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Katherine McNamara as Chloe SUGAR (2022) dir. Vic Sarin
THOUGH HONORE HAD BEEN IN THE CAPITOL FOR FIVE YEARS NOW, HE STILL LONGED FOR THE COMFORT AT HOME. He grew tired of the vapid and hollow ways of the Capitol and wanted nothing more than to return to his old bunk and tuck himself away within District 13's underground walls. But he knew his role as a soldier came first--- that luxuries such as childhood memories were only reserved for the victors, not those entrenched in battle. Sadly, he wasn't sure if he'd make it to the victory line.
MIRAY ASLAN was another reminder of his home, but she didn't bring about the same feelings as his old bed. There were mixed emotions involved--- anger, love, grief at what might've been and what they are now. He looked at her and saw his younger self, the one who hadn't set foot in the Capitol and embarked on his mother's quest.
He listened to her speak, his guard relaxing slightly at the knowledge that Plutarch wasn't around. He didn't trust any of the Capitolites, even the ones who claimed to align with his mother's mission, so it was nice to be free of them for one second. "I wasn't looking for him. I'm sure he has better things to do than talk to a programmer." He nodded at her words, shifting over so that he was alongside her as they walked. "I assume work has been productive?" Whether he was talking about the assistant work or the rebel work was up to interpretation.
The second she laid her eyes on him she already knew that he wasn't there to see Plutarch, still it was best to ask just in case there were any prying ears around. She never wanted to associate herself too heavily with anybody who wasn't capitol born and bred, especially him. "Work is always productive, it certainly has a way of keeping me busy. I'm very good at my job though so, it's nothing I can't handle of course." She replied, knowing that it was true for either of her professions.
Somehow during her time in the captiol she had been focusing slightly too hard on her cover job and less on being an active member of the rebellion. Miray could give a thousand excuses for why exactly that was the case but she knew the truth and unfortunately Honore knew her well enough to be able to see straight through her. In actuality she had grown to enjoy certain perks of life in the Captiol. She enjoyed life being less regimented, having fresh air on a daily bases, getting to see sunlight, freedom, good food, luxuries... the list was endless. She felt like a horrendous person for enjoying all of it but after a life underground in 13 she couldn't help herself.
"And how about you? Have you been keeping busy?"
⁀ * STARTER open to finnick odair [ @silknshadows ] ⋆ LOCATION lethia’s place .
‘ ✧ seeing finnick return to the capitol had nested mixed feelings in the hollow space between lethia’s ribs . delight spread through her first , because his presence always soothed something inside her that very few things or people did . but there was also terror , right after , when she remembered he wasn’t here only visiting , that he was here because he had been ripped . the capitol’s cruelty made her insides churn , something bitter rise to her throat as her knees flexed to her chest on the couch she now shared with the most lovely man she had ever known . " how are you feeling ? " the question was a whisper hidden behind the rim of a glass filled with expensive scotch . " it’s—i know it’s a stupid question but . . . i just—i need to hear it . "
Finnick spent an unfortunately large amount of time in the Capitol. It wasn’t by choice of course, at least not most of the time. He had found ways over the years to survive and even enjoy his time in the Capitol but often all he wanted was to be back at home in 4 with Annie. “How am I feeling? Amazing, outstanding, stupendous.” Finnick laughed with a smirk. It was one of those questions that he just had no idea how to answer, and no desire to think about be instead he responded with sarcasm and sass. “I’m angry as hell that I’m about to go back in there.”
Gloss let out a tired exhale that bordered on a laugh, but didn’t quite make it there. “Yeah,” he said, glancing sideways at Finnick, “they eat this kind of thing up, don’t they? Old victors made shiny again and dragged back in like it’s some reunion special, and most of the Capitol’s placing bets on which one of us breaks first.”
He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, arms still crossed tight over his chest, jaw ticking as he thought about it all. “I didn’t have anyone I gave a damn about the first time around. It made things simple. Cold, yeah, but simple. Now? I’ve got people I actually like, people I’d rather not see carved up on a highlight reel, and that makes this whole thing ten times harder than it already was.”
He paused, not really waiting for Finnick to respond, just letting the silence settle for a moment before continuing.
“I don’t want to be the person I had to be back then. That version of me got out alive, but he didn’t make it out clean. And I don’t know if I’ve got it in me to go full monster again, not with people watching who’d actually notice the difference.”
Then, finally, he looked Finnick straight on. “But I’m not asking for sympathy. If I start hesitating, if I look like I’m about to crack, I need someone to snap me out of it. Doesn’t have to be pretty. Just don’t let me get soft.”
