"Guinevere, the phantom, won her games at the age of 12, the only to have ever done it"
Guinevere St James was a child, a child that was turned into a weapon far too early.
"the odds have never been in our favour, its time we all realised that."
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the train stopped along the following districts along the way, but each stuck to their own carriage, not speaking to anybody else.
though the mentor from district 7 popped in at one point to talk to Finnick, but Evie was even more scared of her than she was of her own mentor.
she missed the sympathetic look the Victor sent her way.
eventually they pulled up to the Capitol, where people stood outside the station, screaming their names.
Evie stood at the window with a childlike grin, slipping into the character that Finnick told her to.
the Capitol's daughter.
the perfect child.
she waved enthusiastically at the people of the Capitol, no matter how much she couldn't stand it.
"go join her." Finnick told the male tribute, who moved to stand next to her with a confident smile, puffing his chest out.
they waved at the public as if it was their job.
Evie supposed it now was.
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"okay, first thing that'll happen is you'll be polished. you'll be scrubbed, and prodded, and it won't feel good. after that, you'll meet your stylists, district's sometimes share, they sometimes don't. this year, you do. her name is Atala."
Flavius rolled his eyes at the mention of the stylist, clearly having some annoyance to the woman.
Evie and Finley nodded in sync, they knew there'd be discomfort. they'd have to get used to it.
Finnick finished talking just in time, because soon after peacekeepers came in to escort them to where they needed to be while Flavius and Finnick went to meet up with Atala already.
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laying on the table, naked, after - much like Finnick said - being scrubbed and polished, she was passed a robe and escorted to the stylist quarters.
Atala was a woman, about 24, with tanned skin, and flawless brown wavy hair that flowed down to her waist, and light blue eyes that stood out against her appearance, making her even more striking.
she was wearing a black pair of suit trousers with a light blue - matching her eyes - corset type top on.
she was arguably attractive.
and even 12 year old Evie couldn't help but be nervous in her presence.
"hi.." she whispered out softly making the stylist chuckle.
