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miserablebl00d · 3 days

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𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧-𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓 — part 4 —

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆- Finally having escaped from the cameras,lucky for you being alone doesn't consume you with your nerves...just yet. While sitting at the supper table you get wrapped into drama started by your district partner Mark

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴- perfectionist!career tribute reader x career victor!finnick odair

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-death,nerves,sabotage,drunk,alcohol,food ect?

Overcoming your initial shock for the speed of the train,you and Mark being to make your way down the corridor of the train. You meet Esme who — with your mentors — were allowed to board the train after only a few initial photos.

Esme leads you further into the train and it doesn't take a genius to notice that the train is even more luxurious then the justice building.

Esme leads you two down the train corridor after informing you that dinner is in an hour. You are each given our own chambers — a delux bedroom and bathroom. Everything is at our disposal so we are free to do what we please.

Initially the only thing you wish to do is sleep but it seems it'll be a waste of a day — time is precious now. You know if you miss dinner chances are you'll wake up in the middle of the night hungry while simultaneously missing all the news you can gather from Esme and your mentors. You can't afford to be careless now.

You hide your notebook under you pillow — your not sure why. After you mom handed it to you in the Justice building it most definitely appeared in some of the pictures before boarding the train. People would've seen it but it seems right to hide it.

Being so close to your bed you fight the urge to lie down and instead ouch yourself to go straight to the shower. After both freezing and then burning your skin you finally work out the millions of buttons that the shower contains. Your amazment and frankly enzy of the capitol appliances continues through the automatic dryer after you leave the shower,the wardrobe that creates customable outfits fit to you liking for any occasion right up to being called for dinner.

Esme collects you and Mark and leads you down the hallway.You follow her through the narrow rocking corridor right up to the towards the dining room.

The car on the train you’d been led to was glorious. All the food you could possibly eat, the softest seats you’d ever imagined could be on a transport, and oh, the view was something to take in. The crested and sun topped mountains were unlike anything you’d ever seen before. You weren’t even out of district four, technically, but you’d never properly been away from the water a day in your life.

Esme gestures for the two of you to take your seats,while she occupies the spot at the head of the table. You sit next to Mark,with Finnick in front of you. The seat are just as comfortable as they look.

“Allow me to introduce your mentors,” Esme stood by them "Leora Pallman,61st victor ... and Finnick Odair, 65th victor.”

You take in their faces. Leora looks tired,with dialated pupils,bags under her eyes and a stench of liquor. She smiles but it's not warming or comforting. It's more grin like then anything — a teasing smile — like she's making fun of the two of you misfortune.

She leans of the table despite sitting down she's struggling to remain upright. You can't help wish she won't be your mentor but you don't have high hopes.

Finnick's face is practically unreadable. You can't tell anything from his expression or mannerisms. He's practically a blank wall.

Leora didn’t say anything, merely closing her eyes after getting a quick look at the two of you and humming. You'd think it'd be a reaction of someones whose pleased with their tributes but she acts more unbothered.

Finnick nodded to you both, a bit colder of a greeting, but probably to keep a necessary distance. His games were 2 years ago, they’re probably still fresh, and he doesn’t like getting close to the tributes. You can understand that.

"Mark Croft,as you probably know." He smirks as if it was an accomplishment. You can't help wonder of he knows what's actually happening. Mark carries on despite receiving no response "I'm su—"

“We know. We were at the reaping,” Finnick stopped him short of his sentence. Not acknowledging his interruption. Your sure if it was you being cut off you'd be a bit annoyed. But it wasn't you who was cut off and Mark needed a reality check and a lowered ego. Even if it'd have to be a lot stronger then just an interruption.

Mark seems lost at what to do now that his attempt of conversation was stopped. You've never been the greatest at filling in silences especially not with strangers.

"Hello finnick." You smile at him — a shy, awkward smile. You hate not knowing what to say. You'd acknowledges Leora but your not sure if she'd enjoy being forced into conversation — perhaps she wouldn't even care. "...and Leora." She nods her head a bit in response and you turn you attention back to the rest of the table.