He gave the smallest shrug, like he wasn’t quite sure if he believed himself, but was willing to try anyway. He didn't want Cash to have to do it. He didn't want her to be the one with his blood on her hands, because even Snow knew he wouldn't choose his own life over hers. “And if this really is the last time for one of us… might as well make it count. Give them something they can’t turn into a fucking Capitol bedtime story.”
A reunion special, that was the person way to describe what was happening. There had never even been a quarter quell that had garnered this much hype and anticipation from the Capitol citizens. Now all of theirs favourites were heading back into the arena and being thrust back onto their television screens for their amusement. It was probably some people’s most exciting life event, just getting to witness such a show. He could already feel the exhilaration all around.
“It sucks yeah.” Finnick half laughs. He didn’t want to like anybody inside that arena, he didn’t want to have too much loyalty that he would eventually have to betray but he knew that was how things would be this time around. Alliances would be broken, friends forced to witness each other’s demise or even be the direct cause. It was sick and twisted: as was everything about the games.
“I’ll do what I can.” He promised, which very well might be nothing. The two could go their separate ways and end up never seeing each other in the arena unless it’s as a face in the sky.

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Sparky was trying his best to learn the plants in front of him. Focusing on the non-poisonous ones was his strategy. That way when he was in the arena, he would solely know what to eat. If he didn't recognize it, he'd consider it poisonous. Though, he heard the person next to him speaking. It was Finnick.
He was slightly surprised that Finnick was questioning him, though he just cleared his throat and stared at the plant in his hands. "Um.. I think it's poison hemlock." He started before looking from the plant to Finnick. "Definitely poisonous but I'm not sure how long it would take.. Maybe an hour or so?" Was the timeframe really an important thing to know? If you eat it, you have a death sentence, that's all Sparky needed to know.
"They tend not to have anything too fast acting out on the training room floor, when we die they want it to be in front of the cameras. No way they'd risk killing us off before show time." Finnick shrugged popping a different berry into his mouth. He was already fairly certain it was edible but he knew if it wasn't he'd have people on him in seconds to stop him and since that didn't happen, he figured it was.
"Hmm juicy." He muttered as he ate the berry, he popped another few in his mouth and then offered some out to sparky. "Want some they're good? I know they're technically for training purposes but the captiol can always get some more in. This might be the last we have to taste them."
BEING IN THE TRAINING CENTER MADE ANNIE FEEL LIKE SHE WAS BACK IN HER GAMES. She didn't really mentor tributes after her victory, so this was the first time in years she was surrounded by the weapons that traumatized her so long ago. She understood why they never asked her to mentor tributes after her game--- the knowledge of how the public perceived her was well ingrained into her mind. The Capitol couldn't trust some of the fan favorites with a girl who was never meant to survive her games, but with the other victors heading back into the arena, they had no choice but to force the title onto Annie.
The training center made her anxiety swell, but being in Finnick's arms helped calm her nerves and make her momentarily forget about her haunted memories. She listened to him speak and smiled, grateful that she still had time with him before he disappeared to the games. Annie had been struggling with accepting the reality that her tether could be gone--- afraid that she might slip into her trauma and never recover without his guiding hand.
But the fears were dampened at the moment, and she let herself focus on his question. A small smile tugged on her lips at the title before she commented, "Mentor... I don't think I've been called that before." She wasn't confident in her skills, especially knowing she survived out of pure luck, but she'd tuck the insecurities behind her teeth for the time being. "Hm..." She hummed, trying to think of the advice she received when she was a tribute. "Don't be too cocky. You shouldn't make enemies before the games begin." Although Annie knew that everyone had preconceived notions about everyone already. "And.... don't get hurt. I can't handle that."
Finnick played tenderly with Annie's hair, more to soothe himself than her but he hoped it provided comfort for both of them. These days there was almost always something in his hands to calm his anxious mind; a rope, a trident, a staff, even a pen. He'd either be twirling some item around his fingers or repetitively tying and untying notes. Anything that focused his brain and his body on something.
"When have you ever known me to be cocky?" He questioned knowing that the smirk on his face wasn't helping his case in the slightest. If there was one thing Finnick had always been confident in it was himself and his abilities. He could fight, he could survive and he knew it, he hadn't become the youngest ever victor by coincidence. As for enemies he knew he was more than likely going to have the opposite problem, too many people back in the arena that he considered a friend. There were people he'd find it incredibly difficult to kill or watch die even if he knew it had to be done. Because he would be going home to Annie, no matter what the cost. If he had things his way multiple of them would be making it out of the arena but he wouldn't dare say that out loud; not here, not now. "I'll be careful. You know I can handle myself, I have no intention of doing anything stupid before I even get in here."
