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[ChibiMonkey]

Lillian Harper (Lilly)
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18
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Personality: Lillian can be relatively quite and shy, though as quite as she can be, she is equally as intelligent. She's relatively compassionate and caring towards those close to her, and would do anything to help them, however, she can also be very stubborn and strongheaded, where she lacks physical strength, she's got a very strong mentality.
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Bio: Lillian was orphaned at a young age, her birth having been an accident and her parents unable to afford caring for herself as well as themselves - as was unfortunately common in the 12th District. Therefore, unable to afford a child, she was left abandoned on the streets. However one lone, widowed man had taken her in and adopted her as his own. The man became Lillian's father, giving her the name she carries even, as she was just a mere infant went abandoned. She grew up with the widowed man, and eventually learned how he wasn't her biological father, and likely never would know her biological parents. She was okay with that, and didn't blame them, honestly> She was happy with her life, and the man she called her father.
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Skills: Lillian isn't very physically strong, however she is petite in size, standing at only 5'1, and her shorter size making her quicker on her feet than most. Her father taught her how to hunt and stand for herself, but otherwise isn't very physically strong, especially when it comes to close combat, due to her small size naturally putting her at a strength disadvantage.
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Another year, and another anxiety ridden day for the redheaded teenager. It was the annual day of reaping, to choose which unfortunate daughters and sons would be chosen to fight for this bloody Capitol, in a yearly even that was supposed to keep order. But in reality, there was nothing orderly about this event, it was unnecessary bloodshed for the enjoyment for those in the Capitol, those who didn't have to worry about their sons or daughters being tossed into a game for the fight of survival. Lillian hadn't been chosen before - of course. She'd be dead surely, if she had been. However every year felt the same, and she felt every year it would be hers to fight. The fact that it had been so many years she'd yet to be chosen only made her feel like she was all the more likely to be picked.


Putting on her best clothes she had, she sighed as she brushed her red locks back out of her face, looking at her reflection in the broken mirror of her home. She stared at the pathetic broken reflection of herself before talking herself out of the house finally, in where she headed to the town center, where the reaping would be held, just as it was every year. Things were brushed off and cleared out by the officials who came, trying to make District 12 look better than everyone knew it was. Of course, Lillian wouldn't trade her home for anything. Sure it was hard, it was painful, and some days she starved with her father, but it only made the community that much closer with each other.


Looking at the faces of adults as she passed by to join the girls who stood to await their fate, Lillian could see the pity on their faces. Tearing her eyes away, she continued forward after being cleared, where she was ushered to join in line of every other girl of age in her district, not far, the boys doing the same. Her green eyes scanned the crowd for her friends, on of her closest, being Gale. She feared for him the most, since his name had been entered countless times due to that being the price he paid for feeding his family and caring for them. Glancing amongst the girls, she found her other few friends as well. Well, she figured, if any of them got chosen, at least the others wouldn't be, and they could live another year.


Before long, the hushed murmurs in the crowds gathered had silenced as Effie had entered the stage and begun the announcements, signaling the starting of the reaping. And with a short speech of encouragement and fake smiles, it wasn't long until the pot of names were being brought out for her to randomly pick which male and female from District 12 would participate in this years Hunger Games.


Meanwhile in District 4 very much of the same things were happening. The reaping for the annual Hunger Games was also happening that year, and Finnick was dressing himself appropriately in his best clothes to prepare for the event. While he was confident in himself and his strength, truth be told, he didn't really want to be picked. No one really wanted to be picked. There were those that knew how to adapt and survive though, and knew they needed to adjust to survive. Finnick considered himself one of those kinds of people. Then there were the others, who mourned their own lives for being chosen, blaming whatever higher powers they could for their terrible odds to be chosen.


Coming from the fishing district, they were much better off than the 12th, or any other district past them, as the districts tended to be represented by their separated numbers according to their home and what they were known for. Fishing of course, being one of the best as it was a primary source of food. Finnick didn't consider his district to be a bad one, though no one except those from districts 1, 2, and 3 really did. However, regardless of class and prosperity of a district, every single one of them still had to participate in the games, with the same rules and compliance just as any of the other 11 standing districts.


Therefore, Finnick finished getting dressed, and began to make his way towards the town center, which, as it was every year, had been decorated accordingly for the cameras to be displayed for the reaping of the 4th District. Finnick found it a bit ridiculous, the show they made out of this. The Hunger Games were said to be necessary for the survival of the capital and it's districts, but really, Finnick didn't see how so, despite all the advertisement and lies fed to them, Finnick believed these games were no more than a viewing entertainment for those in the Capital, to keep them entertained and from growing bored with their posh, civilized lives they lived.


Scoffing to himself, Finnick headed to the area, being cleared out to continue, before following the growing lines of where he was to stand and away, standing attentive with all the other teenagers who were entered in the Games. Before long, the lights and cameras had turned on, and the announcements were underway with the official beginning of the 75th Hunger Games. Finnick felt relatively confident in himself that he wouldn't be chosen. However, the odds were not in his favor that year.

 

[Soleil]

-River Hollis-
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18
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Personality :: River has always been good at blending in, at being alone. This never seemed to bother her. She had her brother and a roof over her head, and that was good enough for her. She wasn't the most compassionate person, but she was kind and helpful she she felt it was appropriate.


Skills :: While she's not skilled in weapons, she does have a good amount of strength and balance. She's good with tracking, and camouflage.


Bio :: River grew up in the fishing district known as 4. While they did practice for the games like the other upper districts, there's was the poorest of them. The only training that was done was by the ones who could afford it. Unfortunately River was not one of them. She had a twin brother, but the only thing simliar about them was their icey colored eyes. While they were almost complete opposites in looks and personalilty, they were still very close. Coming home to a mother who was never around, River learned the skills of survival. She didn't have time for friends or social things like that. So that's how she lived. Blending in, going unnoticed by society and the students at her school. She became untrustful of everyone around her, and became less caring of people themselves.

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River looked in the mirror again, knowing if she didn't leave now she'll be late. Combing her white locks, she tried tying it back the best she could. With a piece flying out, she decided to give up and head out the door. She was wearing her best clothes, the best clothes she could afford. She couldn't remember how many times she had to patch up the tears that ran through the dress.


Living in the fishing district, everyone seemed to be a little more lively than those in the lower districts. However, she did not feel she belong here in 4 With a mother who was never around her and her brother were often alone. Her house was run down, and her clothes had holes in them. She knew the other students at school could never understand that level of poverty.


Finally coming to the town square, she left her brother and got in line with the other 18 year old girls. She recognized most of them from her classes, with a few that she didn't. At least on this day, we all felt the same. No one laughed, no smiled, and there were only a few that were talking. Today they were all the same.


She glanced over to the guys side of the line. She didn't recognize most of them until her eyes landed on one. Finnick. A guy who everyone knew. He had money, which meant he had the training and skill. She could see the expression of confidence sketched across his face. All she could do was roll her eyes to herself.


When the announcer came to the stage the crowd went quiet. Silently awaiting who's name would be called.