You hope Esme would cut in now perhaps take the lead in the conversation but currently she's busy barading the servants about the wine choices. You feel as if you should introduce yourself — you can almost hear your mother complaining to you about manners — but Finnick seems incapable of forgoing a simple introduction.

Your back to your original stance of awkwardness. What are you supposed to do when you introduce yourself and they already know your name?

"So what now." Mark evidently bitter about the interruption flares his nostrils in disgust and squinting his eyes at the two — practically a glare — awaiting for their response.

Esme returns to the conversation at that. She seems taken aback at the seemingly polite boy’s lack of decorum for proper conversation.

Finnick though remains completely unbothered. It actually seems he prefers this — getting straight to the point. "No need to stress Esme I've never been one for pleasantries."

It doesn't seem to soothe Esme's shock and frankly disturbance over Mark's manners but Finnick doesn't dwell on it any longer. He's set on using time for only the most important things — not blinking any eye at anything that won't be useful in the arena. He's determined for a victor that's obvious.

"First things first. Tell me something about yourselves that you think is captivating."

"Actually before we begin I was just wondering whose mentor was whose." Mark smiles at you a menacing grin before returning his eyes to finnick. "Because I must say if Finnick was originally supposed to be my mentor then i'm not comfortable sharing."

At his words your overtaken by annoyance. The audacity of that boy, you think. Perfectly aware Leora is a drunk that will most likely be no help. He's practically wishing death on you.

You understand doing everything you can to live, but does it really have to go to this extent? You're both district 4 tributes — the other winning would benefit your families —even if it's not you who survives you'd want Mark to win simply because it helps your family. You know Mark has family you saw attempting to catch their last glance at him before he leaves. Doesn't he care for their sake ?

But he's sabotaging you now, practically ensuring you won't win without a good mentor. Shouldn't he want you to win if he can't? Nevermind,he's probably convinced he'll win — so if your death is 'practically guaranteed' why bother letting you share a mentor.

Mark Croft manages to become more annoying and arrogant by the second.

Finnicks not dettered by Mark's words — in fact he lets out a little laugh matching with a grin. "It's funny you say that Mark because I actually wasn't supposed to be your mentor."

Mark's grin drops before you can blink and your fighting of wearing one yourself "Since we're -" Finnick points at you,at you can't help think that small action was ment to rub in Mark's loss (and technically your victory) further. " - closer in age — the same age actually — it made sense to put us together."

Lie. Finnick was lying. He didn't feel bad about it, if anything it was karma for Mark. But to give the boy some credit no matter how undeserving of it he is Mark was partially right in assuming finnick would be his mentor.

How mentors decide their tributes is quite random,at least in district 4. Normally it's decided after they go over their skills to see the compatability between mentors and tributes others times it's completely random.

Sometimes the mentors will request a tribute. On average however, mentors will get their tribute the same gender as them,it was the case this time. Leora was supposed to be your mentor. Even if leora would somehow manage to pull herself together and do her forced upon job Finnick would still request to swap with her.

But Leora wasnt trying to be of any use and finnick refused to let you go without a mentor— not just because he owed you but because you had been around him your whole life,he didn't want to see you go. So he lied.

There was no way of you or Mark finding out so it didn't matter. Leora isn't alert enough to say anything,Esme although has the tendency to poke her nose in other people business wasn't aware of the mentor and tribute partnership. His lie would go undeteched.

It might weigh on his conscious when Finnick will inevitably have to see Mark die if you were to win and that is Finnick goal — to get you to win — but he would be too worried over you to let it consume him.

Maybe Finnick wouldn't even get the chance to sympathise over Mark and regret his lie because as it seems Mark was insistent on having Finnick as his mentor

"But even if you guys are closer in age it doesn't make any sense. Male tributes always go with make mentors,female tributes with females. Age had never mattered in this equation."

The boy was commited Finnick would give him that. Determination is a good skill to have in the arena but Finnick was also persistent — persistent to give you every opportunity that helps with your win as possible.

