'I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish i'd never been born at all' -Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen
He's the Capitol's Golden boy, she's the famous child of a Victor...
-Finnick Odair X female oc
-pre Hunger Games -> Mockingjay part 2
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Flash! The moment Lyra Holland stepped out of the fancy sleek black car, she was met by people with flashing cameras that were begging for the pair to look in their direction but their escort hurried them towards the train.
She made them stand there for a second so they could get their pictures taken for the public, Lyra plastered a confident smirk on her face as her district partner glares. She wouldn't show fear. Not to the Capitol. Not to Snow.
When they were ushered backwards, allowing the doors of the train to seal shut, both tributes take a collective breath.
Though Havana wasted no time to begin talking again, "your mentors this year will be Mags Flanagan and Finnick Odair. Don't worry, you're in great hands. Let's go through and meet them, yes?"
The pair were given no choice as they were pushed into a room on the luxurious train which had a kitchen area and a bar as well as a table. Sat at the table was Finnick and Mags who stood upon hearing the deafening voice of Havana.
Lyra often feels bad for the older woman who has been mentoring tributes for decades, it's not fair. The only other female victor from District 4 had killed herself a few years after her games, it's not uncommon for Victors whose loved ones have been killed by Snow to give up.
Mags immediately looked at the redhead with sadness and hugged her. She did something that she does not do very often, she spoke. Her voice was a very quiet whisper and heavily accented but Lyra understood, "i'm so sorry." The teenager shook her head with a smile as if telling the woman that's it's okay and isn't her fault.
"This is Mags, she speaks through sign language and is a little hard of hearing, I'll be translating things to you," Finnick tells the boy stood beside Lyra. "And I'm Finnick if you didn't know."
Lyra scoffs with a smirk as she took a seat beside Dylan, "I think everyone in Panem knows who the Capitol Peacock is."
As she sits down, Mags places a comforting hand over Lyra's.
"Peacock? I'll have you know it's Capitol Golden Boy," he smirks back into the banter.
"Oh, forgive me your highness, I'm very apologetic," she smirks with a bow of her head in mock respect, rubbing Mags' hand with her thumb.
"As you should be," Finnick answers. "Now, let's get into the serious stuff for when we get to the Capitol. You're gonna need sponsors, that means you'll need to be liked." Everyone knew Lyra wouldn't have a problem in that area.
"Upon arrival, you will meet your prep team then your stylist. Try not to complain, trust me, it'll make the process much easier if you comply. I'm talking to you Lyra," Finnick sends the girl an amused look with a hint of seriousness too.
"I'm offended, Finnick, truly. I'll have you know I'm a delight to work with," Lyra mocks hurt as she holds a hand over her heart.
Finnick just rolls his eyes before carrying on. "Later down the line, you'll have to eventually decide what you're doing about allies," he translates what Mags signed to him. "Each other? Career pack? Alone? Another District? Your choice."
