Finnick and Annie

The Propo

After the gathering in the bottom floors, we were led back to the hospital and everything returned to normal. I was slightly reassured by Coin’s announcement. Even though I’d been terrified at first, that Katniss would mess up, but then I realized… without her, things wouldn’t change and then nothing would matter. After all I’d lived, after all Annie had seen, the thought of death was more welcoming than the thought of having to go back to the way things were. I had faith in her. Despite all her flaws, Katniss was a fighter.

            I was summoned a few days later. Perhaps the nurses had seen me calmer, or maybe Plutarch just really needed me, but I was led out of the hospital and towards some sort of set. Once I got there, they told me they were filming a propo. I was confused about what I was doing there, though I was technically still part of the revolution, I’d had a pretty big role before I lost my head.

            I wondered around the set for a while. Katniss just stood there, in front of the cameras for what seemed like hours, without speaking or doing much of anything. She looked fierce and sexy at the same time, which seemed ridiculous to me. Her hair was no longer awful, and a lot of her scars were gone. The scars, like the one Johanna had inflicted on her whilst removing her tracker, that they0d been unable to deal with, they’d covered up. The bloody bandage was pretty clever.

            Once they were done shooting, Katniss was called over to see the final result, it was pretty badass. Her eyes were fixated on the screen, as I crept closer to her and whispered, “They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.” My money was on the first two, as I couldn’t think of why someone in their right mind would want to be Katniss… but then again, Capitol people weren’t in their right minds.

            Katniss raised an eyebrow at me, as if surprised I was speaking. I couldn’t blame her. Even though it was almost time for dinner, Katniss was ushered back to her position. Fulvia, who was in charge of filming the propos, and Plutarch, wanted a slogan. I guess it wasn’t too much to ask, except it really sucked. I snickered silently as Katniss walked back to her position and the smoke machine was turned on once more.

            Fulvia painted a really gruesome, story, full of death and suffering to help Katniss’ inspiration, and then someone called for silence and then yelled “Action.” Katniss held her bow over her head and yelled, “People of Panem, we fight, we dare, we end our hunger for justice!” I bit my lip to hold back my snickers.

“And that, my friends, is how a revolution dies,” said Haymitch over the intercom after an eternal period of uncomfortable silence, barely able to talk through his laughter.

            For some reason, being out of my room seemed to help a little. Who would have thought being productive and being around people instead of sitting in the same bed all day, would comfort me? Apparently both Plutarch and Haymitch thought me capable of getting back to work, because the next day I was called again.

            Katniss, Haymitch, Plutarch, Coin, Fulvia, the prep team, Gale and a bunch of other people I didn’t recognize were gathered in Command when I arrived to the meeting, pushing Beetee’s chair, accompanied by some dude from Ten. I’d dropped by to talk to him before the meeting because I figured it would be beneficial to both of us, and I’d been too0p’ selfish to ask how he was doing. Apparently though, he was nearly recovered, but still physically weak.

            Once we were all seated, Haymitch spoke up. Katniss refused to even look in his direction; I had no idea if they had talked after the incident in the hovercraft, when she’d raked her nails across his face.