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𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏, 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐈𝐑. Finnick had his arm wrapped around her shoulder to provide some sort of warmth. Standing next to the wall were Johanna, Beetee, and Wiress. Haymitch turned to look at the newly-arrived pair.
What caught Four's pair by shock was the way Haymitch's arm was wrapped around Chiara's waist, his other hand holding a glass of scotch. Finnick and Scarlet shared a smirk until Haymitch started to speak about something serious, clicking his fingers in their way to gather their attention.
Haymitch informed them about the plan he had created. The rebellion plan. Everyone seemed to have agreed to it, including the District 4 tributes. He explained why it was necessary, how the head game-maker was part of it. Finnick asked where they would go and he revealed District 13 is alive and well. Everyone was eager to hurt President Snow.
"You in, sweetheart?" Asked Haymitch, Scarlet being the only one left to answer. "Remember who the real enemy is." He pursued as he watched the hesitancy on the girl's face.
"Under a condition."
"Do tell."
"I want my sister and her husband out of there." She sternly demanded.
Haymitch couldn't help but sigh at her never-ending demands, "Great, sweetheart, anyone else?"
Scarlet looked at Finnick and turned back to Haymitch. "And I want━"
"I wasn't being serious when I asked━"
"I want Mags and Annie out of District 4, too." Scarlet crossed her hands, "Otherwise, I'm out, and if I'm out, so is Finnick." The blonde boy shrugged in agreement.
"And me." Johanna chimes in.
"Alright, alright!" Haymitch raised her hands, "We have a deal." He rolled his eyes and shot Chiara an exhausted look, and the woman chuckled in return, not expecting anything less from Scarlet.
All of the victors shook hands with Haymitch before leaving to act as normal as possible. Well, Scarlet joked that Chiara probably did more than just shake hands with Haymitch and Finnick seemed to agree.
After a long time, Scarlet no longer felt like a pawn in someone's dirty games. Maybe there was a stop to all this.
As the two were in the elevator, travelling down. "God, it's so itchy." She tried taking out a piece of shell in her hair, rubbing it against the skin of her neck harshly.
