The Capitol's Slave

finnickodair

Finnick Odair is something of a living legend in Panem

I present you Josh Hutcherson

      “Well, I… There was an accident, where someone — not naming any names — knocked a few things down, almost killed a few people from his clumsiness, and set off an alarm or two. It was nothing, really.” Still, he followed after Finnick, trusting that the other boy wouldn’t make him actually enter the room. Finnick seemed pretty cool, even if he was a bit older than Rory. Stopping in front of the weaponry area, Rory nodded once and slipped his hands into his pockets. He rocked on his heels as he waited, eyes scanning the walls around them — even though there wasn’t anything to see. It was all so dull and boring, which drove Rory absolutely insane. When the older boy returned, Rory smiled and scrunched up his nose as he saw the weapon in his hands. “Wow, yeah… I’m ready.”

                  "What the hell did you, I mean the person who was clumsy, knock over that almost killed people?" Rather than being appalled, Finnick surprisingly laughed, shaking his head slightly before disappearing into the weaponry. Rory was so much like a younger version of him, it was almost frightening. Except Rory never had to fight to the death in the Hunger Games at the age of 14. Still, the similarities were uncanny. "Let's go then." The man smirked as he saw him ogling the weapon, holding it proudly in his arms as the two moved passed the guards at the front entrance and stepped outside into the fresh air. It was sad how little time they were allotted to go outside; true, there was a rebellion going on, but how did staying cooped up indoors all day help anyone? It just made everyone bored. Weaving through multiple trees, Finnick stopped once he had picked a clearing he liked, turning towards Rory to give him a smirk. "Alright, I should probably teach you how to throw the trident first. Warning, it's kind of heavy."

not as gays and straights

fuckin useless husbands

These people are all experienced killers.

       This will go on until the 13th of December (that’s Friday) when I have officially been here for two weeks. Then we’ll see from there! And may the odds be eVA IN YO FAVOR.               {And yeah that picture of Josh is my fav so don’t even bring that up homies.}

RARE: video of Peeta training for the hunger games when he was 14 just incase

On the night I feel that thing again, the hunger that overtook me on the beach, I know this would have happened anyway. That what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, "Real.”