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VOL. ONE; CH. TEN ༄ ————the snake stole the sponsors
Finnick doesn't normally obsess over the games. In fact, he tries to avoid actually watching the games as much as possible. Opting instead to get his updates through the other mentors or capital citizens. It had only been four years since his games and he still couldn't sit through the games without feeling that sinking feeling in his gut and the pull of flashbacks in his mind.
He doesn't think he'll ever be able to.
Sure, it's gotten easier over the past few years. At least, easier to hide the effects of the games. He doesn't start hyperventilating at the sight of blood anymore. He doesn't visibly flinch at the sound of the cannon either.
Over the course of the next few days, however, Finnick finds himself glued to the games. Of course, he partakes in his other responsibilities. Yet, he doesn't just trust the words of others anymore. He watches with his own eyes as Elodie kills two more tributes over the next six days. Her face bare of emotions, not thinking twice as she releases a knife into the stomach of some unsuspecting tribute.
The pair moves their camp often, and when they do, they go far. It's Elodie's way of getting to hunt other tributes without telling Kalen that she's hunting. They've been on the beach, on two separate riverbanks, and in the mountains.
Even with all of that, however, Elodie's still getting restless. Finnick can tell. The last time she got her hands on a tribute was on the fourth day of the games, it was the seventh now. Of course, Elodie had killed a couple of animals in that time, needing to do so for meals, but that wasn't satisfying her. Her nervous energy seemed to be resonating with Kalen too, every snap of a twig or rustle of a branch sent both Creoles into overdrive. Elodie permanently held a knife in her hand. Lips quirking every time a cannon rang out.
That's why it came as no surprise to Finnick when the pair (Elodie) decided to move camp again. This time practically all the way across the arena. They had been in the mountains directly across the lake from the waterfall.
Finnick and Mags sit side-by-side and watch as their tributes make their way through the forest. Finnick stays leaned back, arms crossed over his chest as Kalen leads, Elodie on his six. They didn't seem to be in any immediate danger, which was comforting to some degree.
In front of the mentors are two main screens, one of which shows an overview of all of the tributes' locations in the arena, while the other shows the action in the arena the gamemakers have decided should be the spectators' main focus. Around those are a bunch of smaller screens, showing all around the arena. The main one keeps switching from group to group, nothing too exciting happening at the moment. Finnick's eyes flicker from the overhead map to wherever the Creoles are being displayed at that moment.
