Roots of Destruction 𓅫 Finnick Odair X OC

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Briar clearly needed a good night's sleep. As there were no alarms set for the day, and Johanna hadn't come baring in to wake her, the brunette has awoken to an alarm clock that reads 10:47am. The past three days of training have clearly taken more of a toll on Briar than she had initially thought, and last night's sleep was glorious. The District 7 team had agreed to allow their tributes to start their day whenever they woke up as there is no set schedule for the day, with the majority of the itinerary for the day being preparation for their interviews with Caesar Flickerman tomorrow. And Briar is beyond grateful for the sleep she managed to get.

A few of her joints crack as she sits herself up, and stretches her back up straight. She needs to get changed and head out for breakfast, but her bed is simply too comfortable to move from. It is a long shot, she is aware of that fact, but it doesn't stop her from calling out, "Johanna?"

It takes a few moments, but eventually Johanna walks in the room, still half asleep, "is everything okay?"

"Can you bring me breakfast?"

Johanna's eyes widen in shock and she lets out a laugh of disbelief, "you seriously called me in here to ask for breakfast in bed?"

"I called you in to ask you to bring me breakfast in bed, yes."

"You are unbelievable," she sighs, shaking her head as she sits beside Briar in bed. She lifts the duvet, tucking her legs under it before she rests her head against Briar's shoulder.

"So, that's a no to breakfast in bed?"

"Yes, it is a no. You're going to join us all for breakfast."

"Fine," she sighs.

"I wanted to speak to you about something," Johanna trails off.

"Oh no, what have I done now?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to suggest something. Now, I want to preface this by saying that I am going to do everything I can to keep you alive, but on the off chance that you don't survive you may want to write a letter to mum and dad."

"That sounds like a good idea... but you need to promise me that you won't read it. I will write you your own one."

Johanna nods, "I wouldn't unless you said I could anyway."

"Alright, I will write them after prep today. Speaking of, what are we actually doing today?"

"You'll have some time with Fauna to work on walking in heels– yes you have to wear heels, no you don't get a choice– and time with me and Blight so you can learn the right way to answer questions."

"There's a right way to answer questions?"

"Yes."

"Right... so, I assume we need to actually get up and go for breakfast then?"

"Correct. Let's go."

The twins both stand up and Briar slides her slippers on, then they head through to the dining room. Breakfast itself was rather uneventful, the District 7 group's discussion mainly revolved around the tribute's training scores and the plans for the day. Briar herself was fairly quiet for a lot of the meal, not for any particular reason, but more so as she doesn't have a whole lot to contribute to the conversation. Instead, she takes her time to consider possible questions she may be asked during her time on stage the next day, and she has come to the daunting realisation that she may not be as prepared as she had hoped to wow potential sponsors and impress the citizens.

When the dirty dishes have been removed by the Avoxes, Blight and Johanna turn to face their tributes. "Are you both comfortable here, or would you like to move to the living room?" Blight asks.