#odairisms

She needed to do something or else she’d loose it.

Blown up. Getting blown up was pretty bad, suppose it would be more accurate to say singed since they escaped the explosion but they had been blown away at least. Landing wrong he struggled the walk, but then he was picked up instead of being left to die. Still he changed magazines and fired behind them, downing Government soldier's.

@odairisms

This was the first time he’d ever been in District 4. He’d heard so much about it and ...of course it had it’s legendary Victors. But being here ..actually here it was a differnt story. The people did not look starved or beaten...it’s industry was vast and supplied a lot of food. Jolt was actually pleasantly surprised. After his Speech and the usual thank yous and hand shaking he went for a stroll. Jolt wanted to see what this place looked like...what it really looked like other than just from the Justice Building’s point of view. He had a few hours to spare as the train he arrived with was broken down , something with the engine they said. So ..Jolt used that time to find a place to eat. He was escorted by Guards of course though they didn’t sit with him as he waited for his food. Instead a familar face presented itself. Finnick Odair...He remembers him , he mentored the kids at the Hunger Games. “...Hey..” Jolt adds in low tone as the other sat down at the table.

prim nodded, giving the briefest smile. she was still trying to get herself to think it over, calm down enough to get her thoughts together. once she was able to process it, she would be able to move on from there. “thanks. i’ll find you whenever i’m ready.” prim would try to open up. she just had a feeling she would want to keep it to herself. it’s not that she didn’t trust finnick. prim just didn’t want to burden anyone with her troubles. they seemed so small compared to everyone else’s.

GLAD I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!!!1!1!