Quinn sat at the kitchen table of Mags' elegantly decorated house. She had lived there longer than she lived outside of Victors' Village. She had put a lot of time into the decorations of each room. Each room had a different theme, but they all connected to District Four. The entry hall and the living room were based of the docks. When she had been in her twenties, she had gone around collecting old pieces of wood and made her own picture frames and decorations. Then the kitchen and dinning room, where Quinn sat, was based off of beaches. Pieces of decorations were assortments of shells that sat in vases of sand.

"Don't you want any more, Quinn?" Annie asked.

Quinn sighed and pushed her plate away, "No, I'm fine."

Part of that was true. She was fine, she wasn't hungry. But she wasn't completely fine, she could feel anxious and sickening tension building up more and more in her stomach. President Snow would be addressing the Third Quarter Quell. The first Quarter Quell had the tributes voted for by the District, the second there were four kids reaped. Two boys and two girls. Now, this, the third quell...there could be absolutely any sort of twist. And considering the current circumstances, the twist wouldn't be a good one.

"But I think I'm going to go for a walk around though..." she sighed, picking up her plate to take to the sink. "Maybe meet Finnick at the station."

Finnick had got to the Capitol for the weekend, and he was supposed to be back soon. Just in time for the announcement too. As soon as she could, she wanted to talk to him about his trip. About the letter she had him give to Orion. She wished she could have gone with Finnick, and gave Orion the message to not do anything in person. There was a lot more she just didn't write because of the fact Finnick would have it, there would have bee a chance that Finnick could have read it. There was so much more she would have said in person...

"Will you be back for the announcement?" Annie asked.

As Mags gave Quinn's hand a small goodbye squeeze as she walked by. Quinn nodded, "Yeah, probably. But I might end up going home to watch it." she replied as she walked out of the kitchen. "See you later, thanks for dinner Mags." she called over her shoulder towards the dinning room.

Then without saying another word, she stepped out of the house. It was extremely humid out, it had been for a few days. So Quinn had her hair in a tight fishtail braid down her back, a plain t-shirt, and a pair of denim shorts with a plain pair of tennis shoes. She made her way past the Victors Fountain and then towards the main part of the District. She really wasn't going anywhere in-particularly, she was mainly just going to see if Isabella was out and about-- but she wasn't surprised to see that almost nobody was out. Everyone was in their homes waiting for the announcement or watching for it in the square. Quinn didn't want to see at all, the fact that Snow was going to be controlling a twist that could make things worse-- it made her wish she had stayed in Thirteen. With Orion. But instead she was back in Four with people who agreed with her, and Orion was in the Capitol with people like his grandfather.

"Quinn,"

Quinn stopped in her tracks and turned towards the sound of Colemans voice. He was sitting outside a small house, probably the place the peacekeepers had helped him get a hold of after the warehouse was burnt down.

"Hey," she replied and took the few steps towards him. "So this is the place they got for you?" she asked.

It had one floor, and a makeshift wooden platform in front of it for him to sit on outside. Then two windows-- one on each side of the door. It was wide enough that it looked like it had different rooms, but not very big ones.

Coleman looked up at it behind him, "Yeah, not much but...it's nice on days like this." he sighed.

Then after a moment Quinn let out a long sigh.

"What? No tour?"

"Not much to see," he shrugged but stood up anyway. "But it is much cooler than out here." he said as he pushed open his door and stepped aside and let her step in before him.

She smirked a bit and stepped in before him. There really wasn't much to the house, it reminded her of the Hawthorne house in District Twelve. The table was smaller though, and on it sat a small projector already showing the Capitol symbol spinning slowly on a black screen. It was almost taunting Quinn, just laughing at her because o how she felt about the games. How she felt about knowing she would have to be a mentor.

"Told you, not much to it." he sighed as he pulled out a chair at the small table and sat down. Quinn did the same on the other side of the table. Quinn knew that this years games could be dangerous for everyone, Coleman could be a tribute this year and there would be nothing she could do about it besides be his mentor and hope she gave good advice. "Are you okay?" he asked, she hadn't said much.

She nodded, "Yeah...just nervous." she shrugged a bit, "About the games."

He gave a knowing nod and a small smile, "There won't be many more games," he stated, "Snow would have a big problem on his hands if there were."

She sighed, "But...I'm a mentor this year." she stated, "What if...what if you or Isabella-- or both of you are the tributes? If something happened to either of you..."

"We won't be the tributes," he assured her. "Whoever is a tribute, they'll be lucky to have you as a mentor." he stated.

She shook her head a bit, not convinced about that. "Why? Snow will probably hate whoever my tribute is."

"Yeah, but everyone else will like them." he told her in a matter-of-fact tone. "Because they all like you."