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Gale was afraid, he laid awake all night staring at the ceiling. He had known his fate every time they went to put another slip with his name in the drawing. How many was it, 46? He sighed a long breath and he turned on his side. He saw his younger brother, knowing the reason why his name was in there so many times. They had 7 mouths to feed, and with his Dad gone it was up to him to carry the family.


He didn't sleep much the rest of the night, slowly passing in and out of consciousness before finally being awaken by his mother. It was time. He got himself ready in the outfit he wore every year, though now it ran a little tight. He had helped his mother get his two brothers ready, while the younger ones watched. Knowing it would be their turn in a few years.


After getting to the town square, he stood in line with his brothers. He glanced around seeing his friends. One more time. This was his last year and all he had to do was get through this last one.

 

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Standing in the crowd of teenagers from as young to 13 to 18 years old, Lillian felt an immense anxiety. She was eighteen. Her last year. She'd never gotten chosen before, so why would she now? She tried to assure herself the chances of her name getting pulled were very unlikely. Right? Well, since her father had fallen ill this past year, she'd been putting her name in a few more times than most would care to count. But he was the only person in her life she cared about. She didn't have many close friends. Sure, a bunch of people she kind of sort of knew. But no one she was close. If not for that man, she would surely be dead before she'd even reached the age of 1. But she needed to get him medicine, even if mediocre...she did her best to get him the best she could manage. Of course, the man knew too, what she had to have done to get even the cheapest medicine for him.


Even a young girl couldn't beg for anything and get anything in district 12. Everyone was close and knew each other, but everyone else was also struggling in their own ways. They couldn't afford to give out any merchandise of any sorts, regardless of who and why. District 12 in its own way was already a world of fighting for survival. And while her father knew what she had to have been doing, he couldn't stop her. They were a family of few words, but much understanding, knowing how the other felt. Of course he didn't want her risking herself more for his sake, but he also knew where she was coming from, and that nothing he said would get through her thickheaded brain.


So now, standing in line, Lillian tried to calm herself. Nerves once again spiked through her as Effie announced she'd start with the girls. That's it. She would read a name...there were so many slips of paper in there...she'd read a name and then Lilly could relax, and never fear entering these sick games again. But just her luck, after five years of escaping these games of death, on her last year, she wasn't afforded another year of luck.


"Lillian Harper!"


Effie's high pitched voice rang out, and Lillian felt her heart drop to her stomach. She was going to be sick. She honestly thought she was going to be sick. As eyes started to fall on her, she took a shaky breath to keep from hurling as she slowly made her way from the crowd where two peacekeepers were awaiting to escort her to the stage. As she silently made her way, she felt numb. As though this couldn't really be happening. Her body at this point was moving on her own as she stiffly joined Effie's side.


Finnick watched with bitter amusement at the screen displayed up on stage, the Capitol going on patriotically about the Hunger Games, how important they were, the significance they held, and oh wait, not to forget how special, and honorable it was to be chosen to participate in the games. How amusing. Is that what it was? Honorable? That was certainly some patriotic bullshit that the president was spilling to the Districts. Only people in power, who didn't have to worry about competing, could say how amazing it was.


Sure, Finnick was strong. He'd received a lot of training, and while he wasn't particularly worried about himself in terms of defending and fighting to protect his life, that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to have to do such things. He'd received very qualifying training. And surely people who knew him - which was most people in the upper districts, especially his own, the fourth, would consider him a fearful opponent in the games. Regardless though, Finnick would be happier if he didn't have to worry about preparing for these games.


Feeling a set of eyes on him, despite the large crowd they were in, something was catching Finnick's attention as he glanced over to the side, noticing a vaguely familiar girl look at him, though it wasn't long before she had looked away. He didn't know her, but he recognized her. He'd never personally talked to her, but he knew who she was, because of her clothes that stood out in his class at school. As he was looking at her, distracted in thought, he was sharply pulled back to reality as he heard his name called out.


Momentarily eyes wide with shock, he looked to the stage to be sure he wasn't imagining it. His name had been called while he was distracted. But of course, despite the quickened pace of his heart, he refused to show his fear, as he silently and obediently made his way to the stage.

 

[Soleil]

River looked up at the sound of Finnick's name being called over the loud speaker. She couldn't help but take a look at him. He looked surprised, that she knew. However, she didn't see an ounce of fear behind in his eyes. She watched as he strode up to the stage, waving at the crowd. People cheered, people sighed relief, and some had a look of pity in their eyes. She silently hated them and their looks of pity. 


The lady walked over to the large glass bowl filled with the girl names. Reaching in she ran her hand over the countless pieces of paper, increasing the suspense. She glance back at Finnick who stood with two peacekeepers at his side. He seemed distracted, probably trying to come to terms with what just happened she assumed. Turning her attention back to the lady who was colorfully dressed. Pulling out a slip she walked to the microphone, calling out the last name she ever hoped to hear. 


River held her breath. Actually, she hadn't known she had been holding it until she felt the air being sucked out of her body. "What.." No, it wasn't possible. She expected herself to wake up at any moment. She'd be laying down safe under her blankets. But no, she didn't wake up, she wasn't safe in her bed. And no matter how hard her nails dug into her skin as she gripped her arms against her chest, she wasn't waking up. 

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Gale tensed as he heard the name of Lillian Harper. He didn't exactly know her, but he knew of her. He'd seen her throughout school, and once considered on going over to her. But never did. He saw her approach the stage with two peacekeepers. She looked shocked, almost sick and he couldn't blame her. No one in 12 clapped, no one here ever did. They all watched with solemn silences, praying silently thanking it wasn't them. 


As Effie approached the glass, Gale closed his eyes. Don't be him, don't be him. He silently chanted to himself. He had his family to take care of, especially when the three youngest couldn't take care of themselves. His mom couldn't do it without him, she barely had the energy to get out of bed. 


Effie finally reached in pulling out a little slip of paper. "Gale Hawthorne." She called out, squicking out the last part. But he couldn't even tell the difference. He was lost, he was numb from the whole outside world. He glanced at his younger brothers standing outside the crowd, "No.."

 

[ChibiMonkey]

Standing silently beside Effie, Lillian honestly wasn't aware of anything else going on around her. She could hear Effie talking, but she couldn't hear what she was saying. It was like when you heard someone talking while you were under water, muffled and clouded, unable to make out exact words. Her body felt the same way. All her senses were numb. She couldn't feel the ground where she was standing, hear any voices talking, or really even see the crowds of people in front of her. Her heart wouldn't relocate to a normal feeling, continuously making her feel sick, though she managed to hold it together and keep from actually getting sick. Even if she had, hurling in front of her whole district...she'd rather that than have to participate in these games.


While Lillian typically tried to be a relatively optimistic person, she really couldn't be in this moment. The moment Effie spoke her name, it was a sure death sentence to her. She wasn't strong, and she knew that. Sure, she could hunt, and she could run fast....but there were much more skilled and stronger people in the upper districts. Regardless of if they were trained or not, Lillian was weak. That's all she could keep thinking about, was her death that was sure to come.


