I don’t know how long we might have sat here if it weren’t for the arrival of the silver parachute, which glides down through the foliage to land before us. No one reaches for it. “Whose is it, do you think?” I say finally. “No telling,” says Finnick. “Why don’t we let Peeta claim it, since he died today?”

     Beneath his fingers, Finnick could feel how quick her body was to tense up, but he didn’t move until she moved. His fingers ripping away from the touch of her body, he fluidly shifted himself in front of her. Raising his head and eyes to return her look of confusion with a playful gleam in his eyes. A smile playing on his lips.

     A wide grin slowly pulled at the corners of his mouth at her reply and he chuckled lightly. He turned his attention elsewhere as he continued to chuckle in front of her. His head turned upward as he rolled his eyes.”Relax, Katniss,” he started, his head bouncing back downward,”how else am I supposed to introduce myself to you? Everyone already knows who you are. I already know who you are.” He couldn’t help but purr his last words to her, seductive like, while he smiled back at her again. 

     It was true. Everyone knew the girl on fire. Finnick didn’t care for the poor girl that volunteered for her little sister. He didn’t care for the pretty little girl dresses that named her the girl on fire. He didn’t even care for the ‘star-crossed lovers’ act, because it was just that. An act and a poorly done act, if Finnick could say so himself. Many of the other victors thought so. But knowing these Capitol fools, they fell for it. Like children, so easily entertained.

     He chuckled as he could still see how tense the girl seemed. His eyes glanced over to a plate of glasses passing him by, and Finnick reached for one glass. Not bothering to look down at the colored liquid inside of it. Instead, he kept his gaze on Katniss.”This is still a celebration. Your party. Drink up, be merry. Smile. You’re a Victor now.” He paused, watching her steel eyes as he lightly moved the liquid around in the glass. He was beginning to bring the tip to his lips, but he paused again.”You have all of riches, more riches than you could possibly imagine, girl on fire.” He managed to turn his attention away from her, briefly.”Believe me. We’re the lucky ones.”

     Finnick forced himself to finally take a sip. If the drink wasn’t sickening enough, he felt disgusted in his choice of words. The lucky ones? Well, he could think of one way that could be called luck, but it was twisted. He smiled at the poor choice of words and how ironic it sounded for them both. Especially Katniss. She had no idea what Snow had planned for the rest of her life.

She had been all over the Districts, accepting gifts she didn’t want, reciting written speeches, and looking into the faces of those who lost their kids. Eleven was the hardest, having to face Rue and Thresh’s families. She had not just lost one special person in the arena, but two. First Rue, then Peeta. Surely, there was no star-crossed-lovers, there never was, but he meant a lot to Katniss. He had always been kind, even without saying anything when he shot her smiles in math class, or the only gaze that Katniss didn’t mind when she was trading with his father. When the announcement was made that two Victors could go home, she immediately ran for him, trying to find him. She felt lucky when she did. He had saved her life once, she wanted to return the favor. The timing between the feast was just too long. With the sleep syrup in his system, and the infection surging through him, she wasn’t able to twist the cap open of the serum to heal him quick enough when his eyes rolled back. She had let him down. Katniss’ father always used to tell her ‘you don’t know what you have until it’s gone’, and he couldn’t have been more right. Katniss wasn’t in love with Peeta, but he had meant more to her than she once thought, and with his and Rue’s deaths so close together, Katniss was on the verge of a breakdown. Luckily, the first time she kissed his lips, they were warm and full of life. The second time was cold, no response, but it was her choice.

Returning from the Games, she did have to play it up, saying that she had lost the love of her life, but she was telling the truth when she was upset over the loss of someone dear to her. Peeta didn’t deserve it, especially dying the way he did. It had been months when the Victory Tour rolled around, but with every person constantly asking about Peeta, the mourning never ended for her. As much as she tried to forget, she was always reminded. Luckily, the Victory Tour was coming to a close with a lavish celebration at the Capitol. Afterwards, she could go home and hide away with Haymitch and the rest of her family. But then it hit her that hiding could only last so long. She was a mentor now. Each year, she would have to go back and relieve her Games in the Tributes she knew she would never be able to save; just like she wasn’t able to save Peeta.

