𝕱𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝕺𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒓

𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵. ───────── 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗢𝗗𝗔𝗜𝗥 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙮 .

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( jannik schümann | twenty-one | cis man | he / him ) oh darling, did you see? that’s finnick odair, a victor from district four! they won the 65th hunger games at just fourteen years old, i remember it being quite the event. i did see on their latest magazine article that they’re charming, enigmatic, and calculating, and that they are mentoring this year. honestly, they remind me of sitting in warm sand as you watch the sun fall behind the horizon, the deceptive invitation of seemingly calm waves hiding a current waiting to pull you under, something out of an old-world text about gods and monsters where beauty and power go hand in hand, the hushed secret whispers no one would risk sharing alone that somehow flow like water when his hands are on your body. what the public doesn’t know is that they’re a part of plutarch heavensbee’s rebellion, but such things can’t be said out loud.

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WHO : open WHEN : day two of tribute training WHERE : bar in the mentor's center

if he was tired there was no way of knowing it simply by looking at him — finnick's prep team had done a perfect job of hiding the dark circles under his eyes, thankfully they'd mastered that art not long after he won his games. the bruises on his knuckles and arms were long gone, leaving no trace of the hours he'd spent up with isla and neptune gauging their skills first hand. they had been a hit with the crowd, neptune especially, and after watching them during their first day of training he knew there was a solid chance one of them would be making it home when all was said and done as long as he held up his side of the arrangement — which was half the reason he was here instead of watching training again. finding sponsors was easy enough, but finding ones with deep pockets? he'd always found it was better to start early. he imagined someone would eventually notice he never really drank whatever it was he ordered, though he doubted anyone would say much even if they did. still he kept the glass in hand as he wandered through the room to find himself a seat at a table in the back for a moment of quiet — three hours of flirting and talking up his tributes on top of the lack of sleep was nearly enough to convince him to retreat upstairs where the capitolites couldn't easily follow, but he could settle for a few minutes in the company of a familiar face instead. "you'd think at least some of them would get tired of all this eventually."

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all  good  things  end    ,  and  apparently  that  included  her  ability  to  sidestep  finnick  odair  and  his  surprising  interest  in  engaging  her  in  conversation   —  when  she'd  met  him  on  her  victory  party  right  before  she  was  allowed  to  go  home  and  escape  the  capitol  ,  he'd  found  her  at  the  bar  and  talked  at  her  until  the  old  lady  —  mags   —  had  come  to  her  rescue  and  pulled  him  away  .  when  her  victory  tour  came  around  and  she  stopped  at  district  four  ,  it  was  déjà  vu  all  over  again  —  once  again  ,  she'd  been  rescued  by  mags  ,  and  that  was  the  moment  she  decided  she  would  follow  that  lady  until  the  end  of  the  world  ,  forever  in  her  debt  .  johanna  had  avoided  him  perfectly  at  the  presidential  party  —  not  on  purpose  ,  but  because  she'd  been  led  into  an  office  and  forced  to  swim  with  sharks  —  and  when  her  phone  had  rang  in  district  seven  and  he  was  on  the  other  side  ,  she'd  asked  him  what  exactly  his  problem  was  and  hung  up  before  getting  an  answer  .  suffice  to  say  ,  she  hadn't  been  very  nice  at  all  ,  and  that  ought  to  have  been  enough  to  placate  him  —  apparently  not  .  "  odair  .  "  thankful  for  the  fresh  glass  of  champagne  she'd  picked  up  on  her  way  out  of  a  conversation  she  hadn't  wanted  to  engage  in  ,  she  took  a  chance  to  sip  it  ,  knowing  it  was  her  own  fault  for  not  watching  her  step  and  walking  directly  into  him  .  "  where's  mags  ?  "

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finnick truly hadn't gone out of his way to find her — this time, anyways. given the lecture mags had given him before she'd let him out of her sight, he fully intended to wait until the older victor had decided to turn in for the night before he sought johanna out. hell, maybe he'd even decide to leave her alone and let her come around in her own time. of course all of that went out the window the moment she'd run smack into him, champagne splashing on the floor from the mostly-untouched glass he's yet to simply leave somewhere. it's instinct when he reaches out and catches her arm to steady her, though just as quickly as he'd touched her he had pulled his hand away, instead offering something of an amused grin. "oh, she's around. she's busy this time of year, especially when she's not officially mentoring the tributes. someone has to make sure we all play nice with each other and our hosts." he took a moment to consider, and there's an almost imperceivable tilt of his head as he debates on just letting her run off the way he'd be willing to bet she wants to — unfortunately for johanna, it would go against his nature to pass up such a beautifully lucky chance at working his way past the walls she seems to hide behind. "you hung up on me."

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