Eventually, she snapped out of her daze long enough to hear who the male from her district would be. Hearing who it was, her eyes fell on the male in the crowd, and instantly felt for him. She wasn't friends, per say, but she knew of his situation, and knew what it meant for him to be pulled away from his family, regardless of if he would live or not. Granted, most people in District 12 had something they were fighting for in this poor District, in Gale's and her own case, she supposed they were kind of similar, both fighting for their families.


Swallowing his fear and stepping out from the crowd, Finnick did what he did best, and that was show off. He was strong, and trained, rich and favored. He was expected to do well in the games. And he partially resented his life for that. It felt him feel the pressure all the more, because people probably were expecting so much out of him. And it wasn't necesarrily that he was being conceited - even if it was common trait of his. But it was also partially the truth. As conceited as he was, he was a genuine guy, and had normal emotions like everyone else. He didn't want to be in the games. He didn't like the games.


But he did what he did best, and that was act according to how everyone expected him to. From this point on, he'd have to put on a show, like the Capitol wanted, in order to get an advantage to winning. Stepping out, he put on his charming smile, as though to trick himself more than the crowd that he wasn't scared, waving as he headed up to the stage. Standing up there beside the woman announcing the tributes for the Hunger Games that year, he smiled as he looked out to the crowd, though the smile didn't quite reach his eyes, as he listened for who the girl from his district would be to join him.


Hearing the name, he was a bit surprised. Honestly, it was an eerie coincidence, it being the girl he had just been looking and thinking about. An unfortunate coincidence, of course, since surely neither of them wanted to be there. As she made her way from the crowd and peacemakers escorted her up to the stage, Finnick smiled to her "Hey..." he greeted softly before the announcer was finishing up the reaping, and Finnick took hold of River's hand "Best of luck to us, i guess?" he said, before smiling back to the crowd and waving before it was finished up and they were allowed to go back stage to have some time, either to themselves, or to say goodbyes.

 

[Soleil]

River finally made her way to the stage. The roaring in her ears never letting up. She thought she'd sure black out, as she looked to the crowd. Few actually cheered for her. Many groups of girls whispered, who is that again? Or is she the one... trailing off into whatever sentence that they thought they knew her. She wasn't very surprised, she never talked to anyone during school hours anyway. 


Finally being snapped back to reality she saw Finnick holding out his hand, slowly picking up hers. He smiled at her, waving his hand again out to the crowd. Is this guy serious? Is she suppose to stand here and play an act for the crowd, for the capital? I think not. 


She snapped her hand away, clutching it closely to her chest. "Bite me." She snapped. She looked back at the crowd, they were going crazy. Everyone was safe, they could all relax and celebrate the rest of the night. There were usually parties held for those who made it safe through another year. And she wouldn't be apart of them. Naturally, she was never invited to them anyways. She'd always spend the night after the reaping snuggled safely in her bed under a cozy blanket.


As soon as the lady motioned for the two off the stage and towards a large set of doors. The peacekeepers shoved her towards the doors, making her trip slightly. She was taken to a back room where she was allowed to say goodbye to her family and friends. No one came. 

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Gale stood staring at the small crowd, emptyness filling every part of his body. He glanced over at the girl standing next to him. He made eye contact with her, silently understanding what she was thinking. He knew that she lived with her father, but didn't know the whole story only that she was an only child. He was older than Gale's parents, and knew he was quite sick. He'd seen her in town before, buying food and medicine that she couldn't afford. Even the cheap medicine that 12 offers. It was more than any of them could afford. 


She must have put her name in more times to be able to afford his medicine. Unfortunately, he knew how she felt. 


As Effie motioned them towards the doors for personal time, he turned his back to the crowd. Before going their separate ways, he gave Lillian a reassuring smile. He knew it wasn't much, but it was all he could give. He wanted to tell her he understood, that they were similar but he knew nothing he said would help. They were both utterly and completely fucked. 

 

[ChibiMonkey]

As Lillian stood there in front of the crowd, thinking about how unlicky fate was, cruel even, to not only force her to participate in these games, but on her last year too. She had been so close. So close, she almost wanted to cry. Not only did she think about her own life, but her fathers as well. What would become of his life, without her? She wanted to survive these games, so she could continue to care for him and repay him for her life that he essentially saved. She knew she'd been saved from death once before, so she probably didn't have a right to escape it a second time.


But now, she wanted to live for her father, to repay him, though she never felt she'd be able to do enough for him. After all, she couldn't even afford the medicine to cure his illness. What hurt even more was that there was one that existed, but even as many times as she put her name in the reaping, she couldn't afford it. It'd be hopeful thinking, to think she could survive and win the games, so that she'd win the prize money and have enough to properly care for him. But she knew that wasn't going to happen.


As they made their way backstage, she caught sight of Gale's encouraging smile, though it only made her feel worse. She tried to attempt a halfhearted, appreciative smile back, though knew it was a poor attempt. As she made her way to her room where she would wait and have to stay before she left, she knew her father wouldn't come. Not because he didn't care about her. But both of them were strong, independent soles...her father and her promised that if she ever did get chosen, he would stay home. Again, not because he didn't care. But it would hurt too much, for both of them. As she sat down on the seat, alone in the room, tears welled up in her eyes, and before long, she was crying with her face buried in her hands, knowing she was now left alone without anyone else to see her broken down and weak.


When the girl suddenly snapped her hand back away from him, he blinked a bit in surprise at her reaction. He knew how she was feeling, of course, deep down he was the same. But he was logical, and knew how these games works. Smiling a bit at her despite her aggressive words, he spoke again "I know how you feel, but you're going to need some friends if you want to try to survive the games" he said, before turning his attention back to the crowd, and before long, they were escorted back away from sight, where they could say their goodbyes.


As he stepped in the back to his room where he waited, his family came soon after. They didn't look worried, or mournful. Which Finnick honestly resented a bit. He knew that it wasn't because they didn't care about him. But it still felt like they thought this whole game was just that, a game, and a joke. Nothing to worry about. Of course, Finnick acted as such for his family, who were confident in the lessons and training he had acquired through their riches, but part of him still which they would show some concern for his life being put on the line, even if he did intend to win. After all, he'd won the games before, so he seemed an obvious choice to win them again.


Before long, his family was forced to leave, as they were informed to get ready and board the train that would take them to the capitol, which, for them at the 4th district, wouldn't be a terribly long ride, unlike those from the further districts, such as the 12th.

 

[Soleil]

River curled up in a tight ball on her current seat, unshed tears burning her eyes. She wanted to scream, she wanted to start throwing things off the shelves in anger. But she knew it wouldn't help, it'll only make her more tired than she actually was. She waited for what felt like hours, waiting for someone to come get her. Realistically it had only been about 45 minutes before she had heard a knock on the door, ending her personal time. She didn't need personal time, she needed to have been trained when she was younger. That would've been the only thing that would keep her alive.


Walking with the peacekeepers she was escorted onto a shiny capital train. It was filled with shiny objects and rows of delicious looking desserts which only made her feel sick. The colorful looking lady from before came out hugging her. "Oh I'm just so excited." She said. River didn't know if the lady was even talking to her or not. 


