Ocean Eyes ~Finnick Odair ~

Chapter One

     Astrid couldn't believe that she was once again in the Hunger Games, she never felt safe after the games but never in a million years did she think that she was going to be forced back into the games.  She won the 67th, at the young age of 15, it was a bloody battle that she was thankful she came out of. Her arena was a desert with a rainforest in the middle of it.  The only weapons that the Capital gave were knives. She thought about all the tributes that she killed, that is of course when the guilt set in she wished nothing more than to be one of the 23 who died.  Now, she was back to being a tribute, and this time, even if she was skilled and what the capital called 'bloodthirsty.'  She didn't think that she was making it out of this arena alive.

        Astrid had just finished with her prep team, people she had known since she was 15 years old, and now she was waiting for her stylist in her dressing room.  Finally, the tall, buff, blonde man entered the room.  Jasper had golden hair, that almost had an orange tint to it, but was more blonde than anything.  The slight orange tint made his deep blue eyes pop even more against his tan skin, he was a more normal-looking stylist in the games.  There wasn't anything different about him, unlike many other Capital residents other than the tattoos that covered his body up to his jawline.   "Jasper," Astrid said with a smile before getting up and hugging him.

        "My little flower, I'm so sorry that this is happening to you." His voice was calm but serious, using the nickname he had given her after she won her games.   Astrid knew that he didn't like the idea of the games, and they had gotten along so well when it was her first go-around.  He would always make sure she was okay during her first trip to the capital, and when it was her turn to do the victory tour.

        "It's life, Jasper, we never really left the games." Astrid said, before asking him, taking a moment just to be near each other, "So what do you have for me this year?" She asked talking about what she would be wearing for the parade, remembering the dress that he had put her in the first year, and the wheat crown, that wasn't her favorite thing she wore while she was there, but it wasn't as bad as it could have been.  She had seen tributes almost naked in the parade and just always hoped that she wouldn't be one of them.  

        "Now you know my rules haven't changed, no peeking until you are all dressed." Her stylist told her, the girl with chocolate brown hair that had recent gold highlights in it, groaned but closed her eyes, letting him put her outfit on her.  She trusted him more than most, there was probably only one other person she trusted more than him.  She felt him grab her ankle and make it so he could put the heels on.  Over the years Astrid had gotten used to wearing heels, but they still weren't her favorite thing.  "Okay my flower, go ahead and open your eyes." 

        Astrid looked at herself in the mirror she was shocked and amazed, the first time that she had looked in this mirror she was 15 and she was dressed to play up her young age.  This time around she was dressed like a woman, the top of her dress was a corset that was just gold gemstones, so it was more see-through than she would have liked, but the bottom of the dress was a flowy sheer gold color that had little gold stones all over it.  Her shoes looked like they were made out of gold diamonds.  She had gold tassels tied into her hair but she had a deep red lipstick on.  It almost looked like blood, it was probably to play up her bloodthirsty nickname.   "You have outdone yourself this time Jasper." 

"Well, I thought since Nine was the bread bowl of the Capital and the wheat is gold, it was a good excuse to make you look like royalty." 

        Astrid was led out to the gathering area for the chariots looking around the area she noticed that there were still some people coming out, looking around and seeing her old friends.  Noticing that they all seemed to be as angry about this as she was except maybe the careers, but they had trained their whole lives for this. Killing was everything they lived for, they just wanted to make their district happy.    Finally, her eyes landed on the golden tuff of hair that she was looking for, and he was talking to Katniss, the female victor from twelve.  The poor girl looked more uncomfortable than she had seen before.  Astrid took this as the time to make her way over to the duo.