will guarantee I would win.

I stare at the clock beside me and see the seconds go by. The red hand moves slow, slower than usual-I swear. I listen to the ticking sound it makes and it racks my brain mocking me. I've been finding myself eager for the games to just start, even though I know that's ridiculous. I just want to get them over with, even if it means dying sooner. The wait is unbearable, there's no doubt about it.

Pressure is building up in me, and I sometimes find myself clutching the necklace trying to calm myself, and remember why I have to get home, I have to win. Annie is waiting for me, and this is probably no doubt hard for her too. I can't leave her, I'm all she has. She's the only reason I want to live with such great passion.

Everyone is counting on me, everyone is supporting me, but only one person matters.

I need to get out of this room now, or else my thoughts will eat me alive. I release my clench on the covers and stand up. I take rushed steps to the door, eager to get out of the room. I grab the crystal doorknob, and turn it quickly.

I have already been awestruck by all the food and drinks they have here, and that phase of astonishment has faded. There was plenty of time to be awestruck on the train. It's fizzled to the point where I find everything a nusciennce, like Snow is mocking four and trying to fixate one last glimpse of luxury in your mind, making you forget why you are fighting.

Calla is swept away by amazement, constantly admiring all the food she finds, and eating each pastry in sight. Mags warns her the affect this may take place in the arena, but she brushes off the concerns and say she'll train so the weight would be soon burned.

I now ignore them as I walk down the hall slowly, and quietly. I don't even know where I'm going, I don't even know what is the point of leaving my room. Everyone is asleep, or I think they are. I just need to get out of there, and find something relatively calming, but everything is anything but. I find a seat by the window overlooking the city, and stare at the bright lights below. There are people down there probably worshipping the games, stocking up on extra food to eat while watching this so called joyous event. It just amazes me how they believe it's so entertaining that kids are killing each other, it's actually a bit scary.

I put my hands over my ears to try and block out the sound, but the cheers bounce back and forth in my head.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to go back, back to District Four, where I can see Annie. Where I can hold her hand, and never let her go. I clutch my necklace again, and feel comfort this time.

Cassandra brushes my hair with a thin comb, and just goes on and on about the capitol.

Her long purple eye lashes go out about an inch with little green bead-like objects hang off the end of them. Her eyes and painted all around the circumference purple, and faded slightly pinker as it reaches the inner corners of the eye. Her lips are pink, with purple lip liner, and her cheeks have been brushed with a bronze color. Her hair is straight, and reaches only her jawline, and her bangs reach her overly thin eyebrows.

She grins at me and says, "I'm so happy I'm your stylist Finnick, you're already so handsome, I barely have to do any touching up!" Her voice is very sophisticating sounding, and it's on the lower side, but something about the way she said that to me just made me uncomfortable.

"Thanks," I imply politely.

She grins, revealing her straight white teeth.

"So," She says, placing her hand on her knee, probably purposely to draw attention to it, but fails. I refuse to look. "The chariots are tonight, and this is where everyone first gets to see you; this is a very important moment. We are going to make you irresistible, those Capitol girls will go crazy over you."

"So what is our theme?" I ask. "Or what am I wearing is the better question?"

"Well, this year we are going to make it so you're wearing a tunic, with sand literally attached to it!" She squeals, her voice flamboyant. "It's the strangest thing, but it's new technology and I just love it! We are going to incorporate sea shells in it, and maybe like a starfish! Your hair is going to be brushed with sand, and this is going to be draped over with blue netting. It's absolutely perfect!" Her grin is unshakeable. Honestly the idea wasn't too appealing to me, but I wasn't much of a boy of fashion. I just let her rip, and do whatever she wants.

She gives me the suit, and leaves me to give me privacy to put it on. Once finished I'm surrounded by my make up team, one to gel my hair back, another to adjust my outfit, and someone to fix up any flaws on me missed.

Cassandra grabs my necklace, with the shell, and says sweetly, "Oh, no need for this correct?"

She grips it in her hands, and is about to yank it off but I quickly yell, "No! I can't take this off!"

Cassandra shrugs and gets back to her work.

