The Divinely Damned
Chapter 5.
*********************Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games***********************
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Anna abruptly ripped herself out of Finnick's arms. She couldn't stand that he still smelled and felt the same way as he had just a few years previous before she lost him to the games. Finnick looked a little hurt at Anna's mannerisms, but she averted her eyes so that her heart might unclench. As much as she still loved Finnick she couldn't help but be a tad bit annoyed at how perfect and protective of himself he'd become. He was the same Finnick on the outside, and had the works of the old Finnick on the inside, but it was like he'd been remodeled by the capitol on the inside. Like Finnick 2.0, and it drove her insane that he wasn't the same.
Anna cleared her throat in order to call Finnick's now lazy attention. She stared him in the eyes, almost testing the waters. As she gazed into his now guarded sea green eyes she promptly declared that she must get changed and "be in tip top toppy shape" as Flabia would say. Finnick just stood there and with a blank look on his face and nodded his head.
Anna padded through the luxuriously bedazzled train to her even more abundantly bedazzled room. She opened the door to her obnoxiously hot pink room and sighed. Crazy how they could have so much and still treat us like poop, as if killing children wasn't bad enough, they teased them with their luxury, and in Anna's special case taunted them with her gorgeous victor ex-almost-boyfriend, whom she may or may not still have feeling for. Anna plopped herself onto her bright silver mattress and began to let everything that was occurring sink in. It felt as though the weight of the world was crushing her. She'd promised her younger brother and mother she'd try and come home, but could she really do it? The games weren't easy by any means and what could being a strong ballerina, okay at weapons, and ginormous band geek going to do for her in the arena? What would she do, jab a tribute in the eye with a clarinet reed? Squawk on her tenor sax until someone's ears started to bleed? She wish she'd agreed to train when she came of age, but regret wouldn't do her any good now. She couldn't stand the fact that she was here though and being with Finnick didn't help. He had a way of easily getting under her skin and into her heart without even trying. Right now her number one priority was to be completely focused on the games and not on a boy who wasn't ever even her boyfriend, merely a friend, with great abs and smile, who liked her, and she likes, or well "liked". She made the seemingly impossible decision to completely cut off any feelings she had for him, snub his gorgeous smiles, and be her normal sarcastic loving self. She'd only use him for his expertise and keep focused. Things are always easier said than done, as mother always said, but Anna had a will of steel, but even steel can be broken…
After coming to terms with what was happening taking a few deep breaths holding back the tears (she would allow herself only to cry at night when no one would notice) so as to not call attention to any sobs that threatened to be released. Anna slowly straightened her back and sat up straight getting into a confident mindset, preparing for all of the attention she'd soon be getting from so many decadent stylists, fans, and a certain now declaringly obnoxious mentor, not to mention her district competition. She arose from the bed and walked over to the mahogany closet. What is it with these Capital folk and their mahagony?
There was an abundance of dresses within the beautiful closet, ranging from completely gaudy and capital like all the way to rather simplistic much like the dresses girls from the district wore on casual days. She selected a somewhat in between the two extremes dress that was a beautiful dark sky blue. The way the sky looked when the sun was about to rise in the morning but the sky was still completely blanketed in that wonderful blue color. She removed her silk pajamas and slipped the dress that was creepily her exact size onto her medium sized frame. She twirled around in the simplistically beautiful blue dress that had a big bow on the back and puffed out when she spun making her look like a very blue cupcake. Anna then put on some simple gold with ocean blue buckles, she would've worn the heels but all the ones that stocked the closet were dauntingly tall (like 6 inches past her comfort level tall). She had to admit allowing herself to focus on her image rather than the way Finnick smiled, his dimples, or the fact that she would most likely be viciously murdered in the next weeks helped a lot.
Taking one final look in the mirror she addressed her messy braided hair, redoing the braid into a beautiful yet simple french braid that flowed straight down her back in a long brown design. She dusted gold toned eyeshadow onto her eyelids and put on a light coat of mascara, knowing that looking her best for the capitol was a big priority and would help in getting sponsors and such which would definitely benefit her in the arena. If Finnick could be the capitols golden boy, she was determined to be their next golden child. She'd be cunning and charming and humble and let the stylists create her raw looks into something memorable so that she would become their golden girl, just like Finnick had weaseled his way into their hearts she would too.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door bringing Anna's focus back to reality. She prepared herself for being dragged out into the hallway by Flabia declaring that she took forever to get ready. With an exasperated sigh she opened the door. "I'm coming Fla…" , suddenly Anna was silenced when she realized who had come to retrieve her.
She felt her heart flutter for a few microseconds, but then with her all of her will she forced herself to remain calm and see him as a friend, the way she wanted to, not even a friend merely an acquaintance. Finnick just gave her a small smile and courteously said, "are you ready to meet the citizens?" Anna gulped and gave him a polite nod. She swallowed her emotions and all of her nerves and squeaked out "well let's give them exactly what they want, a good show".
Clearly Finnick approved of this confident statement and flashed an approving smile.
Finnick held out his arm, and arm in arm they strode to the window to begin their capitol exhibit, and just as they were about to round the corner to the viewing window where they would see the capitol in all its grandeur, Finnick whispered in Anna's ear "I'll do anything for you". Anna could feel her heart pound so hard she was convinced it was audible a mile away. However, Anna just gave him a small smirk and said "good thing golden boy" and put her game face on.
Man, keeping that vow to herself about Finn was going to be pretty challenging…
But the real question was, the man of her dreams or her life?
*************Author's Note*****************
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I'm super sorry for a long hiatus, I truly am, I hope you will continue to read and love this story as much as I do. This chapter was fun to write, it was my way of showing how Anna will slowly evolve in her personality and really give you an insiders view on where she stands. I would love to hear your thoughts and ideas, so please leave a comment.
Finally I would like to again apologize for being a lazy writer, but I've found inspiration to write again so I'm back!
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