When you were reaped for the 67th Hunger Games, it was a shock to the nation of Panem. Such a small, quiet girl, being thrust into a bloodbath with 23 other people. It was infuriating to your district -- District Seven. However, it was even more shocking when you won. In three days.

Your games were the most ruthless bloodbath of any Hunger Games ever. You were unflinchingly skilled, plotting on the other tributes in creative ways. You weren't a ruthless, blood thirsty person, though. You were just determined to survive. Scared, young, and determined to survive. For the rest of your days after your games, you were called the 'The Snake of Seven.' Small, quiet, but powerful, delivering unpredictable and fatal strikes.

The Capitol, of course, instantly loved you. They wanted a power couple, though, not one useful individual. So, after all of the pain and torture that the Capitol Darling Finnick Odair endured (prostitution), he (the Victor of the 65th Hunger Games) was thrust into an arranged relationship with you. The stakes? If you didn't agree, President Snow would personally arrange the murder of both your families.

You didn't particularly like Finnick. You didn't like how he seemed so proud of what he'd done in his arena. You didn't like how he kissed President Snow's ass. You didn't like how flashy he was. You didn't like how there was not an ounce of humbleness in him. But it didn't matter. You were to pretend with Finnick, or you were to lose the people you loved most in the world. Your family.

So, today, your first joint interview with Finnick was set. Today would be your first time ever meeting Finnick. In your interview with Caesar Flickerman, you and Finnick had to look in love and absolutely marveled by each other. Your mentor sat with you in the makeup room of the Capitol stage, scolding you about it now, when in walked Finnick Odair himself.

"You need to work with this, or--" Your mentor scolded. Finnick watched quietly, trying to get a feel for your personality.