River came to the large oak table, running her hands lighting over the expensive looking silverware and plates. It was beautiful, and if she wasn't on a train going to her death she might have actually enjoyed herself. Jumping slightly as she heard a door open, Finnick was brought in by the two peacekeepers who had escorted her. 

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Gale was greeted by his family. He knew  by the sadness in their eyes the were worried. No one from 12 had ever won the games. Except once Haymich   the town drunk. Haymich was the only one who lived in the victors circle, and spent his earning on cheap liquor down at the bar. 


Gale sighed and he watched his family being tossed out by peacekeepers. He felt the familiar burning in the back of his eyes, as they watered up. He wanted to win.. he needed to win. For them. He made a silent promise to his family, he'd try whatever it takes. 


Finally leaving the tiny room, we was taken on the train headed to the capital. It was strange being on the train, he had never even been in a car much less something going 200 mph. There was a small dining room where he had entered, the table filled with heavenly smelling dishes. He'd never seen so much food in his entire life. 

 

[ChibiMonkey]

After finishing letting the emotions pour from her eyes, Lillian sat back up straight, rubbing her face as she took several deep breaths to calm herself down. She hated being weak, more than she already was, but in this moment, she allowed herself to be. But she also vowed to herself it would be the only time she expressed how scared and truly terrified she was - even if it was only to herself. She promised herself that from this point forward she wouldn't let Panem see how much the Capitol's sick game affected her.


Leaning back against the back of her seat, she had allotted herself enough time to calm down before the peacekeepers would retrieve her from the room and escort her to the train. She's cleared and calmed her face, so, while she looked relatively stoic of expression, her eyes were still vaguely red if upon a closer look. As she made her way onto the train, she let herself be distracted by the scenery and sheer awe of it. She walked through the cabins, letting her mind be distracted so she didn't have to focus on the upcoming reality, before long she entered the food cabin, where she saw Gabe, Haymitch, and Effie already were, though no one really in deep discussion. Glancing to Haymitch, she noticed his drinking, though it didn't surprise her. Sighing, as she had come to terms, at least a bit more, her mouth was getting the better of her "Good to know we have a drunk advising us" she muttered under her breath as she went to take a seat by the window, gazing out at the passing scenery she'd never before seen.


He didn't have all that much time with his family, and while Finnick didn't feel nearly as terrified as he had the first time he had competed, he was still sick to his stomach with bitter emotions about this whole thing. He still disliked the games just as much as he ever did. And the fact he was chosen to be in them a second time really irritated him. But as much as he wanted to voice it all, he didn't. He'd been through the games before and honestly, knew how the politics of the game worked. Smile, act nice, and gain attention. Gaining sponsors was a priority. Because no one participating in the games would be there to help you along the way forever, but the sponsors would watch out and guide those they favored. Even if it was a sick and twisted political game of showing off, it had to be done to survive.


As he entered the train and headed to the food cart, he noticed River already there, and offered her a smile "Hey....are you not going to eat anything? The ride will be a couple hours..." he said, trying to make some form of conversation of attempts to get her to relax. Though he knew that was easier said than done. Grabbing a plate, he did get a few things to eat before sitting down on one of the luxurious cushioned chairs, glancing over to River occasionally and watching her with curiosity.

 

[Soleil]

River sat in a large wooded chair at the dining room table. She'd rather be in alone in the room of course but it looked like that wasn't going to happen any time soon.  She had seen Finnick approaching the table, she'd even heard him attempt to talk to her, but she wasn't there. Physically she was sitting in the room, but mentally she was lost. 


She pushed peas around her plate aimlessly with a silver fork. She could feel her stomach pinch in that old familiar way as she looked down at the food. She'd have to admit, she'd never had anything so amazing to eat before.  But after getting a plate, she barely had the stomach to eat anything. She wanted to go home. She knew it wasn't the best place, but it was home. It was safe. 


Glancing up from her plate she saw Finnick looking at her.  He seemed so unaware of the fact that we were heading to our death. But then she remembered something. Finnick had been in the games before. He had been in the games, and won. If she remembered correctly, he had been the youngest person ever to win the hunger games. He was going to kill her, she just knew it. 

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Gale sat idly, staring down at his plate. Effie and Haymich had entered the room already and were talking about God knows what. He didn't care to listen, however when approached with a question he nodded his head silently.  He'd seen the way Haymich was drinking so early in the morning, mentally wanted to roll his eyes. How someone who was such a drunk ever won the games was beyond him. However, he did remember a story his mother had told him about Haymich. Apparently, he wasn't all that bad when he was younger, before the games. 


So that's how people end up after the games. He thought to himself. You either die, or live the rest of your life trying to forget the memories. Great. Even if he happen to make it out alive, he'd be mentally scared for the rest of his life. He decided to shake the thought out of his head as he saw Lillian approaching. Her eyes were red as if she'd been crying, but she carried herself as though she was unafraid. He'd have to say he had a lot of respect for this girl already. 


Looking up at the girl he said, "Would you like something?" He tried in hopes of a truce before the games started. 

 

[ChibiMonkey]

Sitting in the chair far to luxurious for Lillian to even feel comfortable sitting in, she stayed to her quiet self as she sat by the window, Propping her elbow up on the rim of the window where she rested her chin in her palm while idly watching the scenery pass by in a blur. How something could be moving so fast, and it didn't even feel like they were moving, was a puzzle to Lillian. She didn't try and figure it out though, as she just looked outside of the window, focusing on anything, anything at all to space out and not think about the present, or future more so, for that matter.


Eventually though, she was snapped out of her thoughts by Gale's voice speaking out to her. Snapping out of her thoughts, she looked over to Gale, trying to recall what he said, since she'd been spacing out she hadn't really caught his words. "I'm sorry?" she said, a confused look on her face, before she realized he was asking her a question, most likely referring to the plentiful foreign food displayed out on the table "Oh...no I'm not very hungry. Thank you though" she said, giving him a small smile of appreciation at his kindness.


Looking at Gale, Lillian knew enough about him to know he was a good person, one who would do anything for his family, and had. However, even if they were from the same District, only one of them could survive. Gale was a strong guy, she was short and petite. Eventually, if others didn't kill them first, one of them would have to kill the other, and Lillian knew who would win that fight between them.


Sighing a bit when he had received no response at all from her, he frowned a bit. He wondered what she was thinking. Well...he was sure he could guess pretty close. But despite the cocky, show of part of him for the capitol, he was genuinly a nice guy, one who actually really cared - which not a lot of people thought he did. He wanted to try and ease River's worries somehow. But he knew that was unlikely, he was just as aware as everyone else that only one person could be the victor. And as much as Finnick wanted to protect and help the girl, he also wasn't going to let that sympathy get himself killed.


Trying to think of something, Finnick stood back up and walked over to sit closer to River, though not too close, since he could tell that she wanted some space to herself, of which he didn't blame her. He tried to think of something he could say....part of him considered naturally reverting to that flirtatious, arrogant part of himself, mainly because that's what he knew how to do best, and figured she expected that of him. But then again, considering the moment earlier on the stage, he got the impression she would only get further upset. So he decided to go for a softer route.