“I remember walking onstage in the first performance, and something hit me like a brick wall, and I just knew at that moment that this is something I had to do for the rest of my life, and I’ve never looked back.”
closed starter | @burntgcds
When she hears the footsteps approaching Miray is where is spends 50% of her time during preparation for the games, in the control room. Although she isn't a gamemaker herself she spends enough time around them to be able to ddo the job herself. She turns to see a very familiar face in front of her, one that brought with it a mixture of emotions from the woman. Every time she saw him she couldn't help but feel slightly panicked, he was that reminder of home that she so often tried to repress and forget about. "Plutarch isn't actually here right now, he wont be back until the morning. Unless... are you looking for me? I was just leaving too... you can walk with me if you'd like?" She offered, already putting her bag on her shoulder and preparing to go home. If he wanted to speak to her about anything important this wouldn't be the place for it anyway, too many opportunities to be overheard.

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closed starter | @likeallfires (peeta)
Finnick sits in the middle of the room effortlessly twirling a trident in his hand as if it were an extension of his own body. It dances through the air with a practiced grace and elegance. No matter how much time had passed since his games, Finnick Odair would never lose his skills with a trident, it would always be like a part of him. The deadly ability to wield the weapon to perfection would be a part of him until his dying day, of that he was sure. His eyes survey the crowd and land upon none other than Peeta Melark, one half of the captiol's favourite couple. "Which station are you heading to?"
closed starter | @sparkyxgalvan
Finnick had been standing at the plants station, learning all about what to eat and what not to eat while in the area. It was something he hadn't worried about much when he was a kid, far too cocky to believe he'd go without food for any amount of time. The last thing on his mind then was being taught which plants would lead to his demise. He turns his attention to the closest person to him and he holds up a demonstration of some kind of plant. "What would you say this is? Safe to eat or not safe to eat? And if it's not safe to eat how long to do think before your slow and painful death?" He asked, turning the leaf in his hand casually.
closed starter | @burntgcds
Being back in the training centre as a tribute once again rather than a mentor was jarring. It made Finnick sick to know that his name was likely reaped for a reason and he was about to go back into the arena once again. Of course, you would never have been able to tell he felt anything other than confidence if you saw him. He held his head high at all times, the cheeky, cocky persona from his teens firmly back in place once again. The only time he ever let it slip was when he was alone with Annie, the love of his life and the woman who would hopefully mentor him to his second victory. Although it was terrible having Annie there for every moment it was also nice, to know she'd be with him right until the games started, to know they'd be able to sneak away for moments alone.
He held her in his arms, never wanting to let her go. Soon there would be a time when he wouldn't be able to feel her arms around him so he intended to make the most of it before it was too late. "So, mentor-" He said cheekily trying to lighten the mood. "Any advice for training?"
closed starter | @tetheredgod
"And then she said to me that she was going to tell my grandfather that my hair wasn't shiny enough for me to be in front of the camera. Can you believe it?" She said laughing a little too loudly despite it not being all that funny and the bar being far too quiet. She blamed the several pink glittery drinks she'd just consumed, and the fact that she and Icarus were always terrible influences on each other when they drank together. Every time the dynamic duo came together it was always a matter of time before one of them was on the floor.
closed starter | @vilebodys
"Okay I need honestly here. The pink hair? Is it a yes or a no? Better or worse than the blonde?" She asked the nearest person, checking herself out in the mirror. It was such a vain and pointless thing to ask, she knew that. However, sometimes she just needed to not thinking about everything going on for a few minutes. Sometimes she wanted a break from the racing thoughts in her head, from all of the chaos of the games. It was nice to pretend to be just a normal, vapid capitolite sometimes even if she had long outgrown that version of her that only cared about how she looked and having fun.

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closed starter | @metaltourniquet
For the most part during the games there was to be absolutely no integration between tribunes and people who weren't either tributes themselves or on their teams. One of the perks of her last name was being about to go almost wherever she wanted when she wanted. Although she had no reason to be in the tribute centre, she walked into there anyway like she owned the place. The first person she happened to walk into caused a smirk to appear on her painted lips. "well well well look who it is. One of my favourite tributes in the flesh. Aren't I a lucky girl? How's the training going?"
closed starter | @likeallfires Valeria looked up in exasperation as footsteps made their way towards her. During games time the Capitol was always a buzz with excitement and although Valeria was usually good at dealing with everything that came with being a Snow it could some times be overwhelming, especially this year. This year when things were so much bigger, this year when everything was already so much more heightened with the president's birthday. She looked up to see Tobias walking towards her and sighed in relief, at least it wasn't somebody looking for her opinion on the tributes or wanting another interview. "If you see grandfather around anywhere don't tell me where I am. I need a minute to breathe away from everything. Plus these shoes are killing me I'm so close to throwing them at someone's head."