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 "Just parents. I wish I had a sister," Finch admitted.
Emma smirked. “See- mines a um, younger sister. Like I was almost 19 maybe when my step mom had her…” she shrugged. “But we could share her if you like.”Â
"Ah, I bet that had to be a strange feeling. I can kind of relate--all of my cousins are much younger than I." Finch laughed. "Wait, are you serious?" she asked after seeing her shrug.
 Finch bit her lip. Changing the subject was hard. “Soo…you have any family?”
"I do. I have a um, husband and a younger sister." She didn’t want to mention her late son, that could make it awkward. "What about you?"
"Just parents. I wish I had a sister," Finch admitted.
Finch nodded, sadly. “Yes…as with any skill…” she trailed off, lost in thought.
Emma watched her a moment, then looked down at her hands. She brought the thumb up to chew on her nail. “True. Very true.”
Finch bit her lip. Changing the subject was hard. "Soo...you have any family?"
"Healing plants…hmm…" Finch trailed off, reflectively. "Well, this is a willow tree right here, it’s bark is good for curing headaches," the ginger informed her, patting the tree...
+5 Approached the Fox
Prim still had tears on her face when she stood up to follow Finch. Why did Katniss have to go? Why did she volunteer it was not worth it at all. She missed her sister so much and once Finch said Meadow Prim had to cry again. It reminded her o fthe song her sister used to sing. The same song she sang to Rue as she died in her arms and he same song Prim softly sang at home while crying when she watched her beloved sister die. Without waiting for Finch she sat into the middle of the meadow and started to sing the very same song again " Deep in the meadow...under a willow..... a bed of grass.... a soft green pillow.... lay..... down your head....a.and close your eyes...."Â
The song instantly brought Finch back to the Games. It was enough she had to relive them each night she laid her head on her pillow, but now too. She collapsed to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks, as the flashbacks ripped through her skull. Thresh. Katniss. Peeta. Dead. Dead. Dead. Nightlock berries. Poisoned careers. Dead. Cato spending a whole night and half a day stalking her, almost killing her, until a tree just happened to fall on him, crushing his sternum. Dead. If the Games start lasting too long and start getting boring, the arena starts killing people. Dead. All dead. Except her.
"Healing plants…hmm…" Finch trailed off, reflectively. "Well, this is a willow tree right here, it’s bark is good for curing headaches," the ginger informed her, patting the tree softly. Hmm… "Lavender works as a good antiseptic, aloe vera treats burns, cuts, and infections, catnip helps toothaches and fevers…but you probably know this all already… Oh! But here’s something you probably don’t: dandelions. Surely there’s a field of these around here somewhere?" Finch looked around. Wait… "Did you say Everdeen?"
Prim listened for a while. She knew who this girl was. She knew. Saw her in the games. She really knew a lot about plants.  Though Prim knew all of that as well. Her mother taught her how to use what nature gives her to heal herself. " I did say Everdeen… you probably know my sister.. Katniss Everdeen"Â
Finch, who originally had gotten excited to show her knowledge about something, grew quiet, and her face fell. “Yes. I do, of course,” she mumbled, miserably. She didn’t like being brought back to the Games. “Would you believe me if I were to tell you I wanted her to win?” She got pulled back into a memory, the girl from District Two’s knives plunging into the girl on fire’s back—she collapsed, falling out of the tree. The short career ran to her and ripped out her knives, rolling her over onto her back. She then plunged one of her knives into her heart from the front. She gasped, and died. Finch had been watching from the bushes. Wide eyed and afraid, she ran away, tears falling. She stumbled upon lover boy—slumped over, also dead, his face in a pile of the poisonous nightlock berries. That’s how she killed the careers, as a revenge for killing her favorite tribute. With the berries that killed the baker. Lost in her memories, Finch didn’t realized she started crying in real life, too.
+5 Approached the Fox
Prim had already tears streaming down her face. Every night she saw her sisters death over and over again. Every night she was woken up by her own screams for her sister and peeta. When she saw Foxface sitting here today she almost wanted to kill her herself just to get some sort of revenge for her sister but she knew it wasn't right and not Foxface fault and she saw that the girl was sorry for what happened as well and killed the Tributed who killed her sister but it was not enough for Prim. Nothing could change what the Captiol had done. What kind of grief they brought to her family.Â
She sat down next to foxface, not trying to hide her tears. " It.. it's nice to know but... it's not bringing her back... nothing will bring her back"Â Katniss was like the only suppost her family had. Her mother promised to take care of her but once she saw Katniss dead body she went into shock again and Prim was sure this time she wouldn't be able to bring her out of it.Â
Finch nodded, though she could hardly emphathize with the girl. She hadn't lost anyone to the Games. She was an only child with few friends. "It's just not fair," Finch muttered miserably. There had to be something they could do, some sort of vendetta they could seek. But what? Frowning, Finch decided to change the subject. "What was I going to tell you? Oh, right! Dandelions. Come, I think there's a meadow just around that oak..." Finch trailed off, walking down the grassy path, beckoning the small blond girl to follow.