"Listen, I know what you're thinking right now" he said as he leaned an elbow on the table "You don't have to be scared of me just because I won in the past. I could help you, you know? I don't mean to offend you but....you don't exactly look like you've been afforded the best cards in life. I could help give you some pointers and skills. It isn't all hopeless you know" he tried to encourage her, though part of his arrogant self still showed through, though it was also obvious he was genuinely trying to help.

 

[Soleil]

River almost scoffed to herself, after hearing Finnick speak. He was trying to create allies before the games. He was smart, and charming but she already knew that. He'd get all the big sponsors, and any alliance he wanted. So why was he coming to her? She had nothing to offer him. She'd never stand the battle of a one on one fight against him or any other player. Her best bet was to hide, and wait out the others killing themselves. Was this a trick? She looked skeptically at him, "Me? I don't have a chance out there. My best bet is to avoid everyone and hide it out." 


Did she honestly believe that? She knew she could make it out there and survive the harsh conditions of the game. Unlike Finnick and the other careers she had one thing they didn't. Climate survivability. But what happened if someone found her and she had to fight for her life? She didn't know what would come of her then.


She looked at Finnick again. He was attractive, and reeked with over confidence. But was that an act? Because looking up at him, she could see the sincerity in his eyes. She had known guys like Finnick her whole life, never speaking a word to them. If they'd both been safe back at 4 she knew they would have never spoken. And besides.. she could use all the help she could get. 

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Gale nodded at her comment, understanding the feeling of losing an apatite. He watched her from his seat at the table, as she stared out the window. He wondered if she was thinking the same things as him. He wanted to reach out, show some other way of kindness but he was at a loss of words. Gale was typically a generous person, helping those who he could. But now he knew he'd have to learn to help himself. He didn't know how to fight, no one it 12 did. It was more like a battle for the next meal there. 


He glanced at her a few times, he remember her from school. Very few people from 12 had blonde hair, and even fewer had red. She had always stuck out to him, but she kept to herself mostly even a friend or two sometimes. Once or twice he considered going up to her, but never did. 


"Maybe we could help each other out?" He said quietly. "At least until we get to the end." He thought about it. If they pulled their skills together they might have a chance. And if it came down to the two of them, which he doubted, then they could part ways and just survive until they other couldn't. 

 

[ChibiMonkey]

Thinking that was where the conversation would end, Lillian turned her attention back outside the window. As nice as Gale was, and she truly did think he was a great person, there was no point in getting friendly and close to him. As much as she didn't want to be alone in these games...there was no point in growing close to anyone. Eventually, either they would die, she would die, or they would have to try and kill each other. They wouldn't be able to support each other forever. No matter the outcome, she calculated getting close and friendly with anyone would only be all the more painful in the end. But the more she thought about it, as logical as she knew it was, she also realized that meant she would truly die all alone. The thought scared her, and she bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself calm.


When Gale spoke up again about helping each other out, she was surprised, and looked over to him curiously "Why would you want to help me out? Do I look like a fighter?" she asked trying to joke lightly, though it was true. As if to add insult to injury, the drunken Haymitch, who had quietly been listening in on the two tributes from their district, finally spoke up. "You're right there, sweetheart, you look as weak as an insect to me. Small as one too" He drunkenly joked in reference to her size, causing Lillian to glare over at him "But what you're wrong about is that strength isn't everything in these games."


Lillian wasn't too pleased to be hearing from the drunk, especially when the first words out of his mouth were more like insults to her. He snappy attitude was ready to snap some sort of snarky remark back at him, more than likely about his drinking problem, however when he continued speaking, his words were actually more serious and intelligent, catching the redhead off guard a bit that he was actually trying to be useful.


When Finnick finally at least got her talking and responding to him this time, Finnick felt a bit more relaxed. He has been starting to worry that she was just a mute or overall grumpy person. After all, no one really did talk to her in their age group...there had to be a reason for that, no? Deciding to shake the thoughts off, he didn't want to be judging her from the fact that he didn't really even know her yet. So deciding to change that, he smiled a bit at her skeptical response.


"True, you probably really don't stand a chance out there" he concluded in agreement, before continuing "but that's why I want to help you. Plus, were from the same district, it should only be natural to want to help each other out, right?" He suggested before holding a hand out to her "so what do you say, we try and help each other out for most of it? I'll help protect you in strength, if you help with the resources?" He knew he probably did sound suspicious, but this turn of games he was in he wanted to be different. Especially because River seemed like the kind of girl who didn't deserve to be in the games.


"Avoiding everyone seems like a smart idea. However, on your own, it's hard to focus on avoiding people, while also looking for food and rescources to keep you alive from your other enemy - and that's the environment itself. Especially because the Capital loves to throw in sick measures to drive us to the extremes. You wont survive on your own. So why not take your chance with someone who's not only been through the games before, but won them?" he questioned with a confident smile.

 

[Soleil]

River sighed, Finnick had a point. As much as she wanted to walk away from his arrogant looking face, she knew she needed his help.  She could keep to herself hoping to make it on her own. You never know, it could work. But she also knew the other side to it. If it came down to a one on one fight, she'd never win. She could use Finnick for the protection. And when it came down time for her to leave, she'd leave finding herself a place to hide out the rest of the games. But the question still hung in the air. Why did he want to help? Was this the way to win the games? By networking? Her survival skills couldn't possibly be helpful for someone who had already lived through this once. 


He had won the games before, he knew the way they were set up, and knew the different strategies around things. He could prove very useful to her. She knew they couldn't get too close. She'd have to have her guard up at all times, never trusting Finnick. And if it came down to it she'd trade his life for hers. She looked back up at Finnick who was sitting quite close to her. "Okay, so what do we do first?" 

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Gale listened to the words Haymich was saying. He seemed to know a thing or two, even through the drunken morning.  He was right, Lillian was the smallest girl in their class. She was the last person who needed to be apart of this horrid mess that was the games. But fate is cruel, and the games favor no one. If anything, they seemed to find the worst in people.  Gale sighed, he hoped the games wouldn't change him from the person he is. 


"It's about alliances, and getting the sponsors to like you." Haymich said through a glass of brown liquid. "When it gets down to it a blanket, food, matches could be the line between survival and death." He pointed the edge of his glass at the two of them. Gale had to admit, Haymich had a point there.


"We could always separate at any time during the games. Just until the first couple days are over." He knew the first day was always the worst. 10, 12, even once 13 people died on that first day.  


"And don't go towards the cornucopia in the middle.  It's always different every year, but it never changes in being a blood bath." Haymich spoke up as if he could hear Gale's thoughts.  

 

[ChibiMonkey]

As Haymitch started to speak up more and actually be useful in giving advice, Lillian decided she could listen to what the drunk had to say. She'd keep a slight distance from the blond male though, because his breath absolutely wreaked of alcohol. And this early in the morning? It honestly was quite disgusting. But Lillian wouldn't deny that the man could really be useful. Even if it was a long time ago, he'd won the games. He was here now as proof of that....but also, as proof of what the games could really do to someone.


