When we arrive in the Capitol, I already have people gushing over me. Getting off the train and seeing the reaction was unbelievable. I've been out of public eye for a while, so I wasn't expecting this much. I walk past a bunch of people screaming my name and reaching for me past the ropes. I wave to a couple of them and keep walking. This is flattering but I don't really want all this attention.

We make our way to the apartment buildings that hold the tributes and their mentors until it is time for us to enter the arena. I press the button to 4 when I enter the elevator out of habit. No one yells at me for it though.

I'm not really that shocked when I enter like most first time tributes are because I've seen it all before. But, I still am confused. What am I supposed to do now? If I went to my room, I would just ball up in tears. If I stayed here, it would just be awkward. I decide to accept the awkwardness and take a seat on the couch in the main room. I flip the television to a station that is covering all the tributes leaving the train. After me, there aren't that many crazy fans. I see Johanna get off and notice she put red streaks in her hair. She must have done that for the games. She is a rebel at heart.

I haven't seen much of who was reaped. I expected Johanna to volunteer because she is just that crazy. I feel bad when I see Cecelia get off. I don't want to watch her get reaped. It must've been hard, with all her little kids. They probably don't even understand that their mom won't come back, even worse if they see her death. This is mandatory viewing. Everyone has to watch the all-star games.

All the chanting comes back when the star-crossed lovers of District 12 get off the train. Katniss and Peeta, not a surprise at all. It must be horrible for them to get out of the arena, think they are done, and then have to go right back in. Getting out once is hard enough, twice even harder, and trying to get two people through it all? The chances are close to impossible.

After they leave, it goes to some interview with the new head gamemaker Plutarch Heavensbee. The phone rings, which is odd because I just thought it was for direction. I look around and no one else seems to notice. I pick the phone up.

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hello, Finnick. This is Haymitch," Haymitch says from the other end. His words aren't slurred, which means he is probably sober. That's good. I can trust what he is saying now.

"Are you alone? If not, I may suggest bringing this into another room," he tells me. I pick the base of the cord phone up and make my way into the room marked for the tribute boy.

"You do realize that phone calls are monitored, right?" I ask him. He sounds like we are about to get into some serious stuff.

"I got Beetee on that. Didn't you notice the number was from 3?" He asks. I look down and sure enough, the dial is set on 3. Then, he continues.

"I'm just going to cut straight to the point here. How would you like to be in a rebellion?" He asks, straightforward.

"Yeah, of course," I tell him.

"Good. Your job for now is to make an impression on Katniss and Peeta. We want them to ally with you, so you can protect them in the arena. We have to get them out alive to keep this going. I know this is a lot, but we can do it this time. We won't lose. We have inside sources, ten districts ready to fight, and the Capitol citizens are sadden by all their favorites dying. Are you in?" He asks. He says it all very quickly like we are running out of time.

"Sure, yeah. See you later?"

"See ya, Finnick." He hangs up the phone and I do too. I carry it back into the main room and put it back on the table.

"Lunch is here!" My mentor, Joseph, the guy I volunteered for, tells me. I walk over, grab a piece of chicken and some sweet potatoes fries and start eating. No one talks much. After lunch, it is time to meet with our stylists.

Mags and I get in the elevator, which this time is automated to take us to the prep room. It feels weird going back down here again. It smells like a mixture of paint, hair spray, and flowery perfumes. Annie smells like flowery perfumes. It hits for the first time how much I miss her. I just want to run back upstairs and call up train to take me back. Hit the rewind button. Let Joseph go in. But, I can't. So I keep walking.

The same prep team I've always had starts work on me. They don't need to do too much because of all the stuff I do for the Capitol, which someone is always working on me for. Then my new stylist, Tuesday, comes in and tells me about my outfit. I have to say, it is a little above and beyond the normal standard. I think it's because everyone is trying to beat out Cinna. I guess I'm okay with my costume for the tribute parade. But, when I see it, I start rethinking that idea.

Yay new chapter! I love Finnick! Okay so this announcement may seem kind of early but I really want to get to work on it and give you guys time to vote! So, I'm going to be doing a Christmas miniseries. It will be around 4-5 chapters all published around November/December as like my gift to all of my wonderful readers. This is going to be a separate mini-series, not necessarily Christmas related. I've came up with four different ideas, and you will vote! This is also a poll on my author page, but you can just leave it in your review if you want. You can pick from:

The Life and Story of Delly (her childhood with Peeta, reaction to his reaping, Mockingjay, post Mockingjay)

A rewriting of the first five chapters of Life and Story of Johanna (this was my first Fanfiction POV, so I'll just rewrite them and update to the original story, but keep the original first five up)

Post-Mockingjay Christmas series (with Finnick though! This will just be what their Christmas is like)

A Guide To Being a Gamemaker (like a manual/training guide for new gamemakers from either Plutarch/Seneca)

So, let me know! Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!