finnick odair saw the capitol tribute training facilities quite often, as a mentor after winning the 65th hunger games, he trained tributes there yearly, and ocassionally trained himself to keep in shape. this year however, he was stepping in with the other tributes for the 75th hunger games.

yes, he'd been reaped again. president snow most definetly had his reasons for making the tributes for the 3rd quarter quell a gathering of ex victors; quite possibly to ensure the indirect death of katniss everdeen. it was unfair, really, that victors were promised their safety and security of life, yet now they were pulled back into a death by circumstance that would be broadcasted to panem for entertainment of the rich.

it was one of the training days they had before the games started the following week. finnick was taking a breather, absently tying and untying a knot as he watched his old mentor, a sweet old woman named mags teach katniss everdeen how to make a fishhook.

the center was busy, the simulators, facilities, and mini terrains all in full use under the watchful eye of the gamemakers from behind their forcefield. when a certain tribute approached him, he cracked a smile, flashing the dimples on his cheeks in a manner that could only be described as mocking.

"well hello there. again."