"Healing plants…hmm…" Finch trailed off, reflectively. "Well, this is a willow tree right here, it’s bark is good for curing headaches," the ginger informed her, patting the tree softly. Hmm… "Lavender works as a good antiseptic, aloe vera treats burns, cuts, and infections, catnip helps toothaches and fevers…but you probably know this all already… Oh! But here’s something you probably don’t: dandelions. Surely there’s a field of these around here somewhere?" Finch looked around. Wait… "Did you say Everdeen?"
Prim listened for a while. She knew who this girl was. She knew. Saw her in the games. She really knew a lot about plants.  Though Prim knew all of that as well. Her mother taught her how to use what nature gives her to heal herself. " I did say Everdeen… you probably know my sister.. Katniss Everdeen"Â
Finch, who originally had gotten excited to show her knowledge about something, grew quiet, and her face fell. "Yes. I do, of course," she mumbled, miserably. She didn't like being brought back to the Games. "Would you believe me if I were to tell you I wanted her to win?" She got pulled back into a memory, the girl from District Two's knives plunging into the girl on fire's back--she collapsed, falling out of the tree. The short career ran to her and ripped out her knives, rolling her over onto her back. She then plunged one of her knives into her heart from the front. She gasped, and died. Finch had been watching from the bushes. Wide eyed and afraid, she ran away, tears falling. She stumbled upon lover boy--slumped over, also dead, his face in a pile of the poisonous nightlock berries. That's how she killed the careers, as a revenge for killing her favorite tribute. With the berries that killed the baker. Lost in her memories, Finch didn't realized she started crying in real life, too.
"I suppose you could say that," Finch shrugged, thankful for the topic change. "I don’t manage a garden or anything, never really have, but I’ve studied up and many plants and such in the wilderness—things that would be good for survival, okay to eat, drink, medicines, or just pretty flowers or plants with interesting qualities."
"Good thing to know…." she smiled a little, listening to her. Emma however did have a garden, naturally taking comfort on her own with soil between her fingers, especially when she just needed to zone out and get lost in her thoughts."You never know when it’ll come in um handy, right?"
Finch nodded, sadly. "Yes...as with any skill..." she trailed off, lost in thought.
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"I find it calming to do some writing in the woods," Finch admitted to the girl in which she had just met. Intrigued by the rest of her statement, the redhead perked up. "Oh? What kinds? I know plants pretty well, I studied them for the Games. It was how I won, I’m not much physically," Finch chuckled. Wow. She was talkative today. She was never talkative! Rather shy, actually. "Oh, right. I’m Finch, you?" she asked, awkwardly.
Won the games… that’s why the girl was so familiar to her. She picked up some plants. ” healing plants. I’m becoming a healer”  she said picking up more plants her eyes never leaving the Girl. ” I’m Primrose…. Primrose Everdeen, you can call me Prim”Â
"Healing plants...hmm..." Finch trailed off, reflectively. "Well, this is a willow tree right here, it's bark is good for curing headaches," the ginger informed her, patting the tree softly. Hmm... "Lavender works as a good antiseptic, aloe vera treats burns, cuts, and infections, catnip helps toothaches and fevers...but you probably know this all already... Oh! But here's something you probably don't: dandelions. Surely there's a field of these around here somewhere?" Finch looked around. Wait... "Did you say Everdeen?"
+5 Approached the Fox
"Oh?" Finch mumbled, incoherently, having been disrupted out of her flow activity. "Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there. I’m kind of out of it right now—" she frowned a little as she looked up at the person she didn’t quite recognize. "Can I help you?"
Prim looked up at the Girl infront of her. She seemed to be a funny Girl but she had those Fox like features that made her wary. " I was just searching for some plants.. what are you doing here?"Â
"I find it calming to do some writing in the woods," Finch admitted to the girl in which she had just met. Intrigued by the rest of her statement, the redhead perked up. "Oh? What kinds? I know plants pretty well, I studied them for the Games. It was how I won, I'm not much physically," Finch chuckled. Wow. She was talkative today. She was never talkative! Rather shy, actually. "Oh, right. I'm Finch, you?" she asked, awkwardly.
+5 Approached the Fox
"Oh?" Finch mumbled, incoherently, having been disrupted out of her flow activity. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there. I'm kind of out of it right now--" she frowned a little as she looked up at the person she didn't quite recognize. "Can I help you?"
"Definitely…" Finch trailed off, her lip quivering a little. She didn’t like this topic, and wished she could think of something lighter to switch it to.
Emma chewed back on her lip, her teeth toying with the ring in her lip before while she savoured the awkward silence that followed. “Soo…are you a plant person too?”
"I suppose you could say that," Finch shrugged, thankful for the topic change. "I don't manage a garden or anything, never really have, but I've studied up and many plants and such in the wilderness--things that would be good for survival, okay to eat, drink, medicines, or just pretty flowers or plants with interesting qualities."
Finch nodded. “We were lucky then, having relatively easy arenas.” Finch frowned. She never thought she’d attribute “lucky” or “easy” with the Hunger Games before. It was true though. Some people got tundras, or even worse, deserts.
