Extra Info: Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)
I wake to feeling fingertips on my arms, I smirk feeling his touch grace my skin before I open my eyes.
Suddenly, water is spraying coldly onto my skin and I open my eyes in a startling panic to see Finnick was not holding me at all.
Two peacekeepers were holding me by the arms leaving my skin totally exposed to a rush of coldness spraying out of a hose. I move restlessly in their grip, fighting the water hitting against me,
"What is going-"
"Showers. You are to shower then be ready by the President's clock," a peacekeeper states with a straight face. I say nothing. I let them wash me as I look and analyze the room, a silvery white endless captivity is all I can piece together. Nothing but void and ice cold, stinging water.
Unexpectedly, they drop me leaving me on the floor.
"Follow us, you are to be dressed in the room down the hall." I follow behind like a lost kitten, I am a lost cat. Katniss the Lost, has a ring to it. We get to a silver door that once is opened leads back into the upstairs hallway we seen before.
I am leaded to a ugly colored green door and gestured inside. The aqua haired woman is rushing towards me with a fake smile and cheerful voice,
"Oh come now, come now! So much to do! Here sit down!" she says while dragging me to a low stylist's chair in in front of a mirror. I sit and do not think about the situation, I wonder where Finnick is. Is he in the same torturous routine? I can feel the sizzle of my hair in a curling iron and look up to see the stylist curling my hair into Lolita like ponytails. Once that is done, she is giving me a barbie like complexion: pink cheeks and lips, bright eyes, white eye shadow, and sparkles from nose to chin. She lifts me out of the chair and in seconds flat is throwing me a poofy turquoise, doll like dress with white tights and flats. After I slip on the clothing, the woman comes in close to my face, and tops off her work with a bright, pink rose in my hair. The scent chokes me.
"What do you think?" she says as she steps back in approval. I look like an innocently, lifeless doll. Seems fitting really.
"I look perfect," I say with a bitter tongue.
"Good, now get going! Get get!" I mumble a yes and avoid her touch as I walk myself out the green door.
"Miss Everdeen," Finnick purrs in my ear as he grabs my hand to kiss. He must've been waiting outside the door, how did he know I was here? Oh that is right, he's been here before. I hold his hand and smile while walking down the hall,
"Happy to see you, Mr. Odair. What's the occasion? Why you all dolled up?"
"Me? We. We are dolled up for no reason at all," he looks at a clock on the wall as we walk by, "Breakfast I assume, same as always," he was right.
We enter the gaudy dinning hall and sit in the seats me sat before.
"How did you sleep?" Finnick asks across the table.
"Better, you?"
"Nightmares," I sigh at him. I know, it's a victor thing. I smile warmly at him as to say it's going to be ok and blow him a kiss. He catches it with his hand and winks at me mischievously as to say I know.
Then we hear the foot steps of a a single man step between us to sit down,
"Morning you two," he coldly says with a curl of the lips. I look him in the eyes but can not hold a glance, "Morning Mr. President.."
Finnick just smiles emotionlessly. "Oh come now, whores, don't be so sad, we will be able to do that again real soon," he purrs. I cringe as I recall the blade dipping into my skin,
"oh lucky us," Finnick charismatically hums, swinging his fork in the air.
"You're right Mr. Odair, lucky indeed. Id rather have no other company than you two ever again." please shut up you annoying pompous, fucking insane dictator of an ice man. It has to be like six am and you're already acting crazy. I can feel my eyebrow quiver as I can hear him chuckle in the background. I try hide my displeasure,
"Why thank you,"
"No," he kisses my hand, "Thank you. It was worth-" I pull my hand away and grab his face in my hands then sigh,
"I know." I let go to bury my face in my hands, can these minutes tick by any slower? I look up somewhat defeated, "So what's for breakfast?"
"What would you like, dollface?"
"Waffles, pancakes with cinnamon and sugar, toast with a side of eggs, orange juice, and some hot cocoa. With a side of I hate my life." I say spitefully.
"And you Mr. Odair?" He sighs sarcastically,
"Everything she is having expect no eggs, I want hash browns instead."
"Did you get that?" I look up and see Snow was talking to an Avox we never noticed behind us. She nods her head and walks away rather quickly, I was being sarcastic. I didn't actually know I was getting food...
"I was kidding Snow, no human can get all that food here."
"But Dear Katniss," he hums, "that is the perk of being mine." that sentence stung me and causes me to move a bit back in my seat. I don't look at him but instead stare at my carved palm and try not to show any signs of weakness.
"I am yours..."
"Correct." I look at Finnick as he give me a reassuring stare: we may be his but Finnick is mine, and I am his; Snow can never take that away from us.
The scent of freshly cooked food is wafted into the room and Finnick and I notice the Avox stepping back in the dinning area, pushing a silver cart. She gets to the table and carefully sets down plates of food that look too good to eat. Everything we asked for to a perfect tee.
"Thank you," Finnick smirks charmingly her way but is ignored by her attention while she leaves quickly. He sighs,
"Well, digg in then.."
"Don't mind if I do!" I grab my fork and stuff my face in one of everything. First the pancakes, then the eggs and toast, and lastly the waffles. I get half a breathe and drink the orange juice then hot chocolate, everything was perfect and it makes me sick. It sickeningly delicious.
I look up to see Snow smirking at us, analyzing our sharp intake of food. I stuff more of my pile of treats before giving his eyes some attention,
"Take a picture it will last longer."
"Someday."
"Uhhh," I grunt as I stuff more food down my throat. Stupid asshole. I look at my food and notice he didn't get a thing to eat, I think he notices this fact because I hear him chuckle,
"I don't eat breakfast," he makes a face of disgust as I shove more of it my way. Fine with me. So much elegant food I can't hardy eat another bite... Uh. I allow my fingertips to push the plates away from me as I slouch in the velvet chair. I look up and notice the clang of silverware hitting a plate, Finnick has just finished all he could eat too,
"Thank you sir," he warmly sighs. Mr. Snow then checks his pocket watch examining the time and gets up to leave before giving us more instructions,
"You are to head to the train and follow Haymitch. You three will be making note of possible future tributes along with taking care of your appointments."
I stand up and scream in a fierce, freshly lit rage, "What do you mean make note?" I clench my fists, "Tributes are not picked!"
"Don't be silly, Miss Everdeen. That was how it use to be. I have to punish citizens for going against us now don't we... Instructions will be written the usual way. See you."
Fucking asshole.