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Finnick sighed and cast his finished net up over her head before swaggering over to the other careers, greeting Gloss. There was a sort of tension between the boys, each turning away soon after.

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Both turned at once, each nodding and volunteering ecstatically. Puffing their chests in pride. Gloss was thicker and more muscular, but Finnick was several inches taller, his green eyes gleaming with intelligence

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"Hand to hand combat" Gloss suggested, and Finnick immediately agreed. The boys normally got on well, but Brenlin brought hem both to odds.

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"All against the other" Finnick commented, anticipating the bedlam that would ensue with a decision of teams.

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Gloss hesitated, yet Finnick immediately took hold of her ankle, pulling it up to throw her off balance and onto her back, smirking down at her with a slight, flirtatious wave of his fingers. Seconds later, a whump sounded as Gloss slammed into his shoulder and sent him reeling backwards. The bulkier victor grasped Brenlin's hand and pulled her up before rushing at Finnick, who ducked just in time.

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Finnick rolled his eyes at her and easily pressed her back, slipping her off Gloss's back as he slung her lightly onto the floor, Gloss putting the swimmer in a chokehold from behind, his eyes glinting playfully as Finnick flailed.

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Gloss finally released with a hefty laugh, rolling out from underneath Finnick as he choked and wheezed for breath, sitting up slowly, shaking his head quickly. "Damn man-" Finnick laughed, though his eyes were far less humorous as he looked on Gloss.

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Finnick just nodded, slinging an arm around her shoulders, but Gloss grabbed a towel, his large muscles rippling as he dabbed off, shaking his head. "Your base ideas and tactics are good" he nodded to the beautiful girl. "But impractical. In an actual battle setting, I would have broken your neck three seconds in" he shook his head seriously.

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He nodded. "If Finnick had a tighter grasp on your ankle, you could have broken it twisting out like you did. You should, instead, bring your foot down in a downward sweeping kick. " he demonstrated for her.

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"Well..." He wasn't even aware of any interest or flirtation at this point. He was focused as a dog on the hunt. This was like second nature to him. "You never use your weight to pin someone. You're too light" he shook his head. "But if you must...sit lower down"

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"Umm..you want me to use you or Finnick?" He asked, brows knitting together like the great dumb brute the nation thought he was.

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He swallowed slowly, nodding as he lay on the ground, biting the inside of his cheek. "Lay on my lower back and straddle me, keeping your center of gravity low, elbow in between my shoulder blades" he said

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"Now take your elbow and press it between my shoulder blades" he nodded, glancing back over his shoulder at her.

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He groaned but sharply brought his right hand up to grasp her wrist, flinging her off his into the mat as he stood. "Always be watching. Never relax" he chided

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Finnick pouted haightily as Gloss easily hoisted her up and stood her up, arm around her shoulders. "Looks like Finnick needs some attention" he chuckled.

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((I don't know who i want her with right now tbh))
He nearly shoved Gloss out of the way, passing through the doors of the sparring area and strolling over to the trident throwing section, gait strong and steady. His chest puffed proudly- this was his forte. He selected the third trident on the row, a golden one with silver tips. He hefted it skillfully, tossing it it the air a couple times to balance it, powerful arms flexing. He turned to a target and immediately hurled the trident at it, nailing the bullseye with little trouble.

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He turned to examine her form, smirking in an almost drunken state, inhaling her scent. "Relax.." he breathed hotly in her ear, pressing in at her lower back and down at her shoulder. "Drop you shoulder..you want a nice arc"

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He rolled his eyes. "Well, love, let's not get too cocky.." He pried her trident from the dummy and tossed it back to her. "Let's see how you do against me" he winked, wielding the trident like a feather weight.

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He swung the trident up, hands right under the spear head, the golden shaft sweeping under her feet, making her fall harshly to the mat. "Your move" he chuckled, hands gripping the trident as if it were merely an extension of himself.

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He set his jaw, looking over the other tributes. His eyes were far from resting on her. He was too busy sizing up threats and weaknesses, eyes catching everything in a matter of moments.

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He shrugged and chuckled a bit, arms crossed as he swaggered next to her. "Ah.." he had the mischevious smirk on his face. "You forget I've been here before. I've done it all."

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"Nope. Let's look at..archery" he said, hand on her back as he ushered her along with him towards the station. Honestly, archery was useless to him when he could just hurtle the spear headed arrow at his combatant, but his goal at this point was to keep her at his side.

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"You don't know which now they'll give you. Never use your favorite weapon of the bunch. Use the worst. Or else it's the one that will show up in the cornucopia. " he smirked, picking one at random and knocking an arrow.

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"Relax your shoulders, drop your elbow, keep your wrist and fingers out of the way" he chuckled, firing one into the chest of a dummy. "Remember. You have no wind to compete with right now"

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((It ended in a comma was there more?))

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"Closer?" He chuckled and pressed his hips against her butt just so she could feel the large bulge in his right training outfit. It was no mystery why all the Capitol women demanded him, he was quite well endowed. "That's no problem" he breathed against her ear, smirk nearly audible on his liquid voice.

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Finnick rolled his eyes sardonically, palms rolling over the ample extra flesh of her sides and lower stomach. She was was certainly a little on the heavier end of girls he'd known, as most were far too starved to get enough door to maintain a weight of high volume. She was such a unique pearl, and it made him love it even more.

