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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐋'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 was its affinity for omnipresent gloom. The sky was painted in miserable glory, dimness shallowing the area. The once bright and flourishing Capitol was now in mere shambles.
The first hidden pod they encountered was simply put, a whirlwind of fire and explosions triggered by one single arrow shot by Katniss. They caught it on camera, too, which Cressida was quite proud of.
Finnick was going to wrap an arm around her shoulder as they walked cautiously, and she quickly stumbled away in a hurry. "Careful."
"What now?" He asked, constantly left confused with the enigma that was his fiancée.
"There is a knife in my bun, do you want to get stabbed?" She rolled her eyes.
"Rather be killed by you than the Capitol," Finnick shrugged, taking more careful measures when placing an around around her waist which was also covered in lines of sharp knives.
Scarlet noticed how Finnick, Katniss and herself glanced around with squinted eyes, fists forming and other hand constantly in reach for their weapon, like a habit. The Victors may have been out of the arena but they started to treat the world as though it's a game, always at high alert.
Scarlet shuffled alongside Boggs who seemed a little tired of all her teasing little comments and constant witticism.
"Not now—" Boggs started, and Scarlet cut him off.
"That building there stands more secure than all the other repulsing crab-holes," Scarlet motioned, "we should settle here."
Boggs agreed, taking in the appearance of the building where only some glass shards were scattered, not in shambles like the the other repulsing crab-holes, as Scarlet put it. "Very well, Miss Cristela," he turned to address the Star Squad, "we're setting camp up here."
Squad 451 took shelter in the abandoned building, gathering their thoughts and recovering their nerved in the ruins of the Capitol.
"What do you think Haymitch and Chiara are doing at the moment?" The brunette girl asked, sitting on the ground and leaning against the cold wall. Her shoulder brushed with Finnick in a feather-like touch as he sat down next to her, a huff of air leaving his lips.
