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Everything had fallen apart, once Quinn Maverick was finally in the dark shadows-- Katniss Everdeen took her place.

"Plutarch Havensbee will make a fine game maker," Snow said honestly. "He has great things in store for the Quarter Quell."

Orion scoffed. Snow didn't say anything more, nor did he glance at Orion either. He only continued looking down the stairs, towards the brightly dressed Capitol people that had come to celebrate the announcement of the Quarter Quell the following evening.

"I'm sure he does." Orion frowned, taking a drink from a silver tray that an avox held at the bottom of the stairs.

Snow sighed and put a hand on Orion's shoulder for a moment. Stopping him in his tracks, "You should be much more greatful, my boy," he said in a quiet voice. "I easily could have had you and Quinn Maverick locked away as soon as you set foot back into the Capitol. I could have killed both of you by having the remains of Thirteen bombed back to the stone ages."

"But you didn't," Orion replied, he rolled his eyes. "It's part of my image, grandpa. I'm not grateful." his tone was pierced with sarcasm. Orion could do a lot more damage to President Snow if he wanted, and Snow knew that. If Orion wanted to, he could confess to everyone what had happened in the past. Both of them only pressed each other's buttons, neither of them would make the move that they were both scared of. So Snow simply let Orion keep his image as a Radical, but also kept a better eye on him.

Snow pressed his eyebrows together, "Be careful of the tone you use with me, Orion."

Orion didn't say anything, "I'm thirsty. I'll see you later-"

"You've got a perfectly good drink in your hand."

"I don't want it," Orion replied as he turned around. "You're drinking the same thing." he finished glancing at President Snows red drink, and then set his own back on the silver tray as he walked away.

The short time that Orion had been in District Thirteen, he had actually gotten used to the plain gray material, no makeup, no nothing...so much so that when he was put in this much stuff he missed the dull life style in Thirteen. Then again, he had never really enjoyed everything about the Capitol. But he would have been lying if he said he hated every aspect of the Capitol. Orion made his way past the brightly coloured people towards the drink table. He said hello to a few of the people who greeted him, but he didn't stop to talk to them.

"Orion!"

Nope, he thought, just don't turn around. He told himself as he stopped in front of the long table that had a round glass tower that held an assortment of cupcakes. Then around that were dark blue and green drinks.

"Orion,"

Orion still didn't move. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone, and he definitely didn't want to talk to anyone who his grandfather would possibly think he's plotting something. But of course, the famous Finnick Odair who had been in the Capitol for the weekend didn't stop until he was standing next to him. Orion didn't acknowledge him at first, he picked up a green drink in one hand and then the blue in the other.

"That ones mint, that one is blueberry." Finnick told him. "Are you going to keep avoiding me or do I have to keep following you around."

Orion sighed and put down the blue drink and settled with the mint one. "What do you want?" he asked finally turning towards Finnick and waiting for some sort of response.

Finnick stared at him, "A little birdie sent me," he replied as he pulled out an envelope from his pocket. "I'm not usually a messenger, so you should consider yourself lucky."

Orion scoffed as he took the envelope and shoved it in his back pocket.

* * * *

That night once people had finally flooded out of the mansion, Orion disappeared into his room for the night. He grabbed his notebook that he was writing in and pulled out the envelope from his pocket before he finally sat down at the desk. He pushed his notebook to the side and opened up the envelope before pulling out the piece of paper that had been folded up inside it and began to read if.

Finnick, if you opened this please stop reading it.

Orion, stop doing anything for Thirteen. Right now, if either of us do anything we are only going to make the situation for everyone else worse. We aren't the only ones that need to do anything, Katniss is the one that Thirteen needs. It's her move now.

I hope to see you soon, I miss you.

-Quinn

He sighed as he folded up the piece of paper before tossing it onto his desk. He had been hoping it had been something a bit more...personal instead of just an order. At least that kind of order.