Emma rubbed her hand over the back of her neck, “Yeah, but it’s everything after winning that’s um less easy or uh, lucky.” she spoke flatly, assuming Finch went through the same crap they all did after winning.
"Definitely..." Finch trailed off, her lip quivering a little. She didn't like this topic, and wished she could think of something lighter to switch it to.
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am." (slyaswasthefox Foxface/Finch sideblog).
"Alright little fox, I’m cutting you off." He took the drink out of the redhead’s hand and held it away from her. "You’ve had more than enough."
"Not a problem, little fox." He walked her over to the front desk. "Hello, would you happen to know what room Finch is in? It seems to have slipped her mind." Finnick smiled, hoping his charm could be of use.
The sleepy, late-night receptionist nodded and turned toward her computer. She yawned and wiped her eye, smearing her thick, zebra-patterned eyeliner across her face. It didn’t make the current Capitol-trendy look she was wearing any worse. "Floor 5, room 515," she was boredom, before picking up a magazine—Who’s Hot and Who’s Not, Capitol Insider. "My life really seems to revolve around 5s…" Finch slurred, giggling a little as she found this amusing for some reason. She hiccuped, and giggled again.
"Thank you." Finnick noticed his name on the cover of the magazine and had to make a conscious effort to not roll his eyes. He turned back to Finch and smiled. “Not a bad number.” Wow that sounded even dumber than it did in his head. He must be more tired than he thought. The victor began walking to the elevators with Finch in tow.
Finch shuffled along close behind Finnick and soon enough they reached the elevators, which dinged open and they promptly entered. Finch grinned and decided it would be funny to press all of the buttons instead of just the one for floor 5.
He sighed. “You’re supposed to do that before you get off the elevator.” Finch’s smile was contagious, especially when drunk. “You then hop off and hope the other person has a room on the top floor.”
"Oh…" Finch trailed off, frowning. She scrunched up her forehead, thinking how to fix this. After a few moments she gave up. The elevator doors dinged open at floor 3. Johanna Mason stood in the door opening. She promptly walked in. Before greeting them she went to press a button for her floor. "What?" Her eyes narrowed at the heavily-intoxicated Finch and sober Finnick. "What’s the meaning of this?" she asked, her hand outstretched toward the panel of buttons, an irritated expression on her face.
Finnick bit his lip to try not to smile. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Johanna's dark eyes narrowed at the bronze-haired victor. "I have a freshly sharpened axe in my hotel room, just to let you know." She turned to the heavily intoxicated ginger. "Was this you?" Finch nodded. "Yes," she giggled.
"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am." (slyaswasthefox Foxface/Finch sideblog).
"Alright little fox, I’m cutting you off." He took the drink out of the redhead’s hand and held it away from her. "You’ve had more than enough."
"Not a problem, little fox." He walked her over to the front desk. "Hello, would you happen to know what room Finch is in? It seems to have slipped her mind." Finnick smiled, hoping his charm could be of use.
The sleepy, late-night receptionist nodded and turned toward her computer. She yawned and wiped her eye, smearing her thick, zebra-patterned eyeliner across her face. It didn’t make the current Capitol-trendy look she was wearing any worse. "Floor 5, room 515," she was boredom, before picking up a magazine—Who’s Hot and Who’s Not, Capitol Insider. "My life really seems to revolve around 5s…" Finch slurred, giggling a little as she found this amusing for some reason. She hiccuped, and giggled again.
"Thank you." Finnick noticed his name on the cover of the magazine and had to make a conscious effort to not roll his eyes. He turned back to Finch and smiled. “Not a bad number.” Wow that sounded even dumber than it did in his head. He must be more tired than he thought. The victor began walking to the elevators with Finch in tow.
Finch shuffled along close behind Finnick and soon enough they reached the elevators, which dinged open and they promptly entered. Finch grinned and decided it would be funny to press all of the buttons instead of just the one for floor 5.
He sighed. “You’re supposed to do that before you get off the elevator.” Finch’s smile was contagious, especially when drunk. “You then hop off and hope the other person has a room on the top floor.”
"Oh..." Finch trailed off, frowning. She scrunched up her forehead, thinking how to fix this. After a few moments she gave up. The elevator doors dinged open at floor 3. Johanna Mason stood in the door opening. She promptly walked in. Before greeting them she went to press a button for her floor. "What?" Her eyes narrowed at the heavily-intoxicated Finch and sober Finnick. "What's the meaning of this?" she asked, her hand outstretched toward the panel of buttons, an irritated expression on her face.
Finch nodded. It made sense, for the training to correspond to what the arena would be like. “What were your Games like, then?” she asked, curious.
Emma made a face, “Oh I got lucky. I um, had like a this swamp area, belted by this big old forest. Lots of trees to hide in and um familiar grounds…”
Finch nodded. "We were lucky then, having relatively easy arenas." Finch frowned. She never thought she'd attribute "lucky" or "easy" with the Hunger Games before. It was true though. Some people got tundras, or even worse, deserts.
