The rather cold room was deadly silent for once in the past few weeks. The woman who occupies it was sat in the corner of the padded room, she stares at the wall with blood shot eyes full of anger. For the first time in thirty-four years, she is to be present at a reaping, a Quarter Quell reaping at that. The though just boils her blood, the Hunger Games is the exact reason why she is in here in the first place! The President at the time had thought it would be good for her if she went to a psychiatric hospital to get help, only because she couldn't quit screaming everywhere she went, she is a killer and the guilt was eating her alive.
The President and her family were embarrassed by her, they said she is an abomination and did not deserve to be around anyone else to harm. It wasn't her fault she accidentally killed the head game maker. He attacked her, she wasn't about to just let him have his way with her, she is too proud and strong to allow that. A bang on the door catches her attention, she cautiously stands up and approaches the door. She is surprised to see her nurse come in, followed by obvious people from the Capital. "Finch, we are here to help you get ready." A man with chocolate colored skin says in a kind tone. Yet, she does not take it kindly.
Finch narrows her eyes and backs up into her corner, "Fuck off, I'm not going." She barks, the same man sighs and looks at the nurse, she nods and suddenly pulls out her tranquilizer. "It is mandatory, your presence is needed at the 175th Quarter Quell." The man with chocolate skin says trying to change her mind. Finch scoffs and turns her head, she knows what's coming next, that why when she is stuck with the tranquilizer needle, she doesn't flinch.
When she was finally able to move around again, she was now wearing a off white dress that clashed with her pale skin. Her red hair was straightened and flowed freely on her shoulders and back, they said she would feel pretty, but at fifty years old and no chance at a husband, how could she? Her nurse had asked a pair of peacekeepers come and walk her to the District square, when she gets to the stage, she is sat down beside a much younger female victor. District 5 is known for their highly intelligent female tributes, surprisingly, they have a harder time at get male victors, maybe that's why President Rossi only asks for one victor as a second time tribute.
The crowd is shocked to see her there, it has been many years since she's seen these people, though she hasn't missed them nor does she wish to see them again. The Escort, Wine, seems to have a staring problem as she walked past Finch to draw the second time tribute, Finch narrows her eyes, tempted to flip the woman off. But it doesn't happen, instead Wine finally gets up to the reaping bowl and pulls out a slip of paper. "Your 175th Quart Quell tribute is," she pauses only to open the slip of paper. "Finch Louis!" She says with fake amusement. Finch is blinded by anger and wants to scream, this had to be a set up!
Train ride
Wine sits in the dinning cart clutching the butter knife in her hand, ever since they got onto the train, Finch has been screaming bloody murder in her cabin. Wine knew she should've fought harder for District 10! She tries to hide her fear from the Avox but even she could see the Avox was also nervous. Last thing she wanted was to be killed by a crazed woman, she prayed that there are no delays when they finally get to the Capital, she wants to get away from Finch as fast as she can.