.Shark Plushy (Enobaria X F.OC).

-Podium-

(Okay, so this is a filler chapter, but it is worth the read... I think? Wanna know what I wrote this chapter? This is the 74th chapter of this book, and I couldn't hold myself back, writing the start of the 75th for the 75th chapter lol)

"Don't be scared." She said with a smile as Woof needed to be grabbed to be walked to his own area to get ready.

Bare couldn't tell what arena they might have just yet, being led to her 'loading spot' by peacekeepers, it was underground after all.

The walls are old, grey, and mossy, so it must be an arena built a while back but not used. Bera did suspect early she'd be back in an arena in some way. Maybe Snow built this around that time? All she could deduce was that she wouldn't be as lucky as she was last time; this would not be a ruined city serving as her arena, it would be something she was not familiar with at all.

She was ushered into a room that closed behind her.

"Such a way to treat a lady." She mocked the empty room outside of the one bench with an outfit on it, a few hair ties, and a mirror.

She grabbed it before sighing and getting undressed.

She pulled the black and dark grey outfit with white highlights and put on her own boots once again, seeing no footwear was provided, tying them tightly.

She grabbed the three hairties and used the three of them in her ponytail to be sure they'd hold in place despite what might happen in the arena and in case it would be of use.

A hand on her hip, she looked into the full body mirror, brushing the few strands still hanging free behind her ear.

The outfit felt breathable and tight to the body... What were they already? It was something they exported to District 4 from 8... Dry suit? Wetsuit? One of them, she was sure.

"So there will be water... Or a desert... One of the two," She muttered.

Out of all districts, only 4 knew how to swim, and those districts were on the coast of Panem: 1, 3, 4, 7, 11, and 12. (Still using the old map I have used in my other fics) And even then, it was not their job, so it wouldn't be taught outright like for the district of fishing.

Bera had a lovely man as her grandfather, so she at least knew how to float... Which is saying something... Let's just hope that will help her, she saw water arena's she could remember how people moved through water, she remembers how Annie did it... Let's hope that's enough.

She sighed, tension rising.

Seeing the doors open once again, with peacekeepers coming in, ushering her to the glass tube that closed around her.

The ground shook, and it soon rose, locking her in complete darkness as it moved up and up towards her fate.

Light and heat blinded her, and she needed a moment for her eyes to adjust to her surroundings.

"Tropical." She had learnt of this in school, and if this was not tropical, then she was the president of Panem.

The podiums were in the middle of water, with stone walkways every two of them, the cornucopia seemingly only containing weapons if she squinted to see. The salt smell and the heat were already heavy, and the jungle around the edges was thick.

She looked back at the water, ignoring the countdown.

She remembers how Annie dove into the water to avoid someone running after her, she remembered, hands above her head in a point and body straight... It should work to get her close to the stone path if she jumps far enough.

With a deep breath and a hand down her face, looking up at the countdown.

Five seconds until her life changes once again.