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

Forty: bruh moment

FINNICK

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I take Daphne's hand, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. I lead her up the stairs, gently placing her in her bed. Before I pull the covers up, she leans up to my ear.

"They're planning to take over 4."

I freeze. Take over? What the hell is that supposed to mean. I pull the blankets up and kiss her goodnight, not caring whether or not they see me. She's tired, but I can feel her smile as she lays her head on the pillow. I hate not being able to crawl into the bed next to her, but if a boy with the mockingjay symbol received that...

"Goodnight, Daphne."

"Goodnight, Finnick."

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She wears a black sweater and a red skirt as we walk into the square. Very few people are even milling about, however. I frown, and catch sight of Haymitch buying some liquor from a vendor. We run up, gently greeting him.

Daphne looks around expectantly. "Where are they?"

Haymitch smiles sarcastically. "Oh, they didn't want to be out here, what with all the... unrest in the districts."

Districts. So, it's not just here. They haven't told us anything, and for a good reason. Haymitch is our scapegoat. It isn't just here that the problems lie. It isn't just 4 that is experiencing unrest.

I smile and nod as I order some liquor. "Ah, that's a shame."

Haymitch nods. "Hey, can we go for a walk? I haven't seen the beach in a while."

Daphne smiles and nods. "Yeah, sure!" She grabs a drink for herself, and we lead Haymitch beyond the square. The streets are empty, even of Peacekeepers, who have all been asked to attend the party.

I look at the scenery. I see a red mockingjay spray painted onto an old canoe. I see the charred lump of old wood that used to be a Peacekeeper outlook, but it was burned down days ago. I see the boats for fishing that haven't been used in over a week now.

We trail along the water. Daphne, Haymitch and I hold our shoes in our hands and our drinks in the other as we let the waves lap over us. He must decide we're far away enough to whisper.

"What the hell is going on here?" He asks.

"Strikes." Daphne answers. "Riots. Beatings." I think of the welt that she's covered up. A welt that hasn't fully healed yet.

"It's bad, Haymitch." I say, bringing my drink up to my lips as I watch the black ocean in the dead of night. "We've got a curfew, now. More Peacekeepers. The Victors Village isn't even safe anymore. People are losing business, work, family... last week, three people were hung."

"It isn't just here." Haymitch grunts. Daphne's eyes go wide in fear, and she shakes her head a bit as she walks alongside me. "We haven't seen 1, 2, and 3 yet, but everywhere else is looking pretty bad. District 8 had a major strike, and one of their factories blew up. Miners in 12 got longer days, 11 got longer work hours."

I remember Katniss's speech in 11. About little Rue. I remember how she cried, how Peeta donated some of their earnings to the families of Rue and Thresh. I know that must have set off Snow.