When I get into the chariot, I feel ridiculous; sand is falling off my tunic in chunks, and my hair feels annoying with all the grains in it. I wish I was back home to have Annie tousle the unbearable and itchy sand out of my hair, or to soak it out in the ocean.

I await next to Calla, who seems the contrary to me. She holds a mirror next to her, admiring her auburn hair in it's waves, and the make up put on her face. She's wearing nearly the same thing as me, but as a dress."Don't you just love it?" She says giddily. "All the attention?"

I just stare at her blankly. She's older than me, she should understand how ridiculous she seems right now.

After a few moments the chariots are being rounded up, and she lightly tosses it to her mentor, who is gushing over how amazing she looks. His yellow eyes glistening at how amazing he thinks his creation is. Compared to districts one and two, we are pitiful. They always have the best costumes and stylists.

The horses jolt us forward, and we clutch the sides for support. We wait while district one goes out, followed by two, and then three, then we enter out to the big arena full of capitol people.

Their cheering is loud and then when we come out, the sound of woman and girls high pitched screams fill the air. At first I am scared something went wrong, a horse got injured or someones wardrobe had a malfunction, but then I see a girl screaming at my face in the screen above me, and noticed nothing went wrong. They were cheering for me. Or much more, how I look.

"Finnick, the key to survival is sponsors," Mags tells me when I ask how to survive after the chariots. Calla had excused herself, Parthenia left to touch up her hair. Cassandra and Pantine, Calla's stylist, both have to work on what we'll wear during the interview.

"How do I get sponsors?" I ask, honestly not getting it.

"You have to be likable," She says calmly. She looks at me, and says carefully, "Now Fin, the girls here actually love you. Did you hear them when you came out in the chariot?" I nod, noticing that. "I should say you just have to fit the part they desire for you, though just be yourself. Don't let the Capitol change you, and I'm not supposed to be saying this, but I'm serious."

I nod. "What should I do in the training room?"

"Don't show off, but don't let them think you're a piece of, excuse me, crap. You want alliances, you don't want to be on your own because that's when you're the most vulnerable." She says.

"I won't look vulnerable, trust me. I'm good with a spear and knife."

"Show the gamemakers that when your tested, show them what you can do kid," She says. Then she gets up, and yawns, "I'm tired. I'm going to bed now." She walks away, and goes into her room. She's very strange but smart. I smile and laugh to myself. Mags, who'd have thought she is so smart?

Training is always a blur for me, and I train in the knots section most of the time, and stay away from one and two. They often enjoy to intimidate others by showing off their skills and hanging out in a pack. Calla is with them to my surprise, and has actually proven herself as a great fighter during training, showing her strength with strength and incredible aim. I wonder how she learned all these skills, being in the market and such.

I go and practice with the bow and arrows, and go right after the girl from two named Dazel, and she is most definitely talented in this area. I, however, fail miserably, not even close to hitting the figure of a person. I sigh slightly and put down the bow and arrow, knowing I've just shown a weakness unintentionally.

Then I turn, and all the careers, including Calla, are staring at me with a smirk.

With boldness, I go up to them, and say, "What's so funny?"

The boy from one, whose name is Jarek, is tall and strong, with brown hair that's a bit too long on him, and hazel eyes snickers. "You're going to die out there, that's all."

I look at them blankly. "That's where you're wrong, I'm smarter than you think. I thought some of you may have known that," I say, shooting a stare towards Calla.

She ignores it bluntly, and smiles at Jarek.

Jarek laughs, "I bet you won't last a second in the games. You'll probably suck so bad. What's your skill anyway?"

Inside anger rose, who could think that I couldn't fight? I am strongly built and damn right I can fight. I gave him a snarl, and turn around and go to the spears. The figure in front of me stands composed, and together. I grab on to the spear and grip in my hand, and think back to the time Annie and I went fishing, and she made me try and spear fish out of the water with a trident. I showed potential then, and I know I still have it. I look at the figure and turn to the boy from one. I point my finger to him, and then to the figurine in front of me. He laughs, but I ignore him. Then I take the spear and with a quick thrust the head falls off, and then another cutting off the arm. I slash off the other arm and then stick the spear in the chest, all of this in less than five seconds. They are impressed, but not enough, so I go over to the knifes section, and since no one is there, I go immediately. I grab the knifes and hold them in my hand. Just like fishing, I think in my head. The figures all wait there in a line, each one windowing the other. I grab a knife and throw it to the one in front of me, hitting the chest, then the one to the left, hitting it in the neck area. Then the one to the right, hitting the neck, then I hit the last row hitting everyone in the center, representing the heart.