The party had been so overwhelming to someone who liked time to herself. Everyone was introducing themselves, congratulating her, touching her shoulders and her arms without even thinking about it. It was like she was a mannequin of some sort, nobody taking anything into account. Many people complimented her on her gown, but all she could do is smile and repeat again and again to compliment Cinna. Her gown was magnificent, a glistening black dress that hugged the curves she never thought she had. In the light, some parts of the gorgeous fabric shifted into a beautiful ruby, reflecting the Girl on Fire in every stich of the outfit. Katniss would forever be grateful that Cinna was able to create such beautiful pieces but also kept it in his mind to make it comfortable. She would have to wear it for hours, and if it was itchy and too heavy, Katniss would be struggling, and be even less happy than she was right now.

For some time, Katniss was making small talk with someone who she had never met before. Most of it was nodding for her and sipping on a sickeningly sweet drink as the Capitol resident rambled on and on. After seeing someone they knew, the resident excused themselves and weaved their way through the crowd.

She was only alone for maybe thirty seconds when she felt a pair of hands on her hips and a man’s voice in her ears. She was quick to tense up, so incredibly uncomfortable that her skin was crawling. Quickly, she turned, the man’s hands ripping from her body, and her brows furrowing in confusion. Why would someone do that to her? But when she saw the culprit in question, it was no surprise. The glistening green eyes and sicking aura of arrogance was enough for Katniss to recognize him. Finnick Odair, the Victor from Four who had one nine years ago. Katniss had heard stories about him being a ladies’ man and one of the biggest players in Panem.

“I didn’t know that you called that an introduction,” she replied, all of the muscles in her body remaining tensed as well as her furrowed brows.

     His eyes followed him across the room and watched how, at the click of a button, he darkened the windows. Finnick glanced over his shoulder as they darkened and then bowed his head with a grin. Eyes shooting up to look back at him. This was nothing new. All of these Capitolites liked their privacy with him, but it didn’t matter. Either he moaned loud enough for the neighbors to hear or he made them moan loud enough for the neighbors to know his name. 

     That’s what happened with his usual clients, but Snow sent him to this one. One he’d never met before. Oh well, he’ll become the usual. When the Capitol treated him like a god, what else did you expect other than arrogance?

     His brows furrowed and his eyes narrowed. His head slightly tilted for a moment. He was curious as to why he kept a low profile, especially in the Capitol. He wondered if he was originally from the districts, and lived a double life maybe here. Dancing around like some Capitol citizen and then returning to his district in the day. Did he have kids? Was he husband and his wife wouldn’t like what’s he’s doing with a prostitute? He wasn’t an official, Finnick slept with a few officials and he wasn’t one of them. He was tempted to tell him a client paid for the ‘pleasure of his company’ through secrets, but he found it more fun not to. With a smile on his face, he’d find out for himself.

     “Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Eric. And let me tell you now, indeed the pleasure is all mine.” Playing this game, Finnick knew this was going to be a good night.”You can call me Finnick...but you’ve probably already heard about me.” He frowned a little.”Isn’t such a bad thing.” He muttered.

      He seemed even more confused when he said he didn’t want to go straight to sex. Finnick wasn’t used to this. Being treated as a person rather than an object. He was still stubborn to think, soon enough. Please, you don’t have to be sweet with me, he thought. Though the thought, he wouldn’t admit, was sweet. It took him a moment to answer him, when he’d given him an intense look. He parted his lips, but he he was silent the whole time the man looked at him. There was something about him that he wanted. Maybe his beauty? His secrets? Finnick feared no man other than Snow, but this is a fear of a different kind. A fear he was attracted too. 

