Finnick Odair
District 2 seemed to be the same that it always was: gloating, shiny, powerful and cruel. I hated going there, the mayor just seemed like a complete dick. He glared at Annie throughout her entire speech. Annie told the District that the tributes honored their district well. That seemed to please them all, just a bit.
The victors mostly kept to themselves, there was so many of them, young and old. The newest victor was twenty, he won his games two years ago. I didn't talk to him much.
The dinner seemed to drag on, just like the table. There was so many victors the table sat more than twenty. It was unfair how many victors One and Two had, District 4 had many but nothing compared to them. We kept to ourselves that night.
Once it was over we went back to the train and washed up. The mixture of a full stomach and a warm bath was enough for me and I passed out waiting for Annie. A movement of them bed jolted me up and I gave a very many scream.
Annie giggled "You okay?"
"Yea," I nodded "you just scared me, that's all."
She came down onto the bed and snuggled into me. "I don't think District 2 was very fond of me."
I put my arm around her "There just stupid. Don't worry; I am very fond of you." I whispered into her hair. I could tell that she was smiling.
"I don't mean to scare you, but District 1 will be just as bad." I told her.
Annie nodded "I thought so."
"Your almost home Annie. You can do this."
"O-okay." She stuttered.
"What's wrong?"
"I-It's nothing. My minds just trying to trick me. I feel like the closer I get to the Capitol, the closer I am back to the arena. I'm scared once I get there they're going to force me right back into it."
"That's not going to happen little mermaid." I soothed and brought her closer to me. "They can't do that. I don't think that's possible without getting some sort of uprising on their hands." I paused "I guess we shouldn't be talking about that."
"No." Annie said sleepily. "I guess we shouldn't."
"What? Does the sound of my velvety voice make you tired?"
"Maybe a little…" Annie said and I pulled her as close as I could to my body, we fit perfectly together like spoons.
"Good night Ann."
"Goodnight Fin."
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The next morning seemed to be exactly the same: get up, get ready, and get stared at by thousands of people. All I kept reminding Annie was 'one more stop after this, you can do this, we can do this'. I had to remind myself as well. That day seemed to be longer. The glares more harsher, no forgivingness in their eyes. District 1 and 2 were my least favourite districts, because of their power, their lethalness. But I guess to some districts 4 would be large and cruel in comparison, but we got nothing on one and two.
The victors ignored us the entire time. It was sort of awesome. In the Capitol around the game time all they would do was walk around with smug, proud little expressions on their faces, like they knew one of their tributes would be coming home. They acted like the Capitol of the districts. But here was a District Four winner, in fact two, right in front of their eyes. I wondered if I was doing the whole 'smug, proud face' at that moment.
Finally it was the Capitol, probably the worst of it all. Annie was terrified of going back, I stayed up almost all last night trying to get her to fall asleep, I would tell her that funny poem my dad taught me, and softly sing off-tune District 4 lullabies.
They made us get up extra early the day of the Capitol celebration. Which I didn't get, they were complaining about out dark circles. We got them from the early awakening.
The celebration took place at nighttime. But everyone was preparing for the interview. I was frantic, running around making sure everything was right, helping Annie out us much as I could, like calming her down and making sure she had an endless amount of food at her disposal. Then I realized it was a bad idea after because I was frightened she would throw up all over the place. Good thing Annie knew how to hold her stomach though.
Annie Cresta
The moment I walked over to the stage and greeted Caesar Flickermen I felt like the naïve little girl that I once was. Especially in the green poufy dress I was it, with sequins sewn onto the breast area. My nails were now a mint green color and my hair was twisted up into some sort of elaborate knot.
I momentarily was blinded by all the lights and the frantic yelling of the citizen's dress in flamboyant colors. I hoped my smile didn't seem to forced, or insane looking.
I sat next to the President during the interview, Caesar bounced questions off of us so fast I could barely keep it. It was like some sort of speed round or something.
"How are you feeling Annie?" Caesar asked the devastating question.
I smiled "Much, much better. I'll tell you that. I think all I needed was home. Thank you for asking."
The audience clapped loudly. I guess I said something right. President Snow eyed me up.
After the interview a party was being held in my honor at President Snow's mansion. The building was huge, much bigger than any house I have ever seen. Even the Victor's houses.
The banquet room was enormous, with fifty foot ceilings and floor to ceiling windows it easily was bigger than my house. Musicians fluttered around the room, some played upbeat music, while others played soft and sad music. I liked the second one more.
Everyone seemed to be there. I met so many people and couldn't remember anyone's names. I think most woman came up to me to talk about Finnick. Which I skillfully avoided the topic. Finnick and I stayed as neutral as possible, occasionally dancing 'awkwardly' to a song, or small chatting by a fountain. We kept out contact as minimal as possible.
As soon as I saw the large assortment of tables I immediately flooded over there among with everyone else. There was an endless supply of cheeses, fruits, breads, soups, meats, sweets, waterfalls of juices and a ton of alcoholic beverages. I noticed the sea creatures and my heart ached for home. I avoided the look of them for as long as I could.
"Why are you not having your home dish?" Someone said behind me.
I spun around and saw a tall looking man with a lime green mustache. Finnick pointed him out. He was the Head Gamemaker: Leproios Silversteed. He was the sicko who most likely decided everyones fate.
I had to be as nice as possible "I guess I' just not feeling it tonight. That's right there is what I have almost every single day." I paused "Which is fine." I added hastily.
"Well Miss. Cresta would you care to have a dance?"
I gulped. "Sure why not?" Everyone wanted a change to dance with the victor, I guess that included him.
One and a half songs later I desperately looked around for Finnick.
He was nowhere to be found.
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'Guest' no I am not close to being done! Ha-ha! I feel horrible that I haven't been posting lately it's just sort of hard to fit it in to all of the crap that I'm doing. I'm taking someone's advice and dividing this story and making it into three parts. This story, Finnick and Annie's perspective in Catching Fire, and then in Mockingjay. This parts going to end after they get home, and I have I guess a little 'surprise'. So I'm sort of planning it right now. Thank you for being so patient!
Oh and 'LMDD' sorry for messing up your name!
Oh and sorry for any mistakes, its very late and I should be in bed haha!