The Life of A Victor || Finnick Odair

CHAPTER 22

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"Do you want to do anything?" Finnick asked. Everyone had gone silent since he had asked her to survive. The mood in the room was getting more awkward by the second. "Not really. It won't be long until Ohan arrives anyway," she replied.

The Capitol people always woke up late, so the Hunger Games started at late hours of the day. Either way, the tributes had to be transported to the Arena and prepared, so they didn't get that satisfaction. Just after the break of Dawn, Ohan would be there to get her to the Arena.

As if he had heard her, Ohan appeared through the door. Everyone in the room looked frightened at the stylist. It was time to let go, but they weren't ready. As Ohan gave a simple shift for Dove to wear, he looked with pity at her mentors.

Once she was ready, she turned back to her mother and Melo, giving them one last hug. "I love you two so much," Dove whispered. Letting go, she walked to Mags, who looked at her with teary eyes. Mags was like a grandma to her, saying goodbye was really difficult, and she wasn't good at goodbyes.

Dove let go of Mags to hug Finnick, the last person left for her to say goodbye to. "Take care of them for me," she whispered to him. 

"I will. . . take care of yourself," Dove nodded at his words. During the hug, she discreetly left her rope in one of his jacket's pockets. "Something to remember me by," she whispered back, before letting go of him.

"I love you all." Dove said. That was it, her last words had been said. Now she had to follow Ohan to the roof, where a ladder from a hovercraft appeared right in front of her.

Half an hour later, she reached the catacombs of the Arena. The Launch Room where she would receive her last preparations was noticeably brand new. They prepared everything for the Capitol people to visit after the Hunger Games had ended.

She showered and cleaned her teeth, trying not to vomit at the sight of the Capitol food all the tributes were distributed. Ohan did her hair in a sort of pigtail that rested on her back. The clothes finally arrived. The stylists weren't allowed to intervene with them and didn't even know, so they wouldn't tell the tributes. So they were going to be a surprise to both of them.

As Ohan unzipped the bag, both of them stared at the different clothing. From a sleeveless shirt to a jacket. "The material of the jacket is made to reflect body heat. Better expect cold nights," Ohan spoke up as she got dressed.

She was ready. Everything was in place. "Just one last thing," Ohan said before taking a necklace from his pocket. That's my necklace! But I gave it to Melo. . . She thought as she stared at it.

"Where did you get that?" Dove asked, confused. "Melo gave it to me after the opening ceremony. He wanted it to be your token. Do you want my help to put it on you?" he offered, to what Dove nodded.

Moments after, a female voice announced it was time for launching. Dove walked to the platform as she looked at Ohan. She hadn't said any goodbyes to him.

"I'm not saying goodbye because I know you'll be back. I can't bet, but if I could, I would bet on you, goddess of the sea," he announced.

Dove nodded with a light chuckle. "It was a pleasure to be your model. Keep up the good work, Ohan." She said. Ohan let out a slight laugh just before the platform rose. Once she was in the open air, the voice of Claudius Templesmith roared around the Arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let the Sixty-seventh Hunger Games begin!"

The Arena was completely different from last year. It was some sort of dessert with few, close to none, water supplies. One of the biggest was a lake on the right side of the Cornucopia. The Careers would go there for sure, so it was best to avoid it.