        If it was dangerous enough, he’d come back for more.

      “Please.” He replied in a normal tone. He tried not to gaze at him. He slowly lowered his eyes and ran a hand through his flowing bronze hair. Looking in another direction. He had a sad look in his eyes. Finnick Odair made himself look like a fool for no one. No one except Annie. His clients were the fools, not him.

        He bowed his head again, smiling to himself. Putting on that mask again.”So you like to talk?” He smiled, getting more comfortable and looking back up at him.”That’s fine. Whatever you like. Though you’re not the only person who believes they’re civilized after doing something like this, but...it’s none of my business.” He shrugged.”So, what do you want to know about me? I mean, if you’re looking for a fantasy I can tell you exactly, what you want to hear. Just tell me what you want me to say. I can obey.”

The breath-taking view of the Capitol from the penthouse made Eric smile. It was late night, and his gift was ready.  He knew the man was probably forced to be compliant. There was something about his body language that told him that. Yet, he didn’t mention. He didn’t want to break the other man’s fantasy.  He just walked to the other side of the room and took a remote control that darkened the windows. It was impossible to see what it was going on it or out of the place.

“I try to keep a low profile. That’s why” He commented as he walked to the other side of the room to serve him a drink. Contrarily to other people, Eric didn’t seem overly excited about Finnick’s presence. He seemed relax and calm. He treated him more like an acquaintance rather than a god.

“You can call me Eric” He stated as he pulled out some bottles. There were some soft drinks and alcohol in the bar. Eric had the feeling the man may need some to perform his duties. He was not going to give him too much alcohol. The least he wanted was the man getting lost in booze before they even start something.

“Relax, I’m not going to fuck you right away” He commented as he took some glasses from the counters. “I’m a civilized person who likes to know my lust interest” He said giving him an intense look. Eric had the ability to make him look like a mighty predator. He was the combination between masculine beauty and lust.

“Would you like a drink?” He asked.

"He sent you to me as a part of my payment. Make yourself comfortable"

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     “Yes, sir.” He purred and then smirked, his stunning green eyes still on him for a moment.”Don’t mind if I do,” he said more playfully as he stepped into his place, moving around the man and casually falling back on the couch. He smoothed his arm on the back of it and studied him.”You have to excuse me, I don’t think we’ve quite met before.”

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Full Name: Kailan ‘Kai’ Atlas Odair

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Tall, with short brown curly hair and glistening green eyes. Medium build, yet still muscular. Tanned skin. He is said to look more lovely, with soft facial features similar to his mother.

Personality: He is kind and loving, especially protective of Annie. Yet he is also adventurous and rebellious, always wanting to explore, discover new things in District 4. He’s smart and often knows his parents more than they do, themselves. He’s humorous, sarcastic at times, but overall a friendly kid with a warm heart. He likes to stand up for the little guy and those who can’t stand up for themselves, but it’s also his biggest flaw. Sometimes it hinders them rather than help them.

Special Talents: Building small wooden structures,, playing guitar

Who they like better: He loves them equally.

Who they take after more: Annie

Personal Head canon: He knows both his parents live with PTSD, from a war he wasn’t old enough to understand. Because of this, sometimes he acts as a caretaker to them both. Finnick taught him ‘real or not real’ for Annie, so he’s also played the game with her. And when Finnick still wakes up from nightmares, he races to him and tries to calm him before Finnick frightens Annie too. He’d only heard stories from the war. While he’s happy they live in a safer place, he wishes the hunger games and the war hadn’t completely messed up his parents for the rest of their lives.

Face Claim: Ansel Elgort (yah know, with green eyes and tanned skin n stuff)

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     His eyes watched him closely. He was looking for another reaction out of him. Not an outburst or tears for that matter. Not even another jerk of his shoulders, but to see if anything he had said to him, had reached him. He meant every word and he wanted him to know that.

