Roots of Destruction 𓅫 Finnick Odair X OC

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A half asleep, particularly tired Briar lets out a long groan as her sister barges into her bedroom and switches the lights on, "wakey wakey, Little Bird," she speaks loudly. Briar continues her groan and pulls the duvet up and over head. It's officially interview day, and the younger Mason twin cannot think of anything worse than being on live television in front of the entirety of Panem without getting a lie in. "We've got a long day ahead of us!"

"I'm asleep," the younger twin whines are slightly muffled as they sound from beneath the blanket.

"No you're not," as she finishes speaking, Johanna grips the bottom end of the duvet and tears it off of Briar, causing her to groan more and sit up. "Great, now you're up you need to come have breakfast so we can start interview prep."

"I don't want to. I want to sleep."

"Tough luck. Get changed and be out at the table in five or I'll bring a cup of cold water in to throw at you."

"Fiiinneeee..." Briar sighs as she stands up, making her way to her bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.

After a quick shower, Briar changes into a plain grey summer dress then slides her slippers on and walks out to the living quarters. "I'm up," the words are no more than grumbles as she sits with Oakley, their mentors, and prep teams at the table. "What's the plan for the day then?"

"You and Oakley are both going to have some final coaching with Johanna and Blight on how to answer any questions that could come up. You– Briar– are also going to have a bit more time with me to correct that horrifying posture you develop when you have heels on," Fauna informs the girl as she pours her a glass of orange juice.

"Oh, could I have some tea please?" The female tribute smiles up at one of the avoxes who nods in response and makes their way to the kitchen. "Fauna, can I start with you then, please? At least then I'll have a break from the heels before the actual interviews."

"That's a good plan; if your feet hurt too much it'll impact your posture on stage and our work will have been pointless," the escort nods. As she speaks, the only thought running through Briar's mind is how anyone can possibly be that chirpy and upbeat at this time of day.

The rest of breakfast goes by fairly smoothly, most of the talking consists of small talk or the prep team reminding Briar how amazing her score was. Although she does appreciate the praise, and is proud of herself for performing so well for the gamemakers, Briar has already grown bored of the constant flow of compliments from the group of Capitol workers, and would rather focus on anything that doesn't involve the games.

"Right, Briar, if you can wait for me in the living room, I'll go grab your heels and we can start practising," Fauna smiles at the girl before scurrying off. The prep crews follow the escort out so they can begin getting everything ready for later in the day.

"And Johanna and I will take Oakley to his room to start coaching," Blight adds as he and Johanna stand up. Oakley quickly follows suit, and the trio make their way down the hall, leaving Briar alone. The brunette leans against the arm of the couch, letting a small sigh out through her nose. The day ahead of her is one she knows will be long and gruelling, and she just isn't prepared for how exhausted it is going to leave her physically, emotionally, and mentally.

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"And– you're done," Lysa beams as the prep team finishes applying her last touches of make up. The lady steps back to admire her work, her eyes raking over Briar's face before moving to look at her hair. The girl's hair has been styled into waves by her prep team, the front pieces tucked behind her ears to keep her full face on display and accentuate her features. The District 7 stylist lifts a small, golden handheld mirror to Briar's face, allowing the girl to look at her reflection. She looks beautiful. It's hard for Briar to wrap her head around the fact that make-up and hair products can make someone look so different, but still just like themselves at the same time.