I turn needless to say they are shocked. I smirk at Calla and then walk away. I walk over to them and look at them all. I'm only fourteen, so of course they all tower over me, but right now I have the upper hand. "So I suck at bow and arrow, but if I have a knife or a spear, you better say your prayers. All of you," I glare at Calla, and know I won't be making any alliances with her.

For the scores I pull off a ten. I used my spearing skills, and I know I've officially intimidated one and two. They all got nines or tens, and Calla even came off with an eight.

Tonight is the interview, and I practice with Mags all day. I've come to like her a lot, she mentors really well, and she knows what she's talking about. She decided I should play the heartthrob kind of guy, only because I'll get the most sponsors.

"This is extremely important," She says to me. "You have to make them like you or you might as well just die here and now."

I underestimated Mags, she puts it to you straight, no beating around the bush.

"So now is the time to show them why they should like me," I say. She smiles at this, and nods.

"Don't tell Calla but I'm rooting for you, Fin," She says. I know she doesn't like Calla, even before she said this. Between annoyed exchanged glance when she squeals about the Capitol, or when she snarls at an unintelligible comment Calla says. "The odds are actually in your favor," Mags whispers.

The time comes for me to get dressed with Cassandra, and of course she complements me in a way that is the slightest bit uncomfortable. Cassandra finishes and she says, "Your eyes are absolutely amazing!" She gives me a mirror and I stare at my reflection. "I bet all the girls will be breathless over you!"

My eyes are interesting, I guess. I have never seen anyone else with eyes quite like mine, but I've never really thought about it before this. I just shake off the comment and try and clear my head, readying myself for Caeser's questions.

Cassandra dresses me in a tight fitted suit that's blue, and has a a light blue design that is swirly representing waves on the cuffs of the jacket. She let's my hair stay natural and normal.

I wait in line, with Calla in front of me. She's in a blue dress that's short in the front, and slowly get's longer in the back. The top has flowy ruffels, and sparkles on the torso. Her hair is in a brait that looks complicated, but beautiful. Her eyes are rimmed with purple to bring out the slight green in them, and her lips are painted pink.

The show starts and I watch the television above. Caeser make's his trademark smile and yells, "Welcome to the interviews!" He explains the importance of this as he does about everything Hunger Games-related.

Once he's done talking, he yells for the girl from one. She goes up in her short dress with feathers at the bottom. She brags about her skills and gushes about the capitol. The interview itself is totally forgettable, but because she's from one, people automatically like her. Next Jarek goes. He stands there tall and proud and says how amazed and happy he is to represent his district. Next Dazel goes, with her brown hair in a bun on top of her head. She stands there with her red lips in a grin, and her brown eyes glistening. She explains her strengths, and why she likes her mentor. The boy from two is next, and he says he's smart, quick, strong, and fierce. The girl and boy from three are saying the same thing, but have no effect on the audience, because they aren't a career district.

Now it's Calla's turn.

"Ladies and gentleman introducing Calla!" Caeser yells, and Calla runs out. Her dimples are showing and her eyes are shining as she stares at the audience. "Why hello Calla!" He says.

"Hey Ceaser!" She says, grinning back. "How are you?"

"Good, good, how about you Calla?" He replies.

"I'm wonderful Caeser, the capitol is gorgeous, and I'm living on top of the world!" She exclaims. I can't help but roll my eyes.

"I'm glad you like it Calla!" He says. "What's your favorite part about the Capitol?"

She smiles and looks up for a minute. "Well, everything is grand, but the apartments are absolutely ravishing!"

He smiles and says, "Why?"

"Well everything is like magic, and the tecnology is wonderful!"

