circus | finnick odair

interview part one

Pennia's POV

I let out a loud sigh when I heard Glowdusk's voice at my door. Today was interview day and I was utterly and completely terrified.

Throw knives that fly through the air? I can do it, no problem. Punch someone in the throat? Piece of cake. Speak in front of the entire nation? Not my strongest suit.

Scratch that, it's my weakest suit.

I slid out of bed, dragging myself over to the door.

"Oh good, you're up!" Glowdusk said, hooking arms with me. "I know you're scared, Prim told me, so I'm all yours, all day long!"

I let out a loud groan as I walked into the dining area. "Prim! What the hell!"

Prim jumped, dropping her spoon. "I'm sorry!"

I glared at Prim, flopping in the seat next to her, taking the muffin from my young friend's plate.

"Nervous Penn?" Issac says, an amused smirk creeping onto his face.

"Bite me," I snaps, throwing my half eaten muffin at him.

"Children, calm down." Pumbee scolded, turning to Issac. "Stop being an ass, not everyone is as good at public speaking as you."

I laughed, sticking my tongue out at Issac.

"And Pennia, not everyone is as good at combat at you." Glowdusk said, slapping the back of my head gently.

I scowled, letting out a huff. "He started it!"

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

Prim rolled her eyes, looking at Chase, who also had an amused look on his face.

"Both are older than us yet they're still children." I hear Prim say, causing me to look at her.

"You better me thankful for me, young lady!" I say, pointing my finger at her.

Prim laughed, pushing my finger away from her. Behind me, I hear a sniffle.

Turning around I see Pumbee looking at the ground, dabbing beneath her eyes with her handkerchief.

Chase quickly stands, moving to his escort's side. "Bee, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing," Pumbee said, smiling sadly at the four of us. "I'll miss you all so much."

I felt the light mood turn into dark tension. Everything went quiet but that silence was soon interrupted by the door bursting open.

Everyone, but myself, jumped, turning to the door to find our stylists.

"Chop chop, time to make you all beautiful!"

~

Third Person POV

Penn glared at her hair stylist, February, through the mirror.

"You know, I'd like to keep my hair." She snapped at February, her nerves beginning to get the best of her.

February rolled her eyes, turning Penn around and handing her a mirror. "Look at my masterpiece."

Penn's mouth dropped, her hair was loosely curled and braided back. It was simple, but elegant. Her make up was also simple, thick winged eyeliner and a natural eyeshadow.

"Holy shit," Penn mumbled, touching her face. "I look good."

"All my tributes do, love." February smiled, taking the mirror out of Penn's hand and helping her up. "Time for your dress!"