Deciding to shake the negative thoughts from her head from now, she glanced to Gale, and nodded her head slightly "Sure...I'll admit I don't think I'd get very far on my own" she said. Sure she was an incredibly fast runner, but if it came down to fighting someone, she was sure she would lose. And besides....it always seemed that District 12, along with the other lower districts often were targeted first to be killed, because of their poor status everyone knew not a single person in District 12 could possible have the resources of necessary fighting or survival needed in the Hunger Games. Therefore, it was a common patter for the district to be targeted, as well as overlooked and forgotten by the sponsors. Therefore it would be wise for the two of them to stick together, since no one else would care to watch out for them. And Haymitch, drunken as he was, was also smart when he spoke of needing the sponsors.


"Well....how are we supposed to get the sponsors to like us? Isn't that all up to them and their own preferences or biases?" she asked with a slight frown "It's pretty common knowledge that our District has never been popular..." she said as she thought getting sponsors would be hopeless. Wasn't it all based on who was the richest or most popular?


As Finick patiently waited for her response, he smirked a bit in amusement as he could almost see the smoke and wheels turning in her head. Surely she was calculating every possibility, and possible outcome of any and every choice she could think she could make in the games right now. He waited patiently though, letting her have the time to consider it through and weight her options. After all, he didn't really blame her. It was actually a smart decision of hers. Not that Finnick planned to screw her over or anything, however, it wasn't smart to just jump into things without a seconds thought, and naively believe anything anyone would tell you - especially in these games. But again, Finnick didn't plan on deceiving her.


As she had finally spoken up and seemed to agree, that broad, cheeky grin spread across his face as he held out his hand "Great. Well first, we shake on it. Even if it means nothing to you, I really do appreciate it and look forward to us helping each other" he said as he took her hand in his own, grasping it firmly with his warm hand, before letting go. "First off, we plan based according to each of our individual skills. While it may be true I've been trained for the games, so I've had training in every aspect, I'm obviously a far better fighter. Which as unfortunate as it is, is a gruesome truth that it will be needed. What kind of skills do you have? Even if it doesn't seem impressive like fighting, it can be really useful, so anything at all" he explained.

 

[Soleil]

River stared at her hand as Finnick's wrapped around hers. It was a strange feeling, and she didn't know how to feel about it. She knew she could never trust Finnick O'dair, but with him smiling down at her as if they had any sort of chance, she wished they could've met under different circumstance.  She was already starting to like his optimistic attitude.  It was rubbing off on her.


Maybe they could make it to the end, maybe.. but that's all it was. A long list of maybes that had no weight to them.  She sighed pulling her had away.  The small hope that had been rising in her was now completely vanished.  Finnick would win, Finnick would bring victory and pride to her district. And she'd be a distant memory in everyone's lives.  That thought scared her more than she thought. She didn't want to be forgotten. She didn't want to die like this, alone on a field while thousands of people watched cheering on her attacker. 


She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She pulled away slightly from Finnick, looking back down to her plate, to where he couldn't see her eyes. "I..I can track." She knew this wasn't the best skill, but it was all she had going for her.  "I know how to camouflage. Building a shelter shouldn't be too hard, and I know how to make sure it isn't noticed." She didn't know if this couldn't as a skill, but she might as well mention it.

 
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Gale continued to push the food around his plate. He had eaten very little, but like most people in 12, he had a small stomach.  He knew they were all right, 12 was always overlooked when it came to sponsors. He waited for Haymich's response, hoping to get useful information. 


"Getting sponsors is like making friends.  You have to get people to like you.  You have to stand out, making them think." Haymich replied as he finished the last of his drink.  How were they suppose to stand out? They were a couple of poor dirty kids from district 12. Who hadn't had a winning victor in 20 years.  Gale was about to ask this question when Haymich spoke up, "You have to show them what they'd be missing. If you're outgoing, make them laugh at the interview. If you have a sick family member,  try the sympathy card. Everyone falls for the sympathy card.." Haymich muttered that last part to himself.


The problem was, Gale wasn't charming, not in the sense where he could charm an entire crowd.  What could he do? He was pretty strong.. He might could handle himself in a one on one fight. It might help him an Lillian if they ever crossed paths with another tribute. He sighed looking back down at his plate.

 
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[ChibiMonkey]

At first Lillian wasn't pleased with Haymitch's response to her question. Here she was actually trying to get useful information - which first of all was hilarious, her acting as though she had even a small shred of hope in this. Hah. That was a joke. But second of all, the fact she was trying and here Haymitch was going back to being useless, basically not answering her first question. Him saying getting sponsors was getting people to like them, that essentially was the same as her first question. And it seemed Gale had the same thing on his mind, appearing as though he was about to ask the blond the next question, before Haymitch already continued on, starting to be a bit more useful. Just a bit.


"What they'd be missing....? There really isn't much I'm sure their posh asses would be missing in District 12" she muttered as she sighed hopelessly, leaning back in her seat. When Haymitch suggested having a good personality, or playing a sympathy card, Lillian frowned a bit, immediately thinking of her father. She really didn't want to have to use him though. Nor would she. She tried to think of something....but she supposed she could try playing to emotions. She could talk about being orphaned and why, and how she grew up under the care of someone she wasn't related to. It didn't seem like much...but that's all Lillian really had going for her to try and catch attention. And no one in District 12 really even knew that she had been orphaned as a newborn, only that there were some odd rumors about her father, since he was older than most parents to someone her age.


Finnick hoped that he could gain enough of River's trust. He didn't entirely blame her for being skeptical though. In a game like this, there was only one winner, and he bet she was probably thinking about how compared to him, she wouldn't win, since he already had experience and would win. That wasn't him being arrogant, that was him thinking honestly and logically, likely along the lines that River's mind was wandering. If he could help it, he honestly would prefer not having to fight her. Of course he didn't want to die either. But killing someone from his own District with his own hands...there was no way he could do it. Nor would he want to throw her to the wolves of some other tribute to ruthlessly kill.


Eventually, when she started to speak up, he smiled a bit "That's good, that's really good. Honestly" he said genuinely with a smile as he grabbed a glass of juice and drank some of it, thinking about what she just said "Tracking actually can be incredibly helpful. And camouflaging as well, that will be good. Even though I've been trained in it...that doesn't mean I'm good at everything. No on is, no matter how much training there is there are some things people still fail at" he said, being a bit more genuine, and, surprisingly humble, for his character, as he was essentially referring to himself in what he was saying. As he was talking with her, it wasn't much longer before the train was pulling into the Capitol, since they were in District 4 they weren't all too far from it, and it only took a couple short hours for them to arrive.

 

[Soleil]

River sighed looking back at the window. She saw the capital fast approaching.  It was shiny and new, and the buildings were bigger than anything she had ever seen.  Her ocean side town was just that, a town. And since the citizens weren't allowed to travel, she had never seen anything outside of it.


