𝙿𝙾𝚅:𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙰
The Training Center and its sleeping quarters are specially designed for the tributes and their team. This building will be our home until the Hunger Games begin. To get into the elevator, press the number of your district. It seems simple enough for anyone to remember.
"This is where you will be staying from now on." Aqua leaps out of the elevator excitedly. We walk out into a huge apartment.
Andrew and I looked around astonished. "This place is so nice. This is probably the size of our houses combined!" Andrew walks towards a leather white couch and slumps over.
Aqua smiles at him getting comfortable, "I see you found the living room. Your rooms are on the opposite sides of the apartment, you both also have your own bathrooms!"
Andrew and I looked at each other smiling, this place is insane. Do people in the capitol really live like this? Aqua continued, "Every night before the Games we will have a community dinner, so you both should get cleaned up for dinner."
We both nod and head back to our individual rooms. I get into the room I'd be staying in. The room is covered with marble walls and has huge windows looking over the city. In the middle of the room, there is a king-sized bed with two nightstands. The floor is also marble and there is a fur carpet under the bed. There is a crystal chandelier above the bed covered with jewels of different hues. The room has all types of technology inside. Buttons on the nightstand that I probably won't have enough time to press all of them.
I walk into the bathroom and there is a pair of silk pajamas on one of the many cabinets. I take off the dress I was in and hop into the shower. The shower has panels with hundreds of options of water temperatures, pressure, body wash, shampoos, conditioners, oils, perfumes, and different exfoliators.
The warm water reminds me of home. Why did I choose to leave? Everything was so perfect there. I was with my family and had a wonderful lifestyle. I didn't have to worry about making people like me or to entertain them. Will I be able to keep up with the other tributes? Will Andrew do well? Will we both be able to survive? Or would we both have to turn on each other?
I snap out of my thoughts as I hear a knock on the door. "Stop spending your sweet time, dinner is about to be served." I recognize that smooth but annoying voice. "Go away Finnick, I don't have to pay for a water bill here." I hear him laugh, "Oh well if you don't want to hurry up, don't expect any food to be left over." I turn off the water and wrap myself in a towel that is hanging on a heated rack. I slightly open the bathroom door to stare at him, "Look I'm out now. Are you happy?" He smiles, "Not completely, get dressed." I close the door and grab the pajamas. I quickly slip them on and then walk out of the bathroom. Dinner is less eating, but more planning for the game.
I walk out into the kitchen and I'm welcomed by the smell of fresh bread. I walk up some stairs to the dining table. I see other people already at the table. Aqua is sitting at the table, Peony Andrew's stylist is on her left with Andrew next to her, Maroon is on Aqua's right and there is an empty seat next to him. I walk to sit next to Maroon. The table is filled with a variety of food. There are two types of salad, which I think are Kale and spring greens. A type of lemon pasta sits next to it. There is fresh bread and different options of topping for it. In the middle are steaks stacked on top of each other.
I look over to see Finnick walking to sit in the seat at the end of the table. I smirk slightly, "I thought you wanted me to hurry up. However, you still end up being the last one to show up." He sits down in his seat and starts putting food on his plate, "I got carried away with taking samples from the kitchen." Aqua throws a napkin at Finnick, "Finnick! You need to stop that habit of yours! You need to be patient and wait like the rest of us." Finnick rolls his eyes and ignores her as he stuffs food in his mouth. I laugh at her outburst, "If you couldn't tell, patience isn't one of his strengths." Finnick stabs his food with his fork, "You have no say in that subject Dear. Your time management definitely needs some work" I start to get irritated, "Look, I'm sorry I wanted to enjoy myself for a little before I start training to kill people."
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