𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳 ° finnick odair ¹

6

The chariot to District Four followed closely behind District Three. As soon as the two tributes were in the open, the crowd went nuts.

The cool water that flowed down from the netting on Adrienne's body felt cool on her skin, a similar effect happening to Vern. She wasn't quite sure how Serin managed to do what he did, but she didn't question it as the crowd seemed to love whatever it was.

Both tributes smile their once again fake smiles at the crowd as they waved, their other hand tightly holding onto the chariot. Everyone seemed to be gushing over the outfits and affects of District Four, most likely awing over the waterfalls.

The chariots reached the end of the Avenue of the Tributes before circling around, riding past the tall podium. Even from where she was one the ground, the girl could see the white hair of President Snow from where he was perched at the top, watching over the twenty four children he was practically sentencing to death in four days time.

The girl swore that, as she and her partner rode past him, Adrienne could see a small smile form on the old man's lips, amused by the little show District Four was putting on this year. The girl just shrugged it off as the chariots made their way back into the parking garage like area, where they were able to step back onto solid ground.

Finnick rushed towards them as they got off, a wide and proud smile on his face as he clapped lowly. Serin and Cinna followed close behind. "That....that was incredible. They are sure to remember you now."

"Is that a good thing?" Vern asked, now slightly worried, as Cinna started working on turning off the water that was still flowing from the boy's waist. Serin helped Adrienne with her own and she was relieved when she finally felt the cold liquid stop flowing down her legs.

"Good thing?" The victor repeated his words with a small chuckle. "After an appearance like that, it's an amazing thing. I can practically hear the sponsors lining up."

"He's right." Serin said, moving to stand beside Finnick. "The Capitalists value appearance; looks, style, and most of all strength. The both of you made an impression today; a huge one. And I'm not finished yet."

Adrienne smiled at her stylist. "Thank you, Serin." The man nodded to her, smiling in return before saying something about work to be done and leaving, Cinna following close by his side.

"Now, let's get the two of you cleaned up and we'll talk about these tributes, yeah?" Finnick mumbled, making sure none of the other people heard. The two teens nodded and started following behind their mentor, who led them away from the chariots and up to their floor.

•~•

The screen turned on and the first face Adrienne saw was the one of the boy staring at her in before the parade. She leaned forwards slightly, listening keenly to what Finnick has to say.

"District One: Kit Benson." He said, pointing to the boy on the screen. "Aged eighteen and highly lethal. He's a career, which means he's been training for this for years. As long as he can remember, most likely."

"I can probably take him." Adrienne mumbled to herself, not seeing why Finnick was making such a big deal about the boy; he seemed scrawny for something supposed to be so tough.

The victor must have heard her and spoke again, the authority clear in his voice. "You are not to engage." He said before clicking the screen, changing it to show the next tribute.

While the mentor continued on telling the two about the rest of the tributes, Adrienne wasn't really listening. She was really just thinking on how Kit seemed to be after her head. But also how she would try and get his first.