𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 ° finnick odair ¹

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Tᴊᴇ Cᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟ

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Nothing really fascinating happened for the rest of the train ride to the city; Adrienne talked a briefly to the others before retreating to her room to get some well deserved rest. But as she started to feel the train slow down, she sat up and watched as the outside world opened up.

Making her way to the window, she saw the buildings rising high across the large body of water. The tops of the towers glistening in the sun, looking as if they would touch the clouds. It was beautiful.

A voice called to her from the main room, snapping her out of her thoughts and leading her out into the living room once more. The group from District Four were gathered around on the sofas, with the exception of Vern, who was staring curiously out the window at the city beyond the water.

"You called?" The blonde questioned, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against the wall beside her.

The purple haired woman was the first to notice her presence, giving her a toothy smile. "Yes, dear," She said, standing up. "We're here."

As if her words triggered it, the brightness of the outside world vanished and became a wall of cement that rushed by. They had entered a tunnel of sorts, it seemed. But by the time Adrienne had crossed the room to look, it opened up and flashes of color hit her from every direction.

The hollers of excitement and glee could be heard from the Capital citizens even through the glass. The waved flags and handkerchiefs of bold, bright colors as they welcomed the tributes to their city.

"Now for my least favorite part," Finnick spoke up, his voice coming from right beside the girl.

Turning her head, she saw him standing with a slightly somber look on his face as he looked at the crowd outside. As if feeling her stare, he turned his head.

"Keep your head up," He advised. "Smile, and don't react to the hands. Got it?"

The Sallow girl merely nodded. With that, the mentor and his two tributes made their way to the exit. The door slid open and the screams got louder, almost becoming ear splitting as the group stepped onto the platform and into the sea of people.

The people parted for them, only to close up again the second they passed by. Adrienne kept close behind her mentor, watching in envy as he swiftly dodged hands that wandered too close for comfort. That wasn't the case for the victors, as the citizens poked and prodded them as they passed.

She thought that Finnick would be soaking up the attention, letting the women's hands roam on him as he walked, but he didn't. If anything, he seemed to be avoiding them as well as he could.

The story had always been that he was a player, bouncing around from girl to girl whenever he visited the Capital, but maybe that wasn't the case. His 'heartbreaker image'...maybe that's all it was. An image.

Maybe the mysterious Finnick Odair was simply just misunderstood.

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