Finnick Odair.
After the anthem blared the tribute parade started. District 1 came, with a colossal of sparkles, sequins, silk, with large bulky bold jewelry. District 2 were painted entirely a grayish black, it hardened and cracked; making them look like they were stone. District 3 sort of glowed and twinkled like Caesar Flickermen's jacket, and then Annie and Maxem came, waving. The crowd waved frantically yelling their names. They gushed about how cute they look, and I could see the men gawking at Annie, protectiveness ran through me.
"You know if one of your two win Snow-, "Johanna started to whisper.
"I know." I said harshly. "I know." People think once you are a victor, your safe. But you never are. Especially in the Capitol.
District 5 was silvery and had satellites on their heads, they looked sullen and even embarrassed, the Capitol laughed. District 6 wasn't that memorable and neither was District 7, Johanna wasn't even paying attention, she was lazily playing with my hair. 8 had quilt caps and District 9 was a giant piece of wheat. District 11 and 12 were the worst. They were the skinniest/scrawniest and they barely looked over 13.
Once all the tributes reached the street, their attention turned to President Snow. A shudder ran through me, Snow was one of the most terrifying people I have never met.
"Welcome!" His voice ran out with false cheeriness. But I knew the truth, Snow didn't have an ounce of happiness in him. But yet the sound of his voice was greeted with enormous cheers from the audience. He looked down to the tributes "Welcome tributes! We salute your courage and your sacrifices! We wish you all a Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds ever me in your favour!"
The crowd roared loudly with appreciation. Most citizens stood now clapping loudly and whooping with delight. The tributes disappeared into the Training Center and the doors shut behind them with a resounding bang.
Johanna and I slowly stood up. Now time to party.
.
.
After three fizzy pink drinks, my world spun a little. Mags and I managed to get lots of sponsors for Annie and Maxem. I lost Johanna and all the other victors a long time ago after drinking and getting lost in the endless amounts of Capitol fan girls.
But now it was time for my little 'job'. Grabbing the lady's arm (I couldn't remember her name) I twirled her around, her green hair whipped me in her face.
"Love your hair." I lied, felling the stiff locks. To be honest, the hair smelled like chemicals, and way too much over priced floral perfume.
She held my hand over her chest, I could feel her heartbeat. The woman tried to move with the upbeat music, but she swayed drunkenly, almost collapsing in my arms. I blinked hard, trying to stay awake.
"Okay." The woman slurred "Let's go to my house."
After finding our coats, we climbed into a long white stretch limo. The Capitol lights danced off of the woman's surgically orange eyes. Her scarily long fingers combed through my hair and danced across my chest.
She seemed so out of it, I was sure we wouldn't be able to find her room.
But we did find it. And my body was once again used.
.
.
Afterwards I remembered Annie's rope. Immediately I jumped out of the sleeping woman's bed and stumbled around trying to put on my clothes. Taking the limo that was parked outside waiting for me, I nervously sat in my seat. Annie would be so mad at me! I felt so stupid! But why was the rope so special? I took it out of my pocket and examined it. She seemed to making a bracelet out of the rope. The knots were expertly done, and then I remembered her on the train. Fiddling around with the rope. Maybe she did have some hope after all. Not that snares were the most dangerous weapons, but they did come in handy.
.
.
The ride of the elevator seemed to take forever. Thank goodness we were only on the fourth floor, because if we were any higher I would freak out. As soon as the door opened and I walked out I tripped over a body.
Annie. She changed into blue pajamas and she immediately jumped up and tried to go into my pockets "Give me it!"
"I-it's in the back pocket." I slurred. "Do you want to get it? "And I winked.
She looked disgusted and backed away.
"Nah, I'm just kidding." Then I pulled out the robe. "Y-you didn't tell me you could tie knots like a pro fishermen." I tried to give it to her, but I almost toppled over. But Annie was there to steady me.
"Let's get you to your room."
Annie Cresta.
Somehow we managed to get to his room. It took a matter of time and lots of stopping to rest, but we did it. I opened the door and when I turned to shut it Finnick was taking off his pants.
"OH!" I spun around and covered my face.
"Annie…" He sort of whined. "I can't get my sho-o-es off. Help me?"
I groaned and walked over. Now Finnick had his pants and shirt off. Now I could see his muscular chest, damn this man disrobes fast. Finnick still had on his tuxedo shoes and white socks. As quickly as I could, I untied his shoes and took off his socks, leaving them in a pile along with his other clothing.
"Wait! Annie!" He grabbed my wrist. "Please stay. I get nightmares."
The legendary Finnick Odair gets nightmares too? I didn't want to stay, what would he try to do to me? So instead I went to his closet, and found a nice robe. After unhooking the silky robe from it I brought it over.
"Here." I handed it to him.
"What? You want me to make a noose and hang myself?" Finnick asked and muttered something I couldn't hear. It sounded like 'I've tried before.' which made me scared? Had he actually tried to?
Finnick started to make a sloppy noose and I yelled "No! Don't do that!" I sat down and grabbed it from him and untied it. "Do what I do. Make knots. It helps be stay sane and be calm."
He slowly nodded "Thank you. Now go off to bed, sorry I kept you up."