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"Good" he laughed loudly, winking at one of the female tributes who had been walking, stretching his arms as he left the station for net making, where he sat down and begin leisurely knitting together a most intricate one.

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((Uhmm sure. How long roughly?

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He turned and looked down to her, his smile warm and pleasant, as if he wasn't currently training to elude death. "Well, it's good to see you again" he chuckled, standing up a bit straighter, his purely muscular form glistening in the bright lights with beads of sweat. "And what can I help you with?" He smirked sweetly.

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"What's this?" He asked, two fingers grasping the bracelet as she moved to drop her arm. It looked well worn. Was this her token? He put down his sword and stopped to give her his attention, brow raised in question.

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He smirked, blonde hair falling slightly in his face. Without letting his eyes stray from her face he hurtled his sword through a dummy, which fell over backwards. He chuckled. "You picked a good ally'

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He stretched his arms out and yawned, looking down at her with his casual smirk, swinging an arm around her shoulder. "Sure think, baby doll" he chuckled, strolling out of the center and towards the cafeteria.

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They reached the lunch room and Gloss immediately steered her towards the tributes, but a bright and familiar voice called out to her from across the room. "Brenlin!" Finnick called, standing from his table, hand stretched out in her direction, indicating the lunch tray he had already filled for her.

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He sighed as he sat down across from her, running a tanned hand through his auburn hair, the tips of which had been so loved and kissed by the coastal sun they were now blonde. "Brenlin. You can't trust them." His tone was severe but the smile never slipped from his face as he nodded to Brutus and Enobaria politely.

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"All of them." His voice was a deadly low and raspy tone as he spoke, trying desperately to convey to the star struck girl the braveness of her situation. Her life was on the line. And he wouldn't let her die at his hand.

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"I..." He caught Gloss's concerned look, which quickly turned to a righteous and winning smirk as he stood, grabbing a handful of sugar cubes and rushing off. "Wait-Bren!" He called for good measure, popping a sugar cube into his mouth and smirking as he darted up the stairs two at a time until he reached the fourth floor

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"I..." He caught Gloss's concerned look, which quickly turned to a righteous and winning smirk as he stood, grabbing a handful of sugar cubes and rushing off. "Wait-Bren!" He called for good measure, popping a sugar cube into his mouth and smirking as he darted up the stairs two at a time until he reached the fourth floor

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"Sugar cubes" the white stairwell lighting illuminated his caramel ski as he hoisted his hand i offering. "Care for one? They're as sweet as you" he chuckled with a wink.

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He pressed one against her lips, putting his hand against the small of her back and steering her towards the elevator with a quickened step. As soon as the doors slid silently shut, he pressed the button to darken the windows. "We need to talk about your boyfriend" he sighed

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"I saw him last night..after all the tributes had gone to bed..he and a few other male tributes were speaking to Snow." he growled the name, his neck and arms visibly tensing as he crossed them over his chest.

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He huffed, anger rolling off of him in waves as he leaned away from her. "No. But I think it's because most of the tributes who aren't careers had been planning something-something big. They weren't happy with being rechosen. We were supposed to be safe."

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Finnick managed a half-hearted chuckle at the girl,offering her his hand. "Come on. We can't be sleeping in the elevator. We aren't from twelve, after all" He popped another sugar cube in his mouth and pressed the button for their floor again.

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"Of course" he sighed, supporting most of her weight, slinging an arm around her as they walked into their rooms. "Go get changed and shower first" he called, ushering her off towards her room.

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He slid the door open and smiled down at her, his smirk calm and easy, as if he wasn't staring imminent death in the face. "Well hello, my little sea shell" he chuckled, young and elfish in every sense of the word. Like he hadn't seen so many of to death, and was fearing the same for Brenlin. Tat was part of it, not to think about it.

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"Oh." he winced and feigned offense as he put his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and walked towards her. "Seashells are treasures. Catfish-? Ugh" he made a face, but crawled into bed and pulled her close to him, inhaling her sea salt scent. She smelled like home.

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He sighed, taking a long moment to collect his thoughts, merely holding her and playing absentmindedly with her hair. "Be wary of him. I don't trust him. Remember. He and his district are the striving younger siblings of the Capitol. Their intentions are untrue and not to be trusted." He pulled back, to look down upon her in all seriousness. "I mean it. Don't get yourself killed"

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He hoisted himself up onto his arm to look down at her, sighing. "You'll make it. Don't worry" He hid the fear and pain of years. Of killing his friends, of being the Capitol's whore. He was done. This had to be the end

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An anger washed over him, a deep and settled anger, stirred up as the sand when a shark laying in wait darts up and away. He sat up and turned upon her, bearing down as an angry, cornered animal, raising as much noise as he wanted. They were on their own floor and no one could hear. "Don't you dare say that, ever again!" he yelled, flushing red as he shook. He had lost Annie, he couldn't lose her too. "You won't die! You can't die..." And just as fast as it had come, it was gone, like a sea breeze, his breath once again calm.

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He realized his mistake and sighed, sinking down to the bed beside her and brushing her hair from her face, fingers rough from years of net tying brushing against her baby smooth skin. "I've sent too many off to lose them. I'm there with you this time. I won't let another tribute die. Not when I can defend you" he breathed