"Well actually my mentor was a female so that's not always true. Mags Flanagan,11th victor I'm sure you've heard of her. And age never played a large factor because I'm the only young mentor we've ever had and my games were only 2 years ago." Finnick raises his eyes at Mark having caught him where he can no longer argue. "I'm younger then you for god sake." Finnick laugh mixes with a scoff sounding like breath.

Mark obviously isnt pleased at being caught in a position he can't fight out of. His determination doesn't disappear that easily though. "But —"

"They probably paired finnick with me because it makes sense for me to have the more useful mentor given I'm in a higher class then you. You understand." You smile at the boy,a fake kind smile "There can only be one winner why bother even trying with you." It was the first time you had spoken in a while and it definitely took the table by surprise.

Leora was sipping away at a bottle of wine that she's been finishing herself,revealing in the drama. She smiled a wonky, tipped smile at the words,laughing quietly to herself with her eyes closed to tried to pry them open apparently.

Esme was a paint dripping canvas to you. Too layered with emotions to comprehend anything understand in the pile of seemingly everlasting sequence of dramatic and most obviously exaggerated facial expressions.

One second she seemed distressed at the 'unproper' conversation and the next she's sipping away at a glass of wine — much more refined then Leora — and is watching the drama unferl like it's her favourite TV show. At your words she chokes on her wine. It's hard to tell if she's taken aback by entertainment or distress.

Either way Finnicks face for the first time tonight is as easy to read as a child's book. He's amused.

You continue,his smile awfully encouraging. "Well either way I take pity on your class 11 antics and have so kindly decided I don't mind if we share a mentor. You won't be much competition anyway."

Perhaps it wasn't the nicest thing to say but you weren't in a very nice mood. Actually you would argue still sharing your mentor after Mark's attempted sabotage was quite nice.

"Well,now that that's sorted how about you carry on Finnick. What were you saying - something about being captivating?" You smile again this time at the whole table and lean back in your seat prepared to now spend your time doing something that would be of good use to you.

Ignoring Mark wallowing in his self-pity and you listen intentelly to Finnicks words. You would never dare to do something like that normally — unless your joking to your friends. To outsiders,those who don't know you,you won't appear as the particularly outgoing type.

You have friends — more then most people actually — but you don't present yourself as the extroverted type. You don't put your hand up in lessons,you barely approach people first and you attempt to talk to teachers as little as possible.

It seems that now that you're at the risk of death there's no harm in saying your mind. It's not like your teachers are their to give you a detention for 'bad attitude'.

Right now you just wanted to do what mattered. Not drown in drama when your life is on the line.

Finnick went on about how to present yourself to the capitol. He briefly went over skills in the arena but assured yourself and mark that he'd cover it more when you reached that capitol. Saying since you were career tributes you should know most of the needed skills.

Although Mark had a lot to say about how he doubted how much the capitol likes you would be any use,Finnick carried on about how to appearance to the capitol. Through the five courses — during the third Leora grabbed a bottle of wine and made her exit after contributing nothing — right up to when it was time to head to bed.

Alongside making sure you ate a substantial amount Finnick affirmed the two of you that you must have a full 9-8 hours every night.

That was the end of the first night. The approaching games looming over you causing fear for the unavoidable — there was no escaping it.

A/n — just as a reminder:

Mark Croft — Charles Melton

Esme Squalor — Lucy Punch (specifically in the show asoue,

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miserablebl00d · 4 days

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It find it funny if they weren't my babies 🤧🤧🤧

johanna, peeta, and annie getting tortured in the capitol together 💅

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miserablebl00d · 5 days

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finnick odair is the kind of man to encourage you to wear whatever you want bc “he can fight” 😭🫶

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miserablebl00d · 5 days

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Person: What's your book about?

