[Sand, water, the smell of salt; he's at a beach. District 4? Finnick blinks the world into existence as his eyes adjust. The sand below him shifts as he pushes himself into a graceful stand. The beach isn't familiar, and Finnick is confident that he knows the ins and outs of every beach within the District.
What has the Capital done now? He's dressed in a tight pair of swimming trunks and a loose t-shirt, his casual wear. It's not the Capital's uniform, but they're an unpredictable bunch.
The gunshot confirms it. This is some kind of Game. That doesn't make a lot of sense. The Capital doesn't do anything in secret. They announce and advertise.
Anyone nearby is approached with