She sighed, "I guess so." she mumbled with a shrug.

The two of them filled an hour with talking. Quinn told him all about the safe houses in the other districts, how her group picked up two more people on their way to Thirteen. She told him all about the maps and how the Capitol got a hold of one of the maps that helped them track where they were. Then how they barely got away from some firebombs outside Twelve, she told him too how she met Katniss Everdeen in Twelve but not for long.

"Is that when you have her the mockingjay pin?" he asked.

She shook her head, "I sold the pin in their market...the hub I think they call it." she explained, "To pay the Hawthornes for helping us out."

"So Katniss had bought it," he said quietly. "That pin itself has caused trouble too."

Quinn smirked a bit, "Yeah-"

Her voice was drowned out by the sudden change in the projection. The national anthem began as the symbol faded and revealed the Justice Hall in the Capitol-- where Quinn had been crowned victor, where the tribute parade took place, and where Snow made all of the big announcements. Quinn stared at the projection, and as always President Snow approached the podium with his select group of people who worked with him close behind him. They each took a seat in a chair beside the podium as the anthem began to fade.

"Good evening, citizens of Panem." President Snow began his speech with an upbeat, and almost cheerful tone. It made Quinn cringe to think that some people believed that he was actually like that. "I stand before you today, to prove of what we, as a nation, have overcome. Seventy-six years ago, we lost a peace of or nation that made us strong. District Thirteen did indeed pay an ultimate price, we as a nation were weakened-- but we have overcome, we as a nation have proven that we are strong enough to sustain ourselves." his words were powerful, and he barely looked down at the paper he had carried with him. "The Capitol has provided for each of the remaining districts, like a mother who cares for her newborn child-- with care, love, and respect." then he took a pause, there was something different about it though.

"It was written that every twenty-five years, there would be a game with special significance. These games were to be called The Quarter Quell," the onlookers in the Capitol cheered. "As a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this the Third Quarter Quell, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of Victors in each district."

Quinn's stomach dropped to the floor the the house, and she could feel the contents of her stomach churning around to make a reappearance.

As the cheering continued, Snow kept talking. "And citizens of the Capitol will vote for their own two tributes, their favourite Victor among the mentors, and a fellow citizen in the Capitol. Giving this years games a total of twenty-six tributes, and a final reminder that not a single soul in our beloved nation can overcome the Capitol."

Colemans eyes snapped from the projector and looked towards Quinn. Almost as much fear in his own eyes as there was in her own.

Quinn could feel her breath become a knot in her throat. Her stomach was still twisting. The whole point of winning the games was never having to be in them again. There was no chance for her now, Snow had two chances to get her back in the arena. The initial reaping and the vote in the Capitol. The thought of it made her head spin, being back in the arena-- if she thought her arena was bad, this one, the arena for the Quarter Quell would be worse.

Quinn pushed herself back from the table roughly, her stomach still churning. And fear building up more and more in her entire body, she could feel the knot in her throat get bigger and bigger until she could feel her eyes starting to burn.

"I have to go." she announced abruptly as she stood up quickly.

"Quinn-"

"I have to go." she announced again as she hurried from the small shack. She ran towards Victors' Village again, Finnick had to have been home by then.

This was her fault. It had to have been. Finnick would be in the arena again, Katniss would for sure-- it was all because of her! If she hadn't started anything-- then this wouldn't be a problem. She could feel her leg throbbing, she shouldn't have been running on her leg she knew that. But there was no point in it now. In a matter of weeks she was going to be dead.

"Finnick!" Quinn's voice came out louder than she had even intended, and before she even reached the door. "Finnick!" she rapidly began to knock on the door, and when he didn't answer it soon enough, she tried opening it for herself. Sure enough the door opened and she let herself in-- Finnick sat in the living room. Slouching down over his knees on the edge of the couch. The projector was still on, the Capitol symbol had returned to the black screen. "Finnick?"

"Annie can't go through another games..." he said, his voice was weak and muffled because he was looking down at the floor.

Quinn stared at him for a moment. She had been expecting to show up and have him console her, not the other way around. Quinn shut the door behind her, and then made her way over to the couch and seated herself next to him. Finnick loved Annie, she knew that. And Annie couldn't survive another arena, that just wasn't possible. She'd go insane forever and Finnick would really lose her.

"I'll volunteer for her, Finnick." the words slipped out of her mouth before she even thought of them, "Snow wants me in the arena, Finnick. If she's picked, I'll volunteer."

Finnick's eyes jumped up to her face, his cheeks already stained from tears. "I don't want you to go in there either." he stated.

"I don't want you or Annie in there, or Mags..." she replied, "We could help each other in there, Finnick."

"Both of us can't win..."