Tropical Vacation (open)

As an upstanding Capitol citizen, Finn had considerable experience in visiting past Hunger Games arenas. This arena, the 55th, was no exception. He'd visited once or twice before, to paint. This arena fascinated him more than any other. He loved the scenery and the smell of the salty water. He loved the ingenious design of the sinking islands. But more than anything, Finn had adored the victor of the 55th games. Normally Finn didn't care much for the winners. He liked the unknown tributes best, because they were the ones for whom he could make up stories. They always seemed to fit into his visions of art much better than celebrities. But the 55th games and their young champion held a certain appeal for Finn. Watching them almost made him wish he had continued his internship as a stylist for the Games. But it took all the mystery away, getting to know the tributes. Maybe if he ever got bored of painting he'd give it another shot.

The 55th's tropical arena was definitely Finn's favorite setting to paint, but today he was here for a purely recreational visit. No paints, no canvas, just a vacation from home. The demands of his customers were becoming stressful, and he really needed to come somewhere relaxing. The paradise that the arena offered seemed like just the place.

Unfortunately, it was a tad warm for his taste. The sun beat down heavily on the island. He could imagine the water boiling alive anyone who tried to swim from island to island. Luckily, the Capitol citizens had their pick of watercraft to travel between the land masses. Finn breathed the humid air through his nostrils, and pulled at his silken red shirt. Perhaps he should have given his wardrobe more though. It wouldn't take much effort for him to have sweat dripping from every pore of his skin.

Sighing, Finn reached for his back and sprayed the aerosol antiperspirant in a cloud around himself. The mist settled onto his body, leeching the smell and stickiness from his skin. He felt instantly better after applying the stuff, but noticed he was running a bit low. Life was just so hard sometimes.

His reenactment wasn't scheduled for another hour. Finn was practically bored to tears. The young artist had never done a reenactment at this arena before, despite his multiple visits. There had just never been time. He stood in the center, staring up at the golden Cornucopia and wondering how to stave off his boredom until the real fun began.