A/N Because I feel so bad for not updating lately here's another quick chapter! I'm trying to get these to you quick-ish so I'm not editing them to their full potential so I'm sorry! I was reading my older chapters and I noticed soooo many mistakes. I might go back and edit them later (Just grammar, so you wouldn't need to re-read!) Okay well I'm rambling! Let me know what you think! Also, I'm open to input so feel free to add your ideas in the reviews or PM me! :)

Adley's POV

I can't sleep through the night. I am terrified for what my training score may have cost me. Dars may have got me in with the Careers, but there is no way they are dragging some girl with a five along with them. Instead of sleeping I sit in my bed and think of home. I think of the sea and how I would so much rather be lying in the rough waves than this soft bed. I don't find any comfort in the luxuries of the Capitol, only heartbreak. I finally feel myself drifting off when I hear a loud pounding on the door.

"Adley! Interviews!" I can hear the exhaustion in Dar's voice through the door. I am not excited for interviews. No doubt, Ceaser is going to say something about my low score, wish me luck and watch sadly as I walk off the stage. I hate that people are looking at me as if I'm some poor girl from ten, but I keep Finnick's words in the front of my mind: "You do what you have to do in order to survive".

At breakfast Finnick and Max go over our tactics again.

"Dars, You need to take a page from my book," Finnick says through a mouthful of sweet bread. He swallows then continues, "You're big so you can pull of cocky, just add a little charm, flirt a little." Dar's raises an eyebrow at Finnick, then turns to look at Max who nods in agreement.

"I honestly don't think I could even fake flirt with these Capitol women."

"Don't think about." Finnick says.

"Easy for you to say, you flirt with everything that moves." Dars responds. Finnick clenches the butter knife in his hand a little harder.

"Watch it," Max orders. Dars slumps back into his chair. Finnick releases the knife in his hand and lets it fall loudly to his plate. The table falls silents. I sit there, feeling rather uncomfortable, watching the tension in the room. "Finnick," Max breaks the silence, "Go get ready for the meeting." He pushes his chair back with some aggression and storms off toward his room. I stare at Max.

"What was that about?" I ask.

"It's just the games." She says, "they're starting to get to him."

Finnick's POV

"Goddamnit Fin, you can't just do that." Max slams the door to my bedroom, whisper screaming at me. I'll be the first to admit I might have been a bit passive aggressive toward Dars, but I can't handle his ignorance.

"I know." I go to my closet and grab a black silk button up. Max sits on my bed and watches me, her brows furrowed. I quickly put my shirt on.

"Fin, are you okay? You seem off." I pull off my pants and put a pair of nice slacks on, not caring that Max is in the room.

"She's fourteen, Max." I say quietly as I button up the shirt. "Fourteen."

"You were fourteen."

"I had a ten thousand dollar trident."

"You have sponsor money, Finnick." I wave my hand, dismissing the conversation. I don't like talking about the money we have. Dirty money. "Let's just get through interviews. One step at a time."

Max and I roll up to Ceasar's studio in a large black limo. We hurry through the doors, rushing past all of the cameras and shouts. Inside there is sheer chaos.

I see flashes of green from the District seven tributes, no doubt they were put in ungodly tree-like costumes yet again. The tributes from district ten are kids. God, they're just kids. The girl looks about Adley's age, and the boy looks like he might have just turned twelve. The stylists are all rushing around adding last touches to their tributes. The lights flash around us, curtain call, and all of the tributes line up by district.

My eyes find Dars and Adley in the sea of people, and I can't help but stare in wonder. They looks nice. Dars, who normally looks large and intimidating, like he wants to bite someones head off, looks almost nice. They put him in a simple suit with a sea-green shirt underneath. Adley is definitely playing up her youth. Felix has put her in a dress that I would give to my seven year old sister. It's the same color as Dars' shirt, but it is made of a sort of iridescent fabric that looks like waves. Just looking at the dress makes me homesick.

The interviews start. The boy from district one, Ben, is quite. He's not as big as Careers normally are, but he is eerily quiet. He seems like he's constantly sizing everything around him up. Taking in all of his surroundings. He's lethal. His partner, Teeg, is just as terrifying. She's small, only a little bigger than Adley, but she's got muscle. Her stylists have sharpened all of her features, she looks almost birdlike. When she's not laughing with Ceasar she's staring people down in the audience.

The pair from two were very similar, they both were talkative and a little flirtatious. The boy, Taupe, joked with Ceasar about the food here, and the girl, Satin, just giggles a lot. It's quite annoying actually.

I can tell that Adley is worried about how their alliance is going to shape out. The Careers never let anyone in with that low of a training score, especially a little girl who appears to be nothing special. I hope for her sake that they keep her so they can keep Dars.

When Dars get's up there I can tell that he's trying his best to act flirtatious, but in all honesty he just looks awkward. He almost immediately drops the act and ends up being himself, bitter, sarcastic, and slightly aggressive. Adley is perfect. She looks scared, but sweet as can be. She looks like she's just a little kid, and she acts it too. When Ceasar asks her if she's scared of the arena, she says "No, because I know that I am protecting someone else from the same fate." The audience goes nuts, and Ceasar puts his hand over his heart in mock sympathy.

The rest of the interviews are nothing special. Some kids try to act tough, while others look like they are about to fall apart onstage. Max and I pretend to be interested in the interviews, but I know we are both sizing up the careers in our heads to find any weaknesses. As soon as the kids from 12 finish, we all head back to our suite on the fourth floor.