Genevieve watched the man in front of her curiously as he departed the carriage without a word of warning. Finnick Odair was tall, confident and self assured. It was almost infuriating to have somebody refuse to back down from her taunting or rise to the challenge, at least with Caspian she could release any wayward anger through their rather violent tendency of fighting out disagreements.
As she mused over ways to get the legendary victor to lose his temper and finally snap, he reamerged followed closely by an avox who was carrying an assortments of medicinal bottles and bandages on a silver platter.
"Have you come to patch me up, Odair?" She asked, lounging back in her chair and stretching out her blood stained palm towards him. The wound looked a bit grisly but she'd encountered so many superficial cuts while training that she knew it wasn't serious enough to warrant all of the treatments he'd procured for her.
He grunted in response and sat down on the closest available seat to her. Clasping her offered hand in his he set to work on silently cleaning the wound, dabbing away at it with unblinking steely eyes. Genevieve watched a little bemused as he ripped a piece of gauze off the roll and began to wrap it tightly around her hand. The silence was quickly disrupted by Caspian bursting back into the room followed by a rather pale looking Daffodil.
"It's terribly rude and just so uncivilised." Daffodil muttered, fanning herself with her hand. The earlier events had obviously unsettled her deeply.
"Somebody's in a bad mood." Caspian taunted as he caught sight of Genevieve's frown which had been caused by his rather abrupt entrance.
"Somebody needs to be quiet." Finnick snapped back, breaking the silence and Caspian had the decency to look just a little bit ashamed. "There will be no more fighting. From now on you two are a team so you better start acting like one. I don't need any injuries on either of you until you step foot into the arena." He cast a disapproving look over the both of them and Genevieve chewed on her bottom lip to stop another sarcastic remark escaping her mouth.
Caspian rolled his eyes and sat down at the ruined table, tearing succulent meat off the bone at such an alarming speed it alarmed Daffodil who had only just recovered from their earlier brawl. Genevieve did not have the appetite to scarf down any meat or a desire to save the fruit platter from where it lay disregarded on the floor so she quickly left the carriage to find her room. Once inside she tossed her clothes on the bed and found solace under the warm spray of her shower. It soaked all the remaining blood off of her body and yet the bandage stayed dry, seemingly unaffected by the water. She wondered if this was another advantage of the hunger games— access to the capital's far superior technology.
After using another gadget to effortlessly dry and style her hair she changed into a short black dress that had conveniently been placed on the bed, presumably by an avox.
Forgoing shoes she wandered back out into the corridor, her stocking covered feet sinking into the carpets as she padded from room to room. She re-emerged into the dining room which was thankfully empty save for her mentor who was sprawled out on an armchair watching the holoscreen in front of him. Caesar Flickerman's voice filled the room as the camera panned over district two's town square and Genevieve realised rather belatedly that he was watching the reapings of the day. Sitting down as quietly and as far away from him as she possibly could Genevieve watched with rapid interest as Caesar examined the tributes in further detail. Finnick glanced over at her briefly as though he was trying to gauge her motives, sensing nothing out of the ordinary he turned his head away from her as the program moved on to district three.
They sat in comfortable silence for the next few minutes. Staring with rapt attention at what would soon become her competition. The people she would need to kill and dispose of, to secure her own life. As the camera panned over district four she could almost feel her heartbeat quicken, her breath seemed to catch in her throat as Annie's name was read out but she pushed the nerves back down, unfeeling, Genevieve was not weak and she refused to let her emotions sway her chance of survival. When the camera panned over to her she was pleased to note that she looked angelic and somehow still dangerous. Caesar sang her praises quite loudly gushing over how beautiful she was and how determined she looked. He was even more intrigued by the silent stand off between her and her district partner which couldn't hurt. The capital loved drama and if they thought she and Caspian might kill each other before the games even started she would surely get more airtime than anyone else.
Her ice cold facade had worked wonderfully and as Caesar moved on to the district five tributes she allowed herself to finally relax, shaking the tension out from her shoulders and splaying herself out onto the pillows behind her. Her hair cascaded around her head in waves finally free of its ribbon induced confinement and Genevieve sighed, contented at the feeling of peace that enveloped her.
In a couple of hours the train would pull up to the capital and she would have to continue to play her part but for now she had time to rest and contemplate the days events in the silence of the train carriage with only Finnick Odair for company.
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𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 | Finnick Odair
Fanfiction'I don't like that falling feels like flying 'till the bone crush' As the reigning victor of the 65th Hunger Games, Finnick Odair is no stranger to adoration and attention. But when he finds himself inexplicably drawn to Genevieve Coppergrove, distr...