     Though when the teen spoke all he said was ‘thanks’ and he said it quietly. Finnick couldn’t tell if it was an empty thanks or one that meant he heard him. His eyes just continued to watch him, his expression still the same. It was when Poseidon wasn’t looking did his expression change: he breathed out, frowned deeply and his eyes lied still on him while the younger lied down on the bed.

     His brows drew in  when Poseidon asked him to stay. It was as if a drop of sadness had hit the center of both eyes. He hadn’t moved for a couple of seconds. When he did, he stepped and sat down beside him, at one corner of the bed. His feet laid flat on the floor, also sitting on the edge of the bed.

     Finnick was quiet for a long while. He couldn’t help playing with his fingers. He missed tying knots, right now.”I’m sorry.” Finnick said it too. He felt like somebody should say it because of the position Snow put the teen in. Because Poseidon’s father was in a coma, and Snow could take away his brother. It made him think of the outer career districts, the ones without an academy. The ones who were literally the sheep for slaughter. The ones who didn’t stand a chance living in their district, because of Snow, so they were either dying from the emotional pain of living or the physical one from dying in the Hunger Games. 

     Just because Finnick was a career didn’t mean he didn’t try to understand the other districts suffering. Just because he didn’t volunteer, but killed those kids, and won his games didn’t mean he didn’t have a heart.

     “You know, I don’t remember my family very much...” He started, turning his head to him. He bowed his head suddenly and smiled to himself.”Is it bad that I try to make a new one?”

“Finnick, I…” He managed to say when he saw the other man crying. Poseidon could n’t finish his sentence though. He felt just like he had spent long  time under weather. It started pounding aggressively. He felt the oxygen couldn’t reach his lungs. The desperation was too much to bare with and it was finally taking its toll.

“I’m sorry…” He managed to say. Ever since he was fourteen, Poseidon had to be the adult. His father was in coma. There was no way he could bring money home except training. It was forbidden by the Capitol. Yet, they looked away because it was district 4. There was plenty of rich people who was eager to invest on those who had more chances to survive the games.

For a slight moment, he was tempted to hug him. Yet, he restrained himself from doing so. Instead, he simply placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a gentle squeeze. When Finnick turned around and told him it was not his fault, he triggered a chain reaction in Poseidon. There was no sound, no sobbing, just the jerk of his shoulders trying not to make noise.  Finnick’s words were air for his lungs.

“Thanks” He spoke quietly.  He just didn’t know what to do.  The teen simply lay on bed besides him. There were more than twelve hours until the party started and he didn’t feel like going out anywhere. He just like at Finnick wishing he stayed with him.  He couldn’t do this alone. He was so afraid.

“Please, stay. I need you” He managed to say as he placed his head on the mattress. 

@plentycffire | You’re the same as me now || Everdair

He gazed out the window, watching the flicker of city lights in the distance. His chin was propped up and rested lazily against the palm of his hand. A clear pout on his lips, but he still had a dream like appearance, an attractive one, to his face. On the train, the victor was headed to the Capitol. Not for his clients, though he’d probably see them there, but on a special request from the the man himself: President Snow. Remembering the request in the form of a letter, the victor was “cordially invited” to a celebration of this year’s victor. The Girl on Fire. There was another note in the invitation, which was the real reason he was showing up. 

He sighed as he turned to face the screen again that played the 74th Hunger Games. He was on the part where the girl had suddenly kissed Peeta, the sweet boy that died. He snickered, grinning ear to ear.”That’s cute, girl on fire.” he said in a seductive tone before he raised his glass and gestured for another non-alcoholic drink. She couldn’t smell alcohol on his breath when he’d meet her.

Finnick made it to the city and was driven to Snow’s Mansion for the celebration. Though by the time he got there, the party had already started. Snow’s invitation told him this would happen: he’d be arriving late. Fashionably late, Finnick thought, since the navy blue suit he was wearing was as sharp and as fitted as it felt. He found himself pulling at the collar casually as he made his way inside the party, his eyes catching his “lovers” he passed as they waved and winked, and touched him.