Writers:

I'm both somehow 🙃

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miserablebl00d · 5 days

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that's so cuteeeeee 🥲

(AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

thinking about hijakced peeta who literally forgot everything about himself but still managed to remember katniss’s favorite color 😭😭💔

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miserablebl00d · 5 days

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STOPP THIS IS TOO CUTE 🤭🤭

Imagine going to school with Finnick and he hears you can speak another language and is determined to learn it for you. And then when you guys get together you see this 4 year streak of learning the language and it's just a coincidence he said he's had a crush on you for 4 years as well

ALSO OMG imagine if it's a language your family speaks and he's just flexing he knows the language as well to try and impress your parents

modern!finnick odair is a passionate duolingo user

when he told you he had a big streak you were expecting him having a 50 days one, not a four years streak. being a proud member of the streak society.

you are cuddling together at night, holding each other while he strokes your hair, being completely comfortable in the silence, every few minutes receiving soft thoughtful forehead kisses from him when all of a sudden he yells "OH GOD, MY STREAK!" and stands up looking for his phone

it all started as something to pass time, "learning spanish won't be very time-consuming, right?" he thought. now he's completely obsessed with it, watches movies in spanish, listens to latin music, and has to show off his spanish every time he has the chance.

sometimes when he wants to turn you on he holds your hips tightly and corners you to the wall, pushes his body to yours, overwhelming your senses as he kisses your sweet spot on your neck, and then he whispers into your ear "yo como una manzana" seductively

eventually, he convinces you to join too, happy to have you as a partner for the friend quests. now at any random time of the day you will receive a text from him "have you done duolingo today, honey?" the answer is no most of the time. he actually gets a little upset when you don't pull your weight and lose the friend quest of the week.

he has a nemesis, bertha, an old lady from the other side of the world. he claims that they hate each other, having history of competing for the first place on the leaderboards, and having heavy tension between them. he is right, that lady prays for his downfall every single time he beats her to the first place and wants him gone.

one night before going to sleep, he kissed your cheek and softly told you "don't worry honey, i'll take care of the green bird for you if it's necessary" as if it was a completely normal thing to say, and went to sleep without a care in the world

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miserablebl00d · 6 days

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Finnick who will go outside in the pouring rain if he suddenly sees some flowers he wants to give you 🤭🤭

chronically unedited :( as usual

Modern!Finnick Odair who gives up his seat for you on the bus/train. Bonus points if that’s how you meet.

Modern!Finnick Odair who stops dead in his tracks to pick flowers for you if he sees them growing on the side of the road or he passes a field. You’re like “why is he late!!” and he shows up with a tiny bouquet of wildflowers wrapped in a napkin and a stupid grin.

Modern!Finnick Odair who actually dresses really fashionably until the second it hits above 75 degrees. Then it’s full Adam Sandler mode (he’s so me!)

Modern!Finnick Odair who loves sending you those cat tik toks. He just goes “Us” and it’s a video of two cats jumping around.

Modern!Finnick Odair who has the most random obscure music taste. He’s just all over the place. But he loves Folklore by Taylor Swift I feel like. Would be in his top 5 albums. (Cardigan is in my Odesta playlist 🙁)

Modern!Finnick Odair who loves to take you out on spontaneous dates (Finnick in any universe really) but especially in modern he would show up to your place and just be like let’s go!! lunch!! coffee!! you look pretty how you are i dont care let’s go!!!!

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miserablebl00d · 7 days

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I want to write the next part of 'in your debt' but im sooooooo bad at writing dialogue I just won't do finnick and reader justice 😓 last chapter I literally avoided writing the goodbyes reader says to her family by describing them but I literally canttttt do that the whole time 💔🥲🤧

#finnick odair angst #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair smut #hunger games #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #in your debt

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miserablebl00d · 9 days

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𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗧-𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐓 — part 3 —

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆- an hour to say your goodbyes leaves you gut wrenched and drained. Upset from leaving your family and friends soon turns back into nerves as your faced with cameras desperate to capture a shot of the new tributes

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴- perfectionist!career tribute reader x career victor!finnick odair

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀-death,nerves, favouritism, isolation,being left out,stage fright, unattractive reader,pretty previlage, attention seeking,ect?

The room you sit in is perhaps the richest room you've ever step foot in. While the academy is most definitely on the nicer side then other places in the district it cowards in comparison to this. Velvet couches with gold and silver accents, thick carpets and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Shining light across the room. Substituting for the use of natural lights,the lack of large windows to discourage attempts of escape you assume.

