Lost at Sea || Finnick Odair x OC (DISCONTINUED)

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FINNICK

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Ah, the Victory Tour. One of the worst parts about this mess. The good news is it's only once. The bad news is six months pass in a blur, and then you have to become a mentor.

Only a year ago I was doing this. Only six months ago, I was dreading having to coach some poor kid. In the end, I got a friend.

I stare at the poster. She's wearing a blue dress with a long skirt. There's a second layer with triangle-shaped fabrics of a lighter blue, and another of a lighter color on top of that. Between the triangle layers is a net, and her midriff is exposed. She wears a beige top that cuts low, and is almost a tank-top shape, so it reminds me of a swimsuit. It's very loose, and moves when she moves. She wears a pearl necklace, a golden one, golden arm bands, golden hoops on her wrists, and even some silver bracelets. Her hair is pulled high, free of anything. She has pearl earrings in, and dark eye makeup that make her look seductive and victorious. She's pulled into a pose like a dancer, with words over the image;

DAPHNE KAIHE
VICTORY TOUR

IN HONOR OF THE 66TH HUNGER GAMES

I smile, thinking of how District 4 has now had two back-to-back Victors. The most recent district to do so was District 1, with brother and sister Gloss and Cashmere. Something about this one feels more special. Daphne was underestimated heavily, and showed everyone up. She wasn't groomed into it like me, or Gloss, or Cashmere. She simply got picked, and she won.

"We're very close to District 12 now!" Our guide, Kiernan (I finally had to learn his name because I have to address him now) says with a tone of disgust. He's changed his hair to powder blue, and he has temporary tattoos like golden waves on his neck, which peek out of his violet suit. "You'll need to read from these cards..." He hands them to Daphne, who is currently wearing a green, button-down dress, a black belt, and a black sweater (since 12 is cold) and black ankle boots. She takes them, but barely even looks at them. "...discussing how the tributes were brave and noble warriors, spreading gratitude, and thanking the Capitol's generosity!"

"'Kay." Daphne says. She seems to have had a sort of downfall in all of this, and anyone can see why. She killed eight people, let one die. The worst of it all will be District 5- Kore's district.

Once we exit the train, I'm hit with the smell of coal, and- well, poverty. This is the poorest and smallest of the districts, known only for coal mining and typically dying the first few seconds into the Games. While these people are likely bitter, they'll probably be excited, since the party will provide some livelihood and food, both of which they lack.

The crowd is gathered in the town square, which is very small. Daphne walks onto the stage, her cards in her hand. She doesn't make an effort to smile, or look wealthy and special. I can see why. These people have a sagging look to them; not from old age. Hardly anybody here is lucky enough for that. But from hard work, and coal dust filling their lungs, and loose skin. Mags and I stand on either side of the entrance, flanked by a few peacekeepers. Daphne is barely able to look at the crowd. They're all scowling horribly.

She reads from her cards like some sort of robot. It's clear she doesn't like anything they say. Up on two podiums are two families; on the left, for the boy, a group of five children and a single father are standing, shivering in the cold with very few coats. On the right, there is a single older woman with a cane, her legs set in some sort of makeshift brace.