The train eventually came to a stop and she heard a loud roaring coming from outside. It was people, hundreds of people screaming and cheering as their train pulled to a stop.  She got another wave of nausea as the peacekeepers came to retrieve them. Where were they taking her? She had half a thought to take off running, but knew she wouldn't get far. Looking back at Finnick as she came to her feet, she knew a look of fear was sketched across her face. She knew no matter how brave, or strong Finnick was he had no power to save her.

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Gale watched as Haymich, swayed back and forth as he stood up and disappeared out the door. Well so much for that. Hopefully he'll sober up enough to give some more useful information when training came. Please just for a couple of days, he silently prayed to himself. 


With a couple hours still until they got to the capital he decided to lounge on a couch near another set of windows. He didn't want to be here, thinking of strategies to kill another person. He didn't think he had it in him. Could he kill another person? A child even? No, he knew he couldn't which is why he figured he'd end up face first in the ground. Maybe even the first day, he could be up against another tribute. Even hesitating could get him killed. 

 

[ChibiMonkey]

Everything seemed to go by all too fast, as though death was just eagerly waiting for her. While it was supposed to be a long train ride to the capitol, being the furthest district out, it went by in a flash. So many things happened in a quick pace after that, escorted off the train, surrounded by photographers and eager crowds screaming in excitement to see the tributes. Ushered into a spotlessly clean building that honestly could have been made from crystals, and to events thereafter. It really was put on like some theatrical show, which only made Lillian all the more sick to her stomach. Being dressed up in odd costumes to catch attention - which, being on fire certainly did catch attention, considering they were from the mining coal district. She wasn't sure how she felt about being on fire...but if it helped catch sponsors, she supposed she would put up with it.


Event after event happened, though they were afforded some time to actually train. They had a state of the art training room, incredibly large filled with almost anything. Stepping foot in there for the first day, Lillian felt incredibly out of place, and awkwardly stood off to the side. She wasn't good at making friends - not that she wanted to, with the people who would be hunting and killing her. Looking around the gym, she didn't even know where to go - she didn't know what half of some of the equipment was, let alone how to use it.


Just like the last time Finnick had been here for the Hunger Games, events took pace incredibly quickly. He hardly had time to really talk and plan with River, however, any time he could, he assured her that he would be there for her and he wouldn't go back on his word of helping her. In the meantime, throughout the busy schedule Finnick put on the usual cheery, excited display to the Capitol, such as during the entrance ceremony, to be the popular rich winning tribute that everyone wanted and expected him to be.


Finally they had their first free time for training, and whenever he had free time, Finnick would indeed be training. Even if he'd done a lot of it before, and was confident in his abilities, this time was the best to be more careful than any. As he headed into the large gym-like area, he looked around, wondering if River would show up, since they had arrived separately. It wasn't long before some Tributes flocked to him though, instantly recognizing and knowing who he was. He played nice for now, and befriended them with that typical flirtatious act of his. He didn't plan on actually getting close to them, it was all for show. And a way to act like he was close, so that he could learn some things about the girls eagerly flirting with him to get on his good side. In reality, he was just using it to find out their strengths and weaknesses.

 

[Soleil]

River stepped into the training areana, prepared for pretty much anything at this point. On the trip over she had time to think about the past couple of days.


It also gave her time to think about her in pending doom. No matter how many times Finnick reassured her, she could only think about the fact that he couldn't promise anything. His words were hollow, but she did appreciate the sincerity in his voice. She figured he knew what she was feeling, since he had been here before not 3 years ago. She couldn't imagine what he was feeling. To survive the games, getting to go home, feeling safe from the capital and then boom, here he is again. 


She felt eyes on her as she entered the room with most of the tributes already filling up the training stations. She could see Finnick from across the room, he was smiling his beautiful face, as he flirted with the girls from districts 1 and 5. She wanted to roll her eyes at the way they drooled all over him. Sure he was attractive, and charming. But he was also arrogant, and conceded. She knew the way he waved and charmed the capital that he prided himself on being rich and well trained. He had nothing to worry about, unlike her.


She spent some time at a station where the objective was to hit the target with your weapon. She looked down at her choices. There were several different bows she could use, along with shiny metal knives all placed in a row.  She had found she was pretty good with her aim, and began practicing with little throwing knifes, hitting the mark almost every time. 


After she was done, she glanced around the arena and made eye contact with Finnick, but quickly looked away. She didn't want to be caught up in the mess of drooling girls. She approached a station that was only occupied by one other. A girl, with long red hair. What district was she from again? "Would you mind if I joined you?"

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Gale had definitely felt the whiplash of these past couple of days. After wandering from event to event, he mindlessly carried on. The suite they were in definitely more expensive then his entire town's income combined. They ate only the finest foods, and slept on what felt like pure silk. He had never felt so refreshed in his entire life. Except for the sleepless nights he stayed awake staring at the ceiling praying for it to fall on him and end this already. 


Him and Lilly didn't see much of each only after dinner when they got an hour to themselves. He wanted to put their skills together and come up with a plan, but everyday after all the events they were pretty much dead from exhaustion.


Today was the start of training and he wanted to take advantage of the facility. He knew most of the others would go to the weapon training area, so he stayed off to the side debating on going to the camouflage section. Survival was his edge up on the other tributes in the arena. He spent most of his free time in the woods, tracking and camouflaging himself.  He'd learned to go days without eating and how to build a fire without proper tools. He looked over at Lilly standing by herself. "Want to go over here?" He suggested, nodding at a free station. 

 

[ChibiMonkey]

As Finnick was flirting with the girls easily, he was honestly growing sick of himself, almost. How could girls put up with this? They were just falling all over him and listening to his every word. Not to mention it only fed his ego all the more, which it really didn't need to be fed any more than it already was. But he supposed it would at least make them easier to kill later on since they would be so trusting of him. Actually....thinking about it, they really were listening to every word he said. He could probably make them think he was on their side, and really just be using them as a barrier, or pawns to attack others while he could possible escape with River.


It wasn't honorable, and it wasn't nice. But this game wasn't about being nice. It was about surviving, who was the smartest and strongest. So for now, he would amuse the girls. Eventually though, he brushed them off with the excuse that he needed to train. Of course they only fed his ego more saying how he was the strongest here and really didn't need to. But eventually they left him be, which he sighed in relief.


Glancing around for River once more, he noticed the way she was looking at him, probably because of how he was acting with those girls from districts 1 and 5. He didn't know River that well, but he could tell that she wasn't that type, and was probably annoyed with his type of behavior. Honestly he was annoying himself with it too. However it was all for the survival of the games, gaining popularity, sponsors, trust for others so he could get rid of them more easily. It was all a means to an ends. 


As she looked around the room, she noticed most from the upper districts already had skills, a lot of fighting ones too. It worried her....well, what the hell was she getting worried over all over again. She knew this from the start, that she was going to die. Sighing as she composed herself again, she looked over to Gale who had approached her, and she smiled a bit at the familiarity of someone she knew. Even if neither of them wanted to be here, even if they would both likely die, or even have to face off at some point, it did comfort her a little bit to have someone she could know in this chaotic mess. Even if they didn't know each other that well, it was enough for Lillian.