The desirable victor was good at small talk by now. He could make a convincing laugh at something that wasn’t funny, or spin stories in front of them, but that wasn’t what he was here for. As he moved throughout the crowd he felt like he was prince charming looking for his princess. Everdeen was still probably a princess, wearing a little girl dress at this extravagant event. 

All Finnick needed to do was find that little girl dress here, do what Snow told him to do, then maybe he could leave -- but what was this?

Finnick blinked. He froze when he found her. Everdeen most certainly wasn’t wearing a little girl dress and Finnick could only see the back. She looked the most stunning, the most real, and the most misplaced of the whole party. He hummed. He could feel a smile playing on his lips again. He knew exactly how to approach her.

He slowly made his way passed the crowds of people, keeping his eyes fixed on her. When he was only feet away, he took slow steps, his eyes falling over the entirety of her body in that dress. He made sure his body was as close as he could get to hers. He parted his lips and slowly placed his hands on her hips as he spoke.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced yet, girl on fire...” he purred in her ear.

STARTER CALL

Like this post for a short starter from genderbent!finnick, fantasia odair *I like scarlett’s gifs better than icons so I’ll use gifs

“Because...”

He impulsively started but he couldn’t finish the sentence. His face curled even more into her hair and his arms warpped even further around her small frame. He clenched his eyes shut.

Finnick was trying to think of how he was going to explain this to her. He didn’t want to involve Annie in the districts rebellion, but he also didn’t like to keep secrets from her. He tried not too. Snow involved her when he made this personal with him and took the one person he loved the most and tortured her.

Would he have to break this down in a way she would understand?

“Because I am them. I am a rebel.” he whispered into her ear.”And--” he paused to pull back and find her eyes again.

“We want a new world. We want build a place, live in a place better than this one. Where life is as simple as the sand between our toes and the sea is as blue as the sky.” His words were as gentle as the breeze back in Four.

”We don’t want what happened to you to ever happen again.”

She can hear him speak, and her eyes fathom the movement of his lips, but she’s not with him, not truly. She’s in the Capitol cells again, in the dark, curled into a corner and just listening…

Listening for footsteps which stop at her door, the scrape of metal as it opens and the unwelcome feel of the guard’s hands wrapping around her upper arm and dragging her out to face whatever horror torture they had in store today. Didn’t they understand? Annie knew nothing.

It’s only when his touch directs her gaze upwards that she can see him now, and her mind lurches from the dark of the cell to the light of their room in Thirteen painfully fast. The jolt makes her body shake, and she curls into Finnick’s chest instinctively, seeking her safety.

“How do you know, Finnick? How do you trust them here?”

I am so exhausted, mentally and physically, but mostly physically. Other than my current threads, I’m in the mood to make a starter call for two verses I’d love to rp rn:

So like this post for a short starter from genderbent!finnick, fantasia odair *I like scarlett’s gifs better than icons so I’ll use gifs

IM me for a short starter from young!finnick (14 years old) Just msg me you’d like a starter *do know your character will also have to be younger since this is finnick 10 years ago. Also, I imagined finnick almost looks older than 14 since he trained in the academy for his games (ex. muscles make him look bigger)

So thats what I have open now, along with plots I’ve already sorta discussed with other rpers. I’ll probably get on those too. I’d prefer to use their icons or gifs for these but if a rper doesn’t have any themselves, it’s okay. I won’t use them then.I’m just so out of it so bear with me here.

Garrett Hedlund for Flaunt Magazine

I’ve always romanticized the late ‘40s and '50s - the cars, jazz, the open roads and lack of pollution. Now there are more vehicles, less hitchhikers, more billboards and power lines and stuff. People wrote wonderful long letters that took months to receive, and now everything is email. – Garrett Hedlund for Flaunt Magazine, 2014

Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta aesthetics.