❝I'm the survivor, I'm gonna make it, I will survive.
Keep on surviving ❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Velren Black, a hero against his will, is once again caught up in the deadly games orchestrated by the Capitol.
[Finnick Odair x Male OC]...
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𓏲 . SURVIVAL GAME . .៹♡ CHAPTER THREE ─── SUGAR CUBE
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Once Velren arrived at the capitol he was bombarded by a multitude of bight colors; people clambered around, waving and screaming out to them as the train slowed, pulling into the station. He and Celestia stood right next to each other, refusing to smile or wave back, refusing to even acknowledge any of the people around them.
As soon as the two District 13 tributes arrived in the new training center, they were split up in a frenzy to get prepared for the opening parade. They were one of the last districts to arrive, so they were rushed off in a hurry.
Velren gritted his teeth as Liam ripped a strip of cloth from his leg and pulled out the hair underneath. "Sorry!" he whispered in his silly Capitol accent. "You're just so hairy!"
"But there is one piece of good news. This is the last one. Ready?" Liam asked as Benjamin tended to his near-perfect eyebrows and Tom tended to his three-day beard. Velren gripped the edge of the table he was sitting on and nodded. Liam ripped the last strip of paper that removed the hair from his legs with a loud riiip!
"So, all done! Shall we go and get Isabella?" Benjamin asked, and stepped back at about the same time as Tom. Everyone stepped back to inspect Velren and look for flaws or imperfections on the naked body. "Let's go then!" grinned Tom.
Velren waited for Isabella to appear. His eyes searched every crevice of the room's cold white walls and floor tiles. The Remake Center really hadn't changed.
"Velren Black!" He snapped his head up to be engulfed in a tight embrace. Isabella didn't care that he was naked. She broke apart from Velren and told him that he could put on his robe. "It's been two years, what a shame that we had to meet like this...Which is why I'm going to make this year be your best! You're going to be absolutely gorgeous!"
Velren let Isabella lead him into a room where the three other helpers were waiting for their arrival and preparing everything for the costume of his chariot. Isabella turned to Velren, with an affectionate yet mysterious gleam in her blue eyes. "So Velren, you still have no fear of fire, do you?"