Caeser smiles and says, "So the technology is like magic."

She laughs at nothing and says, "Yes it is. If I touch a random button I'm always surprised by what happens next!"

Caeser laughs and crosses his leg across his other one. "I think we all know what that feels like!" He says, and the audience laughs. Are their brains in jars? How is this funny? "Now, why do you think you're likely to win the games?" Finally, a reasonable question.

She pretends to think, but I can tell in her eyes that she already knows the answer. "Well, I'm persistant, confident, quick minded, strong, and clever. I can deal with a bad situation, and I can show no mercy."

He nods interested. "What do you think about Finnick, the boy you came here with?"

This has got to be good.

She smiles sweetly, "Finnick is not a person to mess with. He's smart, and he's so cool. I'm definately excited to see how well he does!"

I gape at the television. What is up with this girl?

Caeser nods. "Well isn't that great! I'm excited now!" He smiles and asks, his voice more intimate, "Is there anyone you want to win for at home?"

She nods quickly, saying softly, "My mother. I want to make her proud."

Ceaser smiles, "Thank you Calla, and I bid you good luck!"

She smiles, and she walks off.

Now it's my turn. "Now ladies and gentleman, Mr. Finnick Odair!"

I gulp and walk out to the audience. A smile is planted on my face, but my eyes dart nervously back and forth as I walk up. I go to the chair and sit down, my heart pounding.

"So Finnick, how do you like the Capitol?" He asks.

I smile fakely, but try to stay myself. "It's nice, and different. It's very different from what I'm used to."

Caeser looks at me curious, "What are you used too?"

I think for a moment. Myself... "On the beach, hanging out, I love swimming and fishing, and tying knots a lot." My voice is humble, but strong. "I think the I'm just not used to the scene I guess." I hear the girls sigh.

"That's the life, being on the beach right?" Ceaser chuckles wistfully. Then he asks, "So why do you think you have patential?"

I smile and think for a moment. "I have motivation. Other than just pride."

"Is it someone at home?" He asks.

I nod. "Yes."

"Is it a girl?"

"Yes." I hear the crowd sigh wistfully.

"I see she's very special to you," He says.

"Yes, very much so. I've spent my whole life with her, and I promised I'd come back." A few girls moan in the crowd.

"So this isn't your mother correct?" Ceaser jokes and the crowd bursts out laughing.

I smile and say, "No, it's not my mother. I mean, I want to win for her of course. And my brother, but also her."

Caeser raises his eyebrows, "Is this girl special in the way I think so?"

I look at the ground. I spoke the truth now. "Well, I've loved her, but didn't really realize it until now. I don't know if I'll be back to tell her." I smile a little. "I just hope I can see her again."

The audience sighs, and the girls just moan. I look at Mags and she winks at me.

"Well Finnick, I bet any girl here would die to be with you correct?" Caeser says. The audience screams and I blush.

"I'd be honored to be with any of you girls," I lie easily. "But I hope I can see this one girl again, and tell her how I feel about her face to face."

/Annie/

I gasp as I watch the television. Did he just... Yes. I stare at the boy on the television is horror. He does love me. He's wearing the necklace right now, I see it. He remembered to wear it!

I feel my eyes water up and my lips tremble. He loves me. Anger rises in me-why didn't he tell me? I bury my face in my hands. Oh my gosh, I love him too, and he might die. He'll never know how I feel towards him. I can't believe this.

"I hope she loves me back," Finnick whispers.

I stare at the television, and know he's talking about me. I just know for sure, who else would he be talking about.

I look at the boy I love, and feel my heart pound. I run away from the town square and run through the streets. I spint and until my feet hit the sand, and I run until I hit the water in my feet where it barely reaches my feet. I cry hard now. I bite my lip brush some hair out of my face. He needs to win, he needs to live, I hope I see him again so I can go up to him and scream at the top of my lungs, Finnick, I love you more than anything in my life.

I guess I just figured it out too late.

End of chapter five.

I left it off on a kind of cliff hanger, and I hope it was relatively cute.

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This chapter was a bit rushed but I really just wanted to get Finnick into the arena, which will be next chapter. There will also be more Mags.

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