Welcome To The Tortured Showgirl Department

The other rebels are like you need to subtly let her know you're on her side, so you go bet and turn your charm up to 11. Which would have maybe worked on anyone else but this is Katniss Everdeen we're talking about.

So now you're stuck doing increasingly ridiculous social gymnastics every time she's around and still by the time the night before the Games arrives the only thing she's convinced of about you is that you are going to try to fucking murder her

So you freak out, seek out Haymitch and basically go "hey what the fuck is wrong with your kid". And Haymitch just stares ahead for a second, nods, takes off his bracelet, says "wear this" and leaves. You fucking hate district 12

So you go okay. Breathing exercises. This is fine. Guess I'll have to save her life during the Games or sth maybe that'll do the trick. And when you see the Arena you cheer up for a sec bc you definitely have the advantage here she'll have to trust you right?

Wrong. She can fucking swim. SHE CAN FUCKING SWIM.

So now you're in the Cornucopia with no cards up your sleeve, no time left, and arguably the other deadliest tribute in that Arena pointing at you with a bow, and so you go "you know what, fuck it, I'm going to die anyways" and you show her the bracelet

AND IT FUCKING WORKS

Bear in mind Finnick had no first-hand experience on Katniss and Haymitch's bitch-to-bitch telepathy this was his first contact with it

A Real Straight Shooter

“Er–ok. So here’s the thing. Today, after practice I—”

“You wanked while saying Lily’s name in the locker room. Yeah, I’m aware.”

She says it so deadpan that James has to take a physical step back from shock. Behind him, the boys all fail at holding in their guffaws.

“Oi! Keep your voice down!” James hisses, swiveling his head from side to side. “I’m the bloody Head Boy! And—and there could be first years around!”

“Yeah, a Head Boy that goes around wanking in public showers,” Marlene snorts. “Some role model for impressionable youth you are.