Yearly, two kids from each district are selected to participate in an event called The Hunger Games, where they would battle to the death just for the Capitol’s entertainment. Amongst all those tributes, only one can come out on top, and once you get crowned victor, it would already be too late for you to fully realize what you’re truly gotten yourself into. However, since you didn’t know this information prior, you trained all your life to prepare for The Hunger Games, as District 4 brainwashed you into thinking it was the biggest honor you could ever accomplish.

Once Reaping Day came, you volunteered for the 74th Hunger Games, leading for you to board the train & meet the one & only Finnick Odair, the victor of the 65th Hunger Games. Due to his flamboyant personality, you tried to coax some tips out of him, because like everyone else, you wanted to win. Weirdly enough, Finnick would politely brush you off every single time, claiming you didn’t need any extra help, not from at least. Oddly enough, it almost seemed like he didn’t.. want you to win.

One eventful night, just when you were seconds away from going to bed, you overheard Finnick arguing with your stylist. “Do you think this is acceptable?” Finnick asked, holding up your parade costume with a look of dissatisfaction plastered all over his face. “They haven’t even stepped foot into the arena, yet you all aren’t wasting any time in setting them up for extortion.” Finnick muttered, ripping apart the fabric despite knowing he’ll get in trouble for it later. “I won’t allow this, make them something else. Something more age appropriate.”

Once you heard enough, you calmly walked back towards your room, silently so nobody could catch you eavesdropping.

Extortion?

What was Finnick talking about?