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[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Finnick shook his head, his jaw setting and unsetting. He and Gloss were one and the same. "We're just doing what we have to to survive. It doesn't end after the games, Brenlin. Get ready. It never ends" he shook his head, tossing the cases aside. "You watch the rest yourself"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Because." he showed up back beside her, leaning over the back of the couch, ignoring the escort's eyes burning into the back of his head. "I'm making sure of it" he urged

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He walked in soon after, leaning against her wall and sliding down against the ground, watching the slow movement of waves. He knew he wasn't going back. Somewhere deep down, he knew it

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He stood and walked to her side, taking her hand in his and exhaling softly as he shook his head. "Why is that, Brenlin?" he whispered dreamily, his sea green eyes still on the waves.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh..good to know I'm visually pleasing" he scoffed, rolling his eyes as he slowly yawned, tuning his head into her, her breath against his muscular arm.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"So I'm just a hunk of eye candy who reminds you of your parents. What every man wants to be..." He sighed, shaking his head yet pulling her in against him.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He smirked slightly and rolled his eyes. "Please Bren. You're the talk of the district. Everyone loves you" he whispered, fingers meticulously brushing her hair from her face. "You're beautiful"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

His face remained serious. "Interviews are tomorrow night. You're supposed to play the innocent and sweet yet sassy small town girl" he whispered.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He sighed and waited till she was sound asleep, walking back towards his room in the silent darkness of the slowly swaying train, the movement taking him home to the boats

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Finnick stood in a towel, drinking his coffee quietly as he watched her with an amused smirk, his stylist nowhere in sight. "Having fun?"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Finnick rolled his eyes as dramatically as possible, snorting as he looked her over, messy hair and all. "Toss me a biscuit." he caught it, taking a beat and winking suggestively at the style team. "My stylist said "Oh Finnick, you are perfection. You need no more" he smirked

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He raised his hands in innocence, eyes widening as he turned and held his biscuit in his mouth, picking up his coffee and holding it with one hand so it sagged at the sides as he walked towards his room.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He sighed, heading to his room, unscrewing an expensive brass jar of gel and scooping it into his hands and tousling his hair a few artful times into its perfect mess, slipping into a pair of black pants, a nearly sheer white blouse, and a wide metallic belt. A shell necklace from his home, going tastefully and decidedly barefoot as he strode into the main room and lounged on the couch.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Johanna turned around abruptly, harsh and judgmental eyes on her, combing up and down her body and face. "What do you think, curves. It's by district. You've been forced to watch this every year for your entire life, you'd think you'd know this" she scoffed scathingly.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Finnick stood with Gloss and a select few other male tributes, arms across their chests, heads inclined as ancient Indians did when discussing plans of attack on a hunt, their eyes gleaming with blood thirsty intent, Finnick's bright white smile taking on a different sort of gleam.

Glimmer was standing a bit away from the group, and saw Brenlin fast approaching them. No, she couldn't interrupt. Not now. She caught the girl by the arm, smoothly shifting her direction and putting an arm around her shoulder as she walked the opposite way with her. "Brenlin you look amazing! Much better than a cheap, walking jewelry store display case" she smirked, gesturing to her own dress.

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She waved her off stepping back and looking down upon herself as she beckoned her to as well. "Nonsense. Look at this! There's a difference between luxury and grandeur, and tacky overkill. " she put emphasis on the last part. "Plus it does nothing for me!" She lifted her bust. "Wish I had a body like yours" she shook her head, blonde ringlets quivering

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Not everyone darling" she chuckling, looking down to her, her voice and expression naturally demeaning. "Just...them" she nodded to the original group and the females milking around it.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Glimmer knew where her gaze was, and smiled gently. She hoped to God her brother finally had someone. "No female was left in your district. There was a re-draw" she explained simply.

Her brother was standing, feet slightly apart, arms crossed and muscles tight, listening to Finnick. His eyes slowly scanned the room, though his mouth turned up at the corners when he saw her.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Glimmer rolled her eyes as sardonically as she could manage, fixing her hair gingerly and shaking her head. "Honestly, Brenlin, don't tell me you're that stupid" she smirked, taking in the girl's expression. "He fancies you"

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"Oh please. No no no. Don't do that" she chuckled with a smirk, finding her tough facade so fake. So easily seen through to see the scared little girl within. "Besides. It only helps your chances" she shrugged simply

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Gloss straightened the silver, gleaming jacket that shimmered like the glittering metal in the lights of backstage. It fit him well, yet his muscles still showed beneath it. Finnick and him were speaking, his back to the girls. when suddenly, as if sensing he were the subject of conversation, he whipped his head around.

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Gloss passed her, eyes on her, sweeping her body before locking gazes, wrapping an arm around his sisters waist. "Come on Cashmere," he mumbled, rubbing his firm jaw with a sigh.

Finnick caught Brenlin by the arms, turning her with her back to him, leaning down, lips against her ear. "You need to decide. You have to have a ploy for the interviews.l he breathed softly.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"I don't know Bren" he looked down upon her with reserved worry, lining up in front of her but turning around to face her as Gloss and Cashmere were called to stage. "It'll be alright. Just don't let them see you're scared"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Finnick simply crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes, smirking and shaking his head. "No idea" he sighed, laughing quietly. "Poor guy"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Finnick nodded smugly, turning his gaze away from the girl at his side and to the monitor, where Gloss was waving to the crowd.

