Peace- Finnick Odair

Training

Zia woke with the sun shining on her face. She tried to move but there was an arm around her waist. Last night after her and Finnick had talked on the roof, he had slept in her room in an attempt to stop another nightmare. Secretly, they both just wanted a little normalcy, and each others company. Zia was too scared to admit it out loud, but for some time now she had begun to think of Finnick as something more than a friend. He had always been her best friend, her greatest annoyance, and her anchor in thier enormously messed up world. They had been in each others lives for longer than they had been apart, and Zia didnt want to risk loosing that. Though ever since Finnick came back from his games, something was different. Something between them had changed. She tried to move again but Finnick groaned and pulled her closer into his chest. 

"Dont leave." He said in the most attractive morning voice that Zia had ever heard in her life. She would have loved to spend the day in bed with him, more than anything actually, but today was the first day of training and she needed to get ready. 

"I have to go Finn, its training. today" She whispered softly, but the magic of the morning was gone. Finnick opened his eyes seemingly just remembering where they were. She offered him a small smile and ran her fingers through his messy blonde waves. Finnick leaned into her touch, then turned and kissed her hand. She smiled again and stood up to get ready for the tough day ahead.

Zia and Cass barely got to the training center on time. They had no idea where they were going and had gotten lost in the huge expanse of the tribute center. They burst throught the doors too see eveyones heads turn twards them. At least they made an enterance right? They joined the group as one of the training directors explained the rules of the training periods as well as the functions of each station. They broke off into groups, usually sticking to district partners, but some were brave enough to try and make allies. She wanted to try and learn more about some of the other tributes so she decided to start with tying knots. She didnt want to give the tributes any leverage over her too early on by showing them her best skills. She just wanted to get a better look at the competition. She made her way over to the table and started to make any knot she could think of. She looked around the room as she worked with her hands, she had tied these knoes so many times that she didnt need to look at what she was going anymore. The careers were already talking together in a corner by the knife throwing station. From district one there was Jenson and Opal, a tall muscular boy with dark curly hair and a lean girl with long auburn hair. There was something venemous about the girl, she reminded Zia of a snake, so remarkably beautiful that she could draw anyone in, but when they got close enough she wouldnt hesetate to go in for the kill.  From district two there was Buck and Hera, a large boy with a short buzzcut who looked like he could tear town a brick wall with his bare hands and a tall muscular girl with curly black hair who kept giving Zia dirty looks from across the room. She already knew that the carrers were going to be tough to beat this year so she tried to focus on some of the other tribues. None of them particularly stood out to her, they were all average at whatever skill they were trying to show off. There was one girl who was shooting a bow and arrow who was supprisingly good. She had dark hair pulled back into a loose pony tail. She was slim with almost sunken features but she had this fire, just beneith the surface that Zia couldnt really explain. She didint look like she was trying to show off her talents, she almost seemed to be in her own little world. There was something about her that just piqued Zias interesnt. She knew it wasnt smart but she went over to talk to the girl. 

"Your pretty good." She commented as she leaned against the wall watching the girl finish off her last arrow. The girl barely turned, as if she knew Zia had been there, watching her the whole time. 

"Thanks." 

"Not very talkative I see." Zia tried to pry. 

"Only when I find the conversation stimulating."