Exotic, finnick odair

~ The Epilogue.

Play music. " Young and Beautiful" Lana Del Rey. 1 hour.

Scene 23;

3 months later,

Jenesis closed her journal. Ending the detailed story with how she wished and imagined it went. Staring out at the green looking sea of District Four. She could hear people calling her name in the distance. Jumbled voices that belonged to the dead. Sounds of happy laughter from the story she had just ended. Jenesis basked in the laugher calmly. Taking Finnick's helpful advice to imagine it as if it was from another reality. Another universe where she wished she would've met the two people named Imani and Treyvon. A universe where she would move in with them, maybe have them as her best friends.

Jenesis felt a presence coming from behind her. And by the hefty thudding of their feet indenting the sand, she knew it wasn't her dear sister Jasmine. She knew it wasn't Cinthia, and not Vincent for he was dead.

Finnick.

He sat himself beside her. " Mags, Cinthia, and Jasmine are making dinner."

Jenesis nodded her head. Closing her eyes as she felt the ocean breeze leave goosebumps on her skin. " That's good,"

" We're gonna buy shrimp, so Mags can make those crispy shrimp balls. I'm boiling crawfish and crab legs, and you are gonna make that shrimp fried rice. The one Mags taught you remember?"
Finnick looked over at Jenesis. Seeing how she was basking in the light breeze on the sunny day of District Four.

They were out of the Victors Village. Sitting on the sand while sea watching like normal Citizens did everyday. Since the Games, Cinthia moved into the Victors House with Jenesis and Jasmine. Even though Jenesis felt peace and comfort around her family, there was something about being alone with her journal only— that made her feel safe. She didn't want to act up too much in front of the others. And when she felt a memory peaking up, Jenesis distanced herself physically for the greater good.

The ocean that stretched across the District was the go-to place.

" When do I start?" Jenesis asked, placing her journal out in front of her.

Finnick lightly shrugged, " Anytime you want really. We have three and half hours till dinner time."

Jenesis nodded slowly, intensely observing  how the waves folded over each other. Each wave a different size and moving at its own speed.

" You finished the journal?" Finnick asked as calmly as possible.

Jenesis nodded her head, " Yeah. I made my own ending. All three of us won and ran away."

Finnick raised a brow. " To where?"

" To one of the old Continents we learnt about. From the forbidden history books?"

Finnick nodded his head slowly. Maybe they ran to Asia, or perhaps Africa? Somewhere where the leader wasn't corrupted, and they wouldn't be titled " Victors".

" Who knows, maybe people from 11 are from Africa. Or....me...maybe. You know...the darker skin...." Jenesis shrugged at the thought.

Finnick laughed, " You sound like a history book yourself right now."

Finnick peaked over at the journal, deciding to slowly reach out to it. When Jenesis didn't react, giving him a silent; go ahead, he proceeded.

Finnick's eyes scanned over the journal that Jenesis had started using a while ago. Finnick knew she used it as a mental health support item, and as a way to story tell.
But he did not know what story Jenesis was telling.

He could see that there was an attempted, and actually a well executed sketch of a darker skinned boy with curled hair, and a fairer skinned girl with brown hair.

Sketches that seemed to be Imani and Treyvon from the 69th Hunger Games.

" I can't seem to get Imani's nose right."

Finnick looked over at Jenesis. Seeing that she was staring hard at the opened journal of Imani's face.

" You know, you can take it to a professional Intellectual Sketcher. Right Jen?" Finnick advised more than asked.

" I don't need anyone knowing that I'm still thinking of my dead allies from another District."

Finnick nodded his head slowly. Closing the journal gently.

The two continued to look out to the green ocean. Jenesis seemed to be very relaxed as she looked out to the green sea. If any civilian walked by right now, or even spotted her, no one would think that she's conflicted. Her face looked neutral. Like she was admiring the Ocean on a regular day.

But Finnick—Finnick could tell that there was something going on in Jenesis's head. Though he did not know what.

Jenesis was so introverted to the point where she barely expressed how she felt anymore. Sometimes, you can see the distress on her face. Those were the times when she made no effort to hiding it. But if she did, Finnick nor Mags could tell what she was thinking.

This started two weeks after the official return of Jenesis Hammaz.

Vincent was used an an example. Finnick recalls the early morning. They had made plans to sail on the ocean. Jasmine, Jenesis, Cinthia, Finnick, and Mags. They were all eating sweet bread with seaweed, and grilled fish with peppers. It was a day that was filled with more hope then the previous. But nothing went according to the plan.

Jenesis had stood still when she heard about Vincent's death. He had " drowned" apparently—When he had went on his one man sail. Drowning, the most embarrassing and unexpected way to die in a place infested with water. Jenesis had walked back into her room, and hadn't come out for the rest of the day. Overnight counted too.

Finnick had kept an eye on Jenesis. He was sure that she hadn't done anything rebellious after her win, and she wasn't defiling Snow or the Capital in any way. Of course, Finnick knew it was the work of Snow. And he was sure Jenesis came to that conclusion too. In the end, him and Mags believed that the reason was to let Jenesis know that she wasn't powerful.

She held no power like the Capital TV claimed she did.

It was a direct blow from Snow—The person who sat and controlled every game. Who moved every game piece to his liking, no matter the status.

It was a blow that Jenesis did not retaliate from.

She did not wish to to respond. She didn't dare to.

That was how she ended up here.

" Let's get going Jen," Finnick softly said. " We can bake something to wrap up today. After dinner though."

Jenesis remained sitting." Okay,"

Finnick glanced at the green sea, than back at Jenesis. " You wanna go now?"

Jenesis didn't respond, only rising to her feet as she picked up her journal.

Finnick hummed, understanding her silence as he got up too. The sand made his hands a little damp, but he just brushed them together.
Jenesis teared her gaze away from the ocean, sucking in a deep breath.

They began to walk. The sound of waves clashing gave a nice goodbye to them.

" What would you like to bake later?"

" Brownies."

; " Do not pray for an easy life, pray for the strength to endure a difficult one."
—Bruce Lee

In which Jenesis Airmone Hammaz will endure all the possible pain, until it's useful.