Gloss looked out across the crowd, beaming. He felt so hurt, betrayed. By the very Capitol he served. It was for that reason alone he had agreed to help the rebellion. "Good evening Ceasar," he smiled brightly, sitting down.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Gloss knew this area of the games almost as well as the arena. He'd trained for it. Lived for it. He laughed lightly. "Oh, you mean Finnick?" He gently guided the mic towards his mouth and looked dead into the camera, smirk dark and joking. "I love you, Finnick O'dair. How's that Ceasar?" He chuckled.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh please Brenlin. This is not a job interview...this is much more important" he laughed, the costumed Capitol audience members roaring. "Now. You, my dear, are the new tribute here. Do you have anything you wish to tell the people of Panem, so we may get to know you?" He smiled politely, large teeth sparkling white.

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Caesars eyebrows skyrocketed. "Well. Sounds to me like the returning victors are in for a run for their money, eh?" He laughed.

Backstage, the tributes from earlier, in addition to the females, all groaned in unision. "Oh yeah, because there aren't eight temptresses that die every year" she groaned, shaking her head

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"Oh. We're all aware.." Caesar smirked at the crowd, the girls gasping before he turned back to her, orange skin and white teeth shining. "How do you handle him as a distraction? Because, level with me, he has to be one, doesn't he?" he laughed.

Gloss shook his head, walking over to Finnick's side. He looked tense, arms crossed, one hand over his mouth. "Why wouldn't you coach her more...no one will remember a temptress when she'd standing next to you" she sighed.

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Finnick straightened, looking taken aback and holding onto the lapels of his jacket, pretending to straighten them. He caught Gloss giving him a look out of the corner of his eye and landed a sharp elbow in his side.

Caesar laughed automatically with the audience, turning back to her and flashing his blindingly white teeth. "Well, what about your rumored "distraction" from district one, eh?" he egged her, with a smirk

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He laughed, ushering her off the stage and continuing with the interviews.

Finnick laughed at her, shaking his head with a chuckle. "You little, ridiculous girl" he smirked, exchanging glances with Gloss

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Gloss's gaze followed her all the way down the hall and he huffed, shaking his head as he turned to his sister. "I can't figure her out" he mused like a child, making Glimmer roll her eyes.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He whipped his head around, smiling wolfishly. "Why don't you talk to me after your district wins an actual games. And you won't. Because I'll kill you first" he snarled, meaning every word he said, muscles tightening.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He ground his jaw loud enough for the room to hear, eyes of a killer shining upon the now frightened girl. He straightened, slowly calming as he turned, looking down upon her, eyes still simmering, looking at her grip on him. "What are you doing?"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He rolled his eyes, stumbling a bit as he followed after her, leaving his sister laughing in their wake. Wo, this was embarrassing

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He frowned slightly, narrowing his eyes for half a second as he swallowed, trying to figure out her game. He resolved that she was likely trying to earn his trust, then kill him in the ring. Why hadn't Finnick told her about the uprising? He obediantly sat up and slid the zipper down her back.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He leaned back a bit, eyes straining to stay on her face when mere seconds before she had been full bare before him like some fertility symbol the ancients would worship. His fingers and hands twitched, wanting to hold onto her supple flesh. "I...I know that" he noddded solemnly, licking his lips in a moment's pause

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

His eyes closed in momentary bliss at the feeling he hadn't felt since his training for this games had started, his hands hovering over her skin, yet wary of touching her as he exhaled. "Yes" he whispeeed

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

His hands had finally landed on her body, with immense gratification at her softness. "Yes?" he asked quietly, exhaling softly as he watched her.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He rolled his eyes and shrugged. "Jeez Brenlin, I don't concern myself with the politics of a lesser district" he scoffed, shrugging and leaning up on one elbow.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He say up and pouted slightly, a smoulder that worked well on his smooth as silk face. He wrapped a strong arm around her, the back of his left hand brushing her cheek. "Please, Brenlin, I just ask that you trust me"

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He paused, releasing her from his grasp in hurt, straightening as he looked down to her in bed, eyes studying her, stiffening and rubbing the back of his neck. When it came down to it, he wasn't like Finnick. He wasn't nearly as flamboyant or flirtacious. Just..a soldier. In essence. "I'll go.."

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

His gaze changed as he watched the biblical Jezebel before him, his eyes free to roam her unguarded body without fear of reprimandation.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He laughed at her softly, a deep and secure sounding laugh. One that praised her, not mocked her. "Ohh yes. Thinking with my penis and enjoys beating others up. So original" he smirked

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"No, it's not. I wouldn't do that" he sighed, shaking his head and looking at the floor. "Though honestly I shouldn't be here. I'm already worried with keeping my sister alive" he huffed

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"You'll survive. I assure you" he said confidently, sitting up and watching her tenderly for a moment before sighing as he sat up, shaking his head and resting it in his hands. "You'll make it out"

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

"I just am. Trust me." he breathed, sighing once more as he watched the multicolored lights of the capitol dance around the room.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He shrugged simply, an easy going smirk on his face. He spoke of death as if it were losing a football game. "Can't win them all" he said matter of factly, looking across the room

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

Finnick looked up from the station where he sat happily, weaving a net as if he were a child back on the shores of four. "Brenlin!" He called with his usual happy smile, waving her over.

[KBelle, Roleplayer Extrordinare]

He looked a bit crestfallen, and quickly shrugged and turned his head down, knotting off the portion he was working on. "I don't want to give my talents away.." he muttered, glancing up at her with an odd look.