the minute he put her down her palms came in contact with his back and shoved @0dair hard. â you wanna see my face projected up there too, you jackass ?! â she wasnât really mad, she never could be at finnick. but her grief had an ugly way of showing itself and it painted itself across her reddened face and clenched fists. she pushed wet hair out of her eyes and shot him a glare. they were far enough from the other tributes to not be heard over the gentle waves but she dropped her voice to a hiss regardless. part caution and part barely contained frustration. â i canât fucking believe thatâs the girl they want. she doesnât even get what a role sheâs playing, she probably wonât even be grateful at the end of it all. all this work for what ? â all the fight, all the risk, all the loss. for a girl who probably didnât even want any of it. johanna couldnât blame her but she resented her nonetheless. she needed her to try harder.
in the distance she spotted the pair of lovebirds huddled together and elbowed finnick in the ribs to get his attention. â you think the whole thingâs real ? i donât think she has a single ounce of actress in her but golden boy might just have the puppy dog eyes down pat. you really think theyâre in love ? â it was hard to place the tone of her voice, not entirely disgusted at the idea but far from enamoured by it. she shook her head in disbelief and droplets flung off the ends of her hair at him. she paid no attention to it as she trudged through the heavy water towards the shore. johanna wasnât looking forward to rejoining the district twelve victors but she also had no intention of catching a cold in the chilly water.