As she was figuring out what to do, Gale suggested one of the empty machines, and she smiled a bit with a nod of her head "Yeah, that works for me" she said, preferring to be away from the crowds, especially the annoying ones flocking to Finnick. A couple minutes later, another blond girl joined her at the station and she nodded her head "Sure, go ahead" she said, a bit skeptically, though nicely as she glanced towards Gale who was also with her, before back to the blond. She didn't want to be too friendly with others, skeptical of basically every other tribute.

 

[Soleil]

River gave the girl a half smile, knowing she probably wasn't welcomed. She studied the girls face, but didn't get a hostile look back. She knew the girl was skeptical, why wouldn't she be? I mean she was going to attempt to kill her next week. 


River didn't want to kill anyone, she wanted to find a hiding place and just watch the games go on without her. But she knew that would never happen, the game maker would never let anyone just hide. She figured pairing up with Finnick was her best plan. He could be useful in the beginning at least, and hopefully wouldn't turn on her. She was still skeptical, she probably wouldn't sleep the entirety of the games. 


She looked up and noticed Finnick returning her glances. She wondered about him sometimes. She saw his whole act on the outside, flirtatious, charming, outgoing. Even through school he was the same way. Then, she would have rolled her eyes at the sight of him. She had never been interested in anyone like Finnick. But somewhere along the way, she turned her dislike to being somewhat okay with him being around. 


Looking back at the girl she sighed. "So what do we have here?" She nodded at the station in front of her. 

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Gale approached the station, with Lilly closely following behind him. He studied the different tools on the table, slowly touching each one. He was pretty good with the stations that centered on survival skills, but he figured him and Lilly could work on their weapon skills. 


"So which should we try out first?" He asked her, looking at the different options.


He noticed a girl standing behind Lilly. She had approached unnoticed, and asked if she could join in with the two of them. He didn't know what to think. Most of the tributes avoided each other like the plague. He actually couldn't even remember speaking to any of them. Some of the upper districts had gotten in a fight about who could use the best station, but peacekeepers had but a stop to that quickly. 


He glanced over at Lilly, waiting to she what she had to say. He had started to enjoy the company of the red head. They didn't speak much, but just being from the same district made him feel a little less alone. 

 

[ChibiMonkey]

Honestly Lilly didn't even want to train. She knew it would be helpful, but as she stood in a room surrounded by a lot of other tributes, every single one of them far more skilled than herself, she knew there was no point. Even if Haymitch advised that strength wasn't everything...it sure seemed like it was, and she felt hopeless. As she looked at the table of supplies to make just about any survival tool needed, she glanced to Gale as he asked about what to try first. Glancing back at the tools, she considered what they could do. "Well, what do you feel most comfortable with? Do you know how to make anything?" she asked, about to continue and tell him how, while she wasn't a good fighter, she was good at making animal traps.


She was going to tell him that, and suggest how maybe she could figure out how to modify them to be useful against the other tributes, however, remembering the girl who had joined them, she shut her mouth. What little skills she could use in this game, she didn't want to be giving away. While the blond seemed nice, she didn't know that for sure, and she really couldn't trust anyone, she figured. Haymitch even advised so, to be wary of those wanting to be your friend. Because in the end, there were no loyalties in this game to anyone but yourself, and this game brought out the worse in people.


Eventually, Finnick had thankfully gotten the girls to leave him be and go about training themselves, rather than watch him train or try ot get pointers from him. He gave a few simple ones, no-brainer, common sense kind of survival tips, but he kept it minimal. After all, this game wasn't about everyone surviving and getting out together. As he watched them leave, he looked around to turn his attention back on River, who, upon finding her standing all the way across the room on the other side, she was talking with two other tributes, the pair from District 12.


He scoffed a bit at first in amusement, shaking his head. What use was it talking to them? Twelves would be of no use to them, or so he initially thought and figured. Making his way over, he decided to see what River was up to, since after all he did want to help train her in a few basic things, so she would at least have the basics of fighting down should she need to protect herself if Finnick couldn't. Not that he was going to be killed. He was thinking more in terms if they got ambushed, some basic fighting skills could be useful. And him being the popular, expected to win tribute, it was very likely others would plan to ambush him to take him out.

 

[Soleil]

River looked at them, the tension in the air was thick; but she chose to ignore it. If anything, they'd train in silence and she enjoyed silence. The slick floor squeaked under her boots and she turn towards the table. Picking up the tools she went to work on a small bow that was well known in 4. "If you tie a knot here.." she finished the minor weapon letting in slip between her finger as it snapped into place.. "It'll be sturdy enough to hold an arrow." 


She looked back at the two tributes from 12, not sure if they were even watching. It was a specific tool from her district, and she knew Finnick would flip out if he found out she was giving out information. She figured it was harmless, it was just a simple tool that they probably had their own back in 12.

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Gale watched the girl silently as she worked her fingers. He was curious about this girl, but at the same time he knew not to trust a second of his time around her. He looked a Lilly, and gave a small shrug. He didn't know what to make of it. He looked around and noticed they were getting attention from other tributes. Districts didn't mix well with others districts, especially before the games.


When she was done, she stepped back and demonstrated the effects. It was a small model, and it wasn't anything major but it was one he'd never seen before. 


Out of the corner of his eye he saw the blonde tribute from district 4 staring over at the three of them. He didn't know the tribute, but he did know he had won the games a couple years back. Gale swallowed tightly, it was definitely going to be a hard game to win.

 

[ChibiMonkey]

Watching the girl a bit skeptically, Lillian had to wonder why she would want to be showing them a trick like that. Not only just a trick, but a weapon, more specifically. Watching her as she made the fixture in her hands, she looked to it curiously before glancing to Gale, wondering if he had any response to what she was doing. Seeing him just look at her with the same expression, shrugging his shoulders, she looking back to the blond, not knowing what to make of her.


"...Why are you showing us this? Aren't you afraid we could use it against you?" she said, not meaning to sound threatening, but honestly just curious, and trying to figure out why she would give them something that could be so useful. Lillian hated how she had to be so skeptical of others, especially others around her age, but, it was hard not to in this game. And she realized that was a part of her already changing slightly, being more wary and skeptical of others, where she hadn't been as much before. But the games hadn't even officially started and here she was, perceiving every other tribute as a threat - though, they kind of were.


Finnick wasn't entirely sure what River was doing over with the pair from District 12, but he wanted to find out, just to be sure that she wasn't going to end up making things more difficult with them. It's not like they were a concern of Finnick's. What could someone from District 12 possible do? And not to be judgemental, but looking at both the male and the redhead girl beside him, neither of them looked confident or prepared in the least. He figured they'd be quick to die in these games.


Having made his way over to River, he smiled a bit to her "Hey, what are you doing all the way over here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, glancing to the weapon she'd made in her hands to back to the two from District 12 "Shouldn't you learn to fight before making weapons?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow, mainly trying to usher her over to another training station where he could help teach her how to fight. By now, the four of them had gained a lot of attention from the other tributes, mainly because Finnick was there, but also because he was talking with the two from District 12, whom everyone else was avoiding.