The room remain spotless,despite it only being used once a year not a speck of dust lies around. The door like the rest of the room has an expensive feel — rich mahogany with a golden handle. This was the last room you'd be in at district 4,they made sure it was nice. The room to say goodbye.

An hour, one measly hour was all the time you were given to say goodbye.

Your mom and Cordelia came in first,rushing in and holding you with a tight grip. You remembered when you were younger whenever you hugged your mom you specifically did it tightly to see her reaction. Have a laugh about her saying your squeezing the air out of her, not understanding how that was possible. You knew then.

Your mom's embrace was so strong it was practically knocking the air out of you but it wasn't unpleasant like how you'd imagine. The tight grip was comforting to you — like being surrounded in an army of blankets during a winters night.

It was nice and you could've forgotten about your situation if your moms tears weren't wetting your reaping dress while she sobbed into your shoulder. "Mom." Cordelia says her attempt of a stern voice fails,even she can't stop tears flowing.

Cordelia didn't acknowledge that she did volunteer for you. You didn't expect her to, but deep down it would've been nice to hear her say she wanted to volunteer, but she was just frozen in time cause she was so scared. You knew it'd be a lie but sometimes lies are so sweet you can't help but want them.

Instead Cordelia insisted you had to try and win. In the past you guys spoke about how you would just hope when you went out you'd go easily and quickly — that someone would mercy kill you. Or to just step of the platform, — die before the games even start — die so quickly you don't notice your being blown up into pieces.

But now that it was really happening Ula insisted you try,that you could win. She reached into your mom's bag and handed you your notebook of all and any survival tips you knew — from combat,to how to use weapons and what plants were safe to eat.

It was returned to you after Finnick's (and Oceana's) games by the victor of the 11th games, Mags. She had told you that Oceana had accidentally spilled Esme's wine on the notebook during their first dinner on the train and that thought had sent you to tears. Even now as you look at it you can see the traces of wine on the pages. You wonder if after you die your family and friend's will stare at the traces of you,implanted before your death — like the green paint staining the table cloth after you had done your art project for school.

It was a sad thought and you decided to move on by insisting you would try. Reassuring you mom and sister as best as you can. You had done a lot of reassuring in that hour.

Your dad came separately (him and your mom seperating not long after you were born) you tried not to seem sad, when you cried, he cried. Your dad wasn't a good man you knew that,but he always had a soft stop for his girls — yourself, Cordelia and your half sister ula.

You told him, you knew you could win. Being careful not to say you would win because it was the truth you could win but you also might not. You tried to be reassuring but not implant false hope. Your dad said you were smart and athletic that you could do it — your dad always came to watch your yearly academy sport days.

He said he would pray for you,that god would watch over you. The thought was comforting ,like your dad was fighting for your win even if he wasn't in the arena

Your half brothers came next. It was awkward, neither of them knew you that well — the age difference of 7 (them being older) meant there was only so much to talk about. They were closer with Cordelia, favoured her as most people do. You were pretty much alone if they came to visit.

Now that they wanted to talk to you didn't know what to say. You wished for them to try with you for ages but your most memorable conversation will be the one before your death. Dylan, you barely spoke to in recent years, only a letter sent on birthdays or other holidays. Marin you had seen somewhat recently (him stopping by when he gets fed up of his mom mostly) and as you were older you spoke more. Despite that,you doubted either of them would miss you that much and ula shouldn't even remember you that well,if at all with her being only 5 years old.

Next came your friends. They came in groups, those in your class first,then class 11 a select few in class 10 and a small amount of class 9. It was different for each of them. Some had sat and sobbed,other reassured you that you could win and had the best chance out of any of them,some needed reassurance. It was as comforting as it was draining.

You had said so many goodbyes you almost felt numb. Not sad,not determined nor angry or nervous. You just felt used to the fact that you'd be leaving your friends and family

Your grandparents came to see you last. They had permission from the peacekeepers to stay at home because of their old age but we're monitored by a singular peacekeeper to ensure they watched the reaping at home.

They had come to say goodbye,they only spoke so much English — their lack of understanding of English always annoyed the peacekeepers. Talking in another language that you had learnt from your mother and being around them while young. You didn't know what it was called not understanding the translated name.

It seemed all your dialect had gone out the window because the second they stepped in you struggled to speak. Mumbling out barely comprehendable words of reassurance but they had understood of course they did. They sat with you, calming you in your final moments with family. You could've fallen asleep but your peace was disrupted by the peacekeepers — how ironic.

They shooed your grandparents out the room and you had to intervene before they were shoved out for being to slow. Soon after they left you were summoned and taken into custody — not in handcuffs but surrounded by the peacekeepers. They escorted you of the justice building and transported you into one of many cars that you could only assume occupied your mentors,esme and mark.

Cars, while a thing were quite rare in district 4. Most transports — normally produces and food — were moved by a wagons and horses.

You personally had been in a car once. Taken to the other side of the district with a few of your classmates to see the academy on the north of district 4 — a place called the cliffs —this car was far nicer then the one you had been in before but it was no surprise — this car was funded by the capitol.

The ride didn't take long to get to the train station. It's packed with capitol reports and some adults in district 4 who are firm believers that to be reaped in the games is an honour and regularly attempt to convince our Mayor to encourage academy students to bring back volunteers.

The shouts from those game fanatics in district 4 and the capitol photographer attempt to get a good shot,the flashing of the cameras and the reporters asking questions are all overwhelming.

During the reaping you were too nervous all together to care about the camera and the crowd ,while you attempted to vanish any leftover stage fright by convincing yourself any eyes would be on the eye-catching outfit Esme Squalor is wearing. But now with a camera being shoved in your face every two seconds their was no gaslighting yourself into believing no one was watching.

You knew you weren't the prettiest,there was only a small few people who had ever called you pretty and compared to the monologues you'd hear relatives you visited — after not seeing them in years — give your sister about how pretty shes grown while you stood next to her awkwardly there was no convincing yourself you were attractive.

You suddenly feel even worse with the cameras near your face,capturing ever flaw. So close by that it's sure to capture any hairs on your face and any spots and pores littered over your skin. Picking up on your unevenly tan skin,your frizzy hair and your now dry lips.

It's makes you insecure and probably at a disadvantage. You've seen the effects of pretty privilege in your district why would it be any different in the capitol. Looks could surely help you in the games and right now your not making a good impression.

You want to smile —not cause you happy but because it's the only way to ease the awkwardness you feel in your face — but you still haven't decided how your going to play it in the interview, a smile could go against the whole character your mentor makes for you. In the academy you study successfull interviews and how to win over the capitol. You see the effects a good interview can have,you don't want to ruin your persona with a smile.

You decide against a smile keeping as straight face. Oh well, your smile was nerve that nice anyway. It made your nose hunch downwards while widening and it made you eye corners crinkle making them seam barely open. A straight face was your best bet.

You keep a stoic deminor while Mark is smirking and cheering embracing the shortlived fame he has. His expression seems to be real and he's always like being in the spotlight. During lunch at the academy he always seemed to have to make some sort of entrance in the dining hall. Mark likes all eyes on. He embraces it right until we enter the train and the doors close behind us.

The train starts right away. Moving at a fast pace that momenterly shocks you,taking your breath away for a second. It's a high speed capitol train that average 250 miles per hour. Your train ride won't take long being one of the closest districts the the capitol.

That's it you're of to the capitol, awaiting the inevitable games.

A/n

I changed the sisters name to Cordelia cause it links with the story later,hope it didn't cause confusion :)

Also sorry this chapter is so short 😓

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#finnick odair angst #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair smut #hunger games #the hunger games #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark

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miserablebl00d · 9 days

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i spent so long deciding the outfits for reader in 'in your debt' that I haven't spent a moment thinking about what the arena will look like 🫣

#finnick odair fanfic #finnick odair angst #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair imagine #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #hunger games #the hunger games #arena #hunger games arenas #in your debt