Just a reminder: Hunger Games: Finnick & Katniss Pairing Rated: M (Has touchy subjects like rape, sex, swearing, smut, lemon, and gore)

Finnick writes the names on the notecard and places it in his pocket, alright lets get going. We all walk away from this small wooden box and toward the train station, I was just about to enter the train when I notice Cinna looking at his hand watch standing beside the Silverlight Bar,

"I'll be right back!" I say towards Haymitch and Finnick as they enter the train. I step quickly toward Venis until I am inches from her,

"Oh Katniss! There you are, shall we go?"

"Where have you-"

"I was waiting for you, just like you said," he cheerfully hummed, oh I forgot. I was so upset with myself I couldn't even think straight,

"Right..." I sigh, "Well, I am here now!" I smile and he walks hand and hand with me toward the train. We step in and hear Finnick cheerfully waving goodbye to District 2,

"Good riddance."

"Lover boy, your captiolness is showing," Haymitch winks at him, he scowls his way and turns away from his eyes; mumbling the words drunk hag to himself quietly.

I tie and untie his rope with my eyes closed, laying my head on Finn's shoulder as I drift into semi-consciousness. I wake up in a dimly lit train, everyone seems to be asleep but I notice a light at the end of the cart and follow it, being sure not to wake the other around me. I near the door and notice the lit area was the bar cart, it opens and I step inside,

"Evening sweetheart, join me.." he hiccups, "join me." I sit on a couch near him (he's at bar stool and table) and pull a bottle of wine from an iced bowl next to me.

"Haymitch, where we going?"

"Oh right, you were asleep..." He takes a sip from a glass and then looks my way to speak, "Back to the Capitol, except for Finnick. He is going to be traveling to the remaining districts while the rest of us prepare for the Games."

"What why?"

"Snow got the last report from us..." he sighed and twirled his glass in his fingertips, "He said you put too much emotion into your tribute choices," oh that's right. I chose Cato's family, he must of thought it was out of revenge... But I did it out of good reason. "The reason he chose Finnick is because he knows he lacks emotion in the real world, unlike you and I- we are still ourselves."

"Oh..." I sigh and take a small sip of the wine, "whatever, I should go back to bed."

"Rest easy, sweetheart."

Do't die of alcohol poisoning." He laughs at my remark and I leave the bar cart and sit right back beside Fin to fall asleep. I wake up to a light blue sky, everything is moving and I notice I am being carried by Venia down the Capitol streets.

"Wait we have to go back! I did't say bye to Finnick..." I muffle out softly.

"It's been twenty minutes since we left the train, too late for that."

"Morning Mockingjay," Venia sings as she kisses my forehead in his arms,

"Morining," I am put down and motioned to walk into the arena of the Games. Snow is waiting at the entrance and we follow him into the long hallway, once filled with chariots and tributes. We near a hallway to the left that leads into a gaudy, lavish hotel made of silver. Snow doesn't speak a word to us but leads us to an elevator and then he speaks,

"Floor 13," he smiles darkly and leaves without another word. Octavia press the button labeled "13" and we enter the glass box that will be taking us up. We five stand in silence until the doors open, and we are shown into our own floor.

"Beautiful," they all sigh and I agree. It looked exactly like the place I stayed in the Games, but more stunning. Everything was made of glass and crystal, chairs of black onyx stone, floors or silver. The only ugly thing about it was the scent and decoration of roses.

Roses... I step out of the elevator first and examine the main room, a large glass table with a white rose in the center, I notice a pale index card leaned against the vase and step toward it to pick it up...

I've seen this all before.

For the next few weeks, you will be keeping the judges and gamemakers company until the start of the games, please be on your best behavior Miss. Everdeen. Mr. Abernathy will be helping you with all the guests, please be aware appointments are made by auctioning every night after festivities during the day and will be given to the highest bidder. Happy Hunger Games! I sigh, and may the odds be ever in our favor.