Elena manages a small smile as she looks at the blonde boy who has a smile of his own. When they had arrived at the training earlier, Elena had practically ditched Finnick so that she could try her hand at the camouflage station again. Her district partner seemed somewhat amused by her eagerness but also rather happy at it, she was actually engaging in something and it seems to be making her happy.

"I guess I have a good teacher," her voice is quiet but it still reaches his ears, his face lighting up slightly as he grabs a brush of his own.

The two of them stand beside each other as they work on their own skin, trying to detail it enough that they'll stay hidden. Every now and again, the girl will flick her gaze to him to see what he's doing with his in order to improve her own, following his brush strokes and movements. He seems to notice, his own eyes flicking over to gaze into her own and watching in slight amusement when she blushes and looks away.

The two of them are too caught up in what they're doing that they don't notice Katniss walking over to them with an almost confused expression plastered on her face. She had seen them the previous day and yet she thought that would be it, how wrong she was. If Peeta has formed a friendship with this girl, it's all the more reason to ally with her — despite the whole Finnick situation.

"Are you ready to head to lunch?" Katniss asks and both the blondes move their gaze to the girl who looks as if she's trying to be as friendly as she can. "Are you sitting with Johanna again today?"

"I told her I would," Peeta responds and Katniss nods, the latter not liking the idea of sitting with Johanna and the others. Yesterday, she ended up sitting with Wiress and Beetee and found herself quite enjoying their company. "Elena?"

"Oh-I I'll probably sit wherever Finnick is," The teenager admits truthfully as said man beckons her over with his hand. She smiles and gestures she'll be with him in a second, taking the time to wash her arm down with soap and water. "I guess I'll see you later," she says quietly to the two of them before walking over to her district partner.

Finnick greets her with his usual smile and throws his arm over her shoulders, guiding her over to the table where Johanna and the man from seven are already sitting. The two of them sit beside each other as lunch is served up, the girl deciding not to take too much due to the fact it will more than likely make her feel sick.

"Haven't seen much of you, Rogers. Have you been hiding?" Johanna questions and the blonde looks up, shaking her head at the older woman's words.

"Keeping busy," Elena responds softly, bringing another spoonful up to her mouth and then eating it. Finnick chuckles a little beside her and she looks at him with raised eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing," Finnick says with a small wink which has her scrunching her face up in confusion. "How'd the painting go?"

"I'm getting better, it's nicer than throwing weapons," Elena replies and he nods his head, his eyes straying over her shoulder when the seat beside her is pulled out. She moves her gaze as well to see Peeta sitting there, joining Johanna like he said he would.

"Peeta! Where's Katniss?" Finnick questions and Peeta gestures to a table over in the corner where the said girl is sitting with the tributes from District three. "Well, I'm glad you decided to join us. Elena was just telling us about what she's been doing today,"

Elena can see the mischievous glint in the man's eyes as he looks between the two teenagers, Johanna smirking slightly out of the corner of her eye. Peeta seems more than happy to talk about their time painting together which only causes Finnick to smile wider. Elena is rather embarrassed by the chatter, her cheeks turning a bright red as they talk about her.

"I'm glad she's managed to find something to do here she enjoys," Finnick finally chucks in his input which causes Peeta to nod in response. "She's not a fan of weapons,"

"I'm with you there," Peeta chuckles softly.

The five of them continue to chat as lunch rolls on, some more than others. Elena is happy to sit and listen to the conversations rather than actually have an input, it's nice to hear stories of other people's homes and what they did. District seven and twelve are extremely different to her home. She'd seen so on her victory tour but it wasn't a real in-depth look - she showed up, said her prewritten speech and then fled the stage. It is something most remember about her — in the Capitol she's categorised as meek and shy, it's not far off.

That evening, the young girl sits on the roof staring out at the city below her. There are a few people out in the streets but most of her view is taken up by large buildings, lights and projections of the tributes. She can see her own face lit up next to Finnick with their District number hovering above their heads. Below that are their odds, hers cause her to look down.

30-1.

Whilst hers is not the lowest by any means, it pales in comparison to Finnick's 3-1 odds. She knows that they love him here, she has her own share of fans as well but it's nothing compared to him. They'd want him to win over her and to be perfectly honest, she wants the same thing. He's the one person in here she'd happily die for, unfortunately for her he feels the same about her. She knows that and it'll play on her mind for the entire time she's in there with him.

Elena stops herself from jumping in fright when somebody sits down beside her, her eyes moving to the boy from District Twelve as he stared out at the city himself. After a few moments, he turns his head to look at her as well.

"Nightmares?" Peeta asks her softly and she nods her head, turning her attention back to the Capitol nightlife. "Yeah, me too,"

"I have come up here many times before, in my first Games I mean," Elena speaks and Peeta is a little surprised she's initiating some sort of conversation. "Wasn't this crazy last time,"

"No, it's certainly bigger this year. Probably because of who their tributes are," Elena can detect a bit of hatred seeping through his tone and she knows she holds the same sort of feeling. "Never thought I'd be back here, you know? Not as a tribute anyway,"

"I haven't been back here since I won," Elena comments as the wind gently pushes against her blonde hair, the ponytail it had been up in earlier now gone.

"I didn't think I saw you around last year," Peeta responds, thinking back to the mentors who were around.

The two of them allow the sounds of the city take over as neither of them choose to speak, their eyes too busy surveying what's going on below them. As his presence lingers beside her, she cannot help but let her mind wonder back to the last time she had been up here — the night before her Games, crying in the arms of a boy she'd grown to care so much for over that week. She was terrified of what was to come and he somehow managed to calm her down, something many people have failed to do.

Elena leans her arms against the edge, resting her chin on them. She's aware of the fact she'll have to go back soon, if Finnick wakes up and finds she's gone, he'll probably freak out. She cannot even leave the building, so in reality, he has absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Is it normal to be even more scared than last time?" Elena finally breaks their silence as she tilts her head to gaze at him. He's now looking at her too, nodding his head slowly.

"It'll be a lot different and all these people have won themselves, someone like me doesn't stand a chance in this environment," Peeta's voice is quiet, especially as he relays the last part of his message.

"That makes two of us," Elena responds with a small frown, her voice lost in the wind. The phrase had come out so quietly, that he barely even heard the words. "People like me, we weren't made for the Games at all,"

"I don't think anybody really is," Peeta mumbles. "I think people just adapt to it instead. I don't want to be a killer and yet I helped kill somebody last year,"

Elena thinks back to her own Games, the faces of the children she'd killed running through her mind as she does so. Innocent children, their blood coating her skin and leaving invisible scars she's never been able to mend. Three. She had killed three people that year and each one brought more pain then the last. However, she has always said it's four — Everett's death was her fault and therefore she shifts the kill blame to herself.

Everett Spencer had died at her hands, whether others want to see it that way or not. He had stood in the way of a weapon that was meant to pierce her skin, send her to wherever her parents may be and yet he's with them now. His family lost their son because she was too weak to care for herself, to keep herself alive. If she could have that moment over, she would have pushed him away, let him live a happy life.

The blonde uses the sleeve of her jumper to wipe away a stray tear that slides down her cheek. Peeta has sadness fill his body as he thinks about what he went through as well, the both of them sitting there with their emotions on display and yet neither of them make a point of bringing it up.

Instead, they sit in silence and watch the lights — just the two of them.