𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄 |❀| In which Quinn Marshal, Victor of the 68th Hunger games is thrusted back into the games where she reunites with an old enemy Finnick Odair. Where Finnick's holds the record for youngest Victor, Quinn holds the record for most ki...
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𝐈t was early. Quinn laid on her uncomfortable mattress with her back facing Finnick as he traced over the scars on her back. Today was the day Quinn would meet with President Coin for the first time since she got there and there was no hiding the dread she was feeling.
"𝐖ill I like her?" Her voice echoed as she rolled over to face the boy from 4. "Absolutely!" He replied with a fake overdramatic voice. Quinn gave him a look of annoyance before sitting up from her position and grabbing her shirt off a chair nearby then putting it on. "Okay, okay!" He laughed. "Probably not" He admitted. "Just try and be nice and please for heavens sake DO NOT make an enemy out of her?" He followed her around as she readied herself. "I don't need a lecture" She said.
"𝐓his isn't a lecture, this is advice" He corrected. "I don't need that either!" She added as Finnick gave her a knowing look. "Quinn" He said seriously. "Yes, yes, I'll be a good girl" She mocked with a joking expression while turning to face him. "Just because I kissed you doesn't mean you get to boss me around" She snarled walking closer to him. "Uh first of all that's exactly what it means, and second of all I'm pretty sure it was the other way around!" He joked with the same overdramatic tone as before while Quinn rolled her eyes again.
"𝐖hatever just quit looking at me like that" She said with furrowed brows and pointed at his face. "Like what?" He mocked while intensifying his gaze on her. "Like THAT" She raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about" He smirked. "Hm, sure.." She narrowed her eyes at him as she turned to leave. "Uh uh uh not so fast! Aren't you forgetting something?" Finnick questioned as she turned back around confusedly. "Oh, I suppose you want me to kiss you.." She replied unsurprised.
"𝐍o" She said simply. He chuckled in slight embarrassment as she rose an eyebrow teasingly and a smirk grew on her perfect face, before backing away. "Thats rich, considering you just slept with me" He replied playfully. "Don't get too confident now" Quinn smirked in amusement. "Ouch, but no." He responded as a look of fake disappointment flashed of the Victor from 5's face. "I was talking about your leg brace" He said holding up the object as Quinn let out a very loud and annoyed groan.
𝐔nfortunately due to the torture she had endured in the capitol she had been left with a limp and Beetee had been ordered by President Coin to make her a leg brace to help speed up the healing process. Whether it was permanent or not was still a mystery to her. "I am NOT wearing that!" She protested which also made Finnick sigh audibly. "Quinn! The nurse said—" He attempted but failed as the girl immediately cut him off. "I don't give a flying fuck what the nurse said! I will not wear that hideous piece of junk metal!" She replied harshly.
"𝐈t is not hideous, It is functional! And it will help you heal" Finnick argued as she gave him an unimpressed look. "It is hideous" She corrected while slumping back down on a stool. "I'm sure Beetee wouldn't be happy to hear you disrespecting his creation" He jeered. "Well then you can return it to Beetee and tell him to give it to someone who actually wants it! Said Quinn who was already making her way out of the door, not bothering to turn around and listen to what was being shouted at her from behind.
