oh, how she wishes
she could just be
who she once was
again...
PRE HUNGER GAMES - MOCKINGJAY
FEMALE OC X MALE OC
Cover made by the amazing @fireandbloods
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current day (just a small note; Bridger's name has been changed to Henry)
Arella had hugged both Finch and Argo so tightly before they left, promising them that she would do everything she can to help them get out of that Arena alive. There had been tears, ones that she couldn't ignore but she also didn't wish to draw too much attention to them either. She merely wiped them away and wished them luck, standing on her lonesome as she watched them get loaded onto the aircraft.
Now she's in the room that all the mentors return to, a room where all of them sit in front of monitors and watch their tributes fight it out. As usual, Arella sits alone because Jack couldn't be bothered to actually show his face, her only emotional support is going to be Finnick Odair who usually sits on her right.
Both the monitors are currently lit up, showing the footage of Caesar Flicker as he goes over the tributes one final time before the Games start. It's a terrible reminder that twenty three of these kids will be gone within a few weeks and they'll likely never be mentioned on television again after the initial interview of the victor and the victory tour. Their families will mourn for the rest of their lives whilst the Capitol will continue on as if they had nothing to do with it.
"You doing okay?" Finnick asks as he slides into the seat at her side, the older man dressed rather fancy for somebody who only has to sit in a chair for the day.
"As well as I can be," Arella replies quietly, tucking a piece of stray hair behind her ear. She hadn't gone out of her way to dress up at all, a comfortable sweater and a pair of leggings. Her hair is up in a messy ponytail, bags underneath her eyes due to the lack of sleep last night.
Caesar moves onto Finch and Argo, a few images of herself appearing alongside the two of them, the man talking about their scores and interviews. Their odds aren't the greatest according to the Capitol residents, Argo with a higher chance due to his physical size. Arella truly believes that Finch has quite a chance herself, incredibly brainy and quite good at being sneaky.
"Hey, remember what we talked about last year? Anything that happens to those kids in there is not your fault," Finnick speaks, Arella looking over at him with watery eyes.
He reaches over and grabs her hand in comfort, gently squeezing it a few times before letting go. Whilst his words might be true to some extent, Arella also knows that some of the responsibility falls upon her shoulders. Getting them sponsors and gifts, that's important but there's also the advice she'd given them before hand. To steer clear of the Cornucopia as best they can, advice that is often ignored because these poor kids simply shift into survival mode and try to grab every possible thing they can — she had been the same in her own Games.
The other mentors begin to file in slowly, taking their designated seats and switching their own monitors on. She knows what this means, that the Games are mere moments away now, the ever haunting sight about to take over once again. She doesn't want to watch but she has to, for Finch and Argo, so that the two of them have the best chance of survival in the end.
