Part of this chapter posted on accident and I wasn't aware but I have unpublished it and completed the chapter.
My posting schedule is also quite inconsistent because I have extracurriculars that take up the majority of my free time so if I don't post for a few days it's probably because I'm busy and will post soon. I promise I won't leave you hanging for too long.
"just put the dress on and do what I tell you to!" Larina shouted at me for the third time.
I had no problem with doing what she told me to but I decided not to just to spite her and make her angry. I was having a laugh and so was Finnick though he was trying very hard to hold in.
"You know y/n you should be honored she's even taking the time to help you before the interview." Finnick said playing both sides just to humor larina for a moment.
"I'll feel honored when she leaves me alone when I ask her to." I replied.
"She's trying to help." He said.
"It doesn't look like she's done anything." I argued.
"Would you two stop talking like I'm not here!" Larina shrieked at us.
"I'm hungry." I said and Finnick agreed. We walked out ignoring larina and her tantrum as we went to the kitchen to get something.
After we ate I went down to the prep room to get ready for the interviews. I normally wouldn't go down so early but the prep team had some prepaid hair treatments for my hair that they couldn't pass up just for the hunger games. I had arranged for my prep team to dye my hair green and blue as well as lighten my hair to a platinum blonde color and put in extensions so it would take a really long time.
They started with washing my hair and bleaching it then added the extensions. That alone took over three hours and my neck was aching from constant pulling and yanking from the careless hair stylists.
When they finally finished my hair everyone else had begun arriving in the prep rooms as well. I wasn't surprised when they showed me a mirror and I appeared with my hair done up in a crown braid with the colorful green and blue strands showing through it.
I was shown my outfit next and it was more casual than they usually were. It was a sage colored sweater and white linen pants. I examined it to find how they could possibly make this outfit scandalous but it was impossible.
As I was dressing the door opened and cinna walked in. Katniss' stylist.
"I know you want to know why I tampered with your styling and it's because we need to leave a mark. Katniss is wearing a wedding dress and you are wearing something modest. It's going to catch people's eyes." Cinna explained.
"Great. I appreciate you letting me go in public wearing real clothes." I replied.
"Of course. I like your hair by the way. It's eye catching. Good luck." He said walking out as fast as he entered.
"Thanks." I said but he didn't hear me over the sound of the door close.
The time for interviews had arrived.
Cashmere and gloss walked out together. The capitols favorite siblings winning back to back games. Some of panem's finest victors. They were acting like babies.
Brutus and enobaria. They went out one at a time and did their interviews casually as did Wiress and Beetee.
"And now for one of our favorites Y/n l/n!" Ceaser announced to the audience and I went def with the loud chants of my name.
"So y/n do tell us what you have been up to since you no longer model." He said as I arrived next to him chosing to remain standing.
"I like to spend my time helping in any way I can weather it be in my district or in the capitol. When I'm not doing that however is when I like to spend time with finnick." That's right. Im winning the crowd with my relationship.
"Oh, how lovely, and I heard you and Mister Odair moved in together." He continued.
"Yes, with all the trauma and nightmares it was easier if we were right next to each other rather than buildings away." I replied.
"Well you two are quite perfect for each other."
I just nodded. The timer went off after a moment. I walked to the stairs on either side of the stage and stood next to Beetee. Finnick was out next and he spent his entire interview talking about our relationship continuing our Spiel about each other.
What we were really waiting for was what Katniss and peeta had up their sleeves and they certainly delivered.
Katniss walked out in a beautiful wedding dress and I just knew by the look on cinna's face in the audience that fire was involved. I was right.
Katniss spun a few times and the white dress erupted in flames revealing a grey dress with wings resembling a Mockingjay. This was her sign of revolution.
Peeta on the other hand made an odd but understandable decision with his words. Katniss wasn't pregnant. She wouldn't look like she was trying to hide her surprise if she was. The capitol was convinced but I'm not sure any of the tributes believed him.
Finnick took my hand and began signing into my hand. No one could see what he was doing so we could stealthily communicate.
"Do you think she's actually pregnant?" He signed.
"No." I signed back.
"It's a capitol stunt." He signed.
"They're good at those aren't they?" I signed.
Finnick didn't reply but he slid his hand into mine fully so we were now holding hands. Everyone was holding hands. Beetee held his hand out for me and I took it as everyone raised their intertwined hands in the air. It was an act no one saw coming. The capitol had no control of us at that moment and because of it they shut the lights out and rushed us out of the theater.
We were all pushed into elevators and sent up to our apartments immediately. Finnick and I got stuck in a lift with district one and two and while they were friendly they distanced themselves from us. Maybe they didn't want to catch our disease of love.
When we got back to the apartment we changed out of the interview clothes and into more comfortable attire. We climbed into bed and turned the television on to watch the interviews again. It had hit us by now that we were going back into the games but it certainly hadn't hit us that we had less than twenty four hours till we would be trapped in our own demise. But now that I thought about it how would snow possibly get me out alive if he didn't know we were planning an escape.
Was it a coincidence or did he know something?
