Flaw of Distraction

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         Head turned away. She could see but if her fingers grazed the sensitive area it would send chills down his spine. She really did not have to worry about him. This always seemed to happen. The favorite was always thrown down in the dirt unable to get up, bruised and bloodied. He continued with tying the knots in a new net he was making, the other he had worn out in the past few years. Hands yanking at the end of the rope hard, creating a slight burning sensation to his palm.

         “ ---I made a mistake. ”

         It was a start to an explanation. A smile was appearing on his lips, though it was not sincere. It was filled with sadness and pain, emotional pain for the physical he could always deal with, he always had a way of enduring it after the games. 

         They were back, Gale Hawthorne and the others actually were able to save his loved one and friends. He walked into the room with Katniss seeing the girl he was madly in love with fighting with the doctors. She had to been scared, they were everywhere and what she possibly went through in the Capitol--

         His feet took him closer to her and a smile was on his lips, relieved to see his darling, for the most part she was okay--all the injuries would fade soon enough and he was sure he could get her back on her feet again. Hands lightly grazed her arms almost pulling her into a hug when everything changed. 

         Her screams, accusing him of such terrible things. His eyes widened, and though she pulled back to protect herself, he did as well, pulled back, his mouth gaping over with eyes filled with terror at what Annie Cresta was saying. She had just called him evil and so many other things. 

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Name: bryanna

Birthday: july 20th

Zodiac Sign: cancer

Height: 5′6″

Time: 10:05 am

Sleep: 5-9 hours. (^u^)’

Favorite Books: alice in wonderland, the great gatsby, sundays at tiffany’s

Favorite Artists: PVRIS, set it off, bring me the horizon, memphis may fire

Last Movie I Watched: aristocats

College: mississippi state -- hail state!

Dream Job: forensic pathologist

Meaning of URL: welp, I see it as an love for the ocean. isms means ideology or practice...but i can mean artistic movement, so like love for the ocean since it’s Finnick’s life...basically.

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         It was happening again, it definitely seemed as if it was. He had become more observant in his friend, the way she was distant towards him and always seemed to be or end up back in the hospital ward. It was not until Annie had mentioned to him one day that the individual who knew him best for all his FLAWS and TROUBLES did not end up having the time of her life locked up in the Capitol. 

               “ Johanna! ”

         Finnick was thankful that he caught her this time in one of her SPELLS and no one else, rushing towards her nearly sliding on his knees as he wish to quickly get her through this, though her voice echoed and the unknown faces of District Thirteen withdrew, though he was sure someone was going to point out the disturbance of their boring daily routine. His hands grabbed her wrists, making sure she could not simply flail around but hold her steady as he tries to break the curse her mind put her under.

               “ Jo, no--I’m here with you.                      They’ll be fine because there                      is no water. Jo, there is no water.                      We’re safe. Close your eyes and                      it will go away, TRUST ME, Johanna. ”