✨The Hunger Games: The Capitol Games✨

Meeting Finnick.

Ear splintering cheers, over the top expressions, very fake faints...
Is what I was expecting when I arrived at the Capitol.
Blank expressions and crossed arms. That's what I arrived to.
"Nothing will go unnoticed from now on," I can almost hear President Snows voice distinctively whispering in my ear. I flinch at this but realize that he's not actually beside me. But close, he seems to always be close. And finding ways to kill me, the "rebel." That must be it. They are too scared to be associated with me, although they all know President Snow would never torture them (they are from the Capitol) and yet they are scared. Because that's how they were raised. Be scared, go with what other people are doing and don't try anything new. Don't stick up for what's right. I feel nothing though, I'm not infuriated by this and want o go start crying a river over these people. They are not my friends, they are my enemies. Mainly because they are like President Snows minions. I can just picture him up in his huge mansion laughing at all this. This is what he wants? For everyone to be scared of me? Great, let the games begin.

We get to the training centre and are told to take a seat anywhere we like. Only this time we are not in the actual training area that the tributes train in, we are above them, in the GameMakers area where we test and score them. The youngest person to ever win the games will be the head GameMaker. I look around the small room and see him, Finnick Odair. He may be the youngest to win the games, but probably the most adored as well. Because of his good looks, everyone in the Capitol practically fainted when they saw him walk off the train. I personally don't see it and I'm not too sure about how I feel about him. I don't like him but I don't hate him. I think I should at least give him a chance before I make up my mind.

Since the GameMakers always have a feast while they judge the scores of the tributes, we are given a huge dinner and also dessert since "The Capitol Games" tributes take so long each it's almost hard not to fall asleep. They don't have any survival skills at all and I'm not very surprised. They've never had to worry about that sort of stuff, unlike us, everyone sitting around me right now are all murderers and at the same time they are not. They are all people with amazing survival skills. They are people who did whatever it takes to save their lives and I did the same. We are just finishing up with the last person when Finnick comes up to me and starts talking like we are friends who haven't seen each other in a century or something.
"Want a sugar cube?" He asks , holding a small sugar cube in between his thumb and index finger paired with a broad grin. It makes me so mad, he thinks he's so amazing when he really is just like the rest of the victors.
"Um, no. Thanks for the offer though." I tell him through my gritted teeth.
"Alright, there really good though," he says then leans over so close I can feel his lips almost touching my ear but not quite. "Don't tell anyone but I kinda stole some from the kitchen." He whispers to me.
I laugh and his face seems to lighten up.
"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." I say, grinning.
"Great! Now, how about you, Girl on fire?" He ask in a deep voice.
"What?" I'm confused, dose he want me to tell him a secret of mine? No way. I don't really tell people I just met all my secrets.
"Oh, come on! Don't you have any secrets of your own? Anything no one knows about?" He asks but shortly after turns around to face a girl with red hair and a huge skewer of food in her hand.
"Come on, Finnick. Let's go over there, we're all playing "who can tell the worst story from there games" Peeta's winning so far, come on!" She shouts.
"Coming! Just give me a second," Finnick calls over to her then faces me again. "I gotta run but be prepared to tell me next time I see you."
"Wouldn't count on it." I roll my eyes, still smiling.

I look over at all of them, Peeta obviously in the middle of it all. He's amazing with people. He's great at making friends and I'm... not. I don't do very well opening up to the next person I see and so I know if I go over there I'll just sit there awkwardly not talking so I find a seat far away from them. I bet they put so many seats here this years because there is so many GameMakers. If we were all standing it would be a bit crowned so I guess they were just thinking about us. I'm in mid thought when I feel a sharp tap on my shoulder and the rooms falls instantly silent. Oh, no. The smell of roses is overpowering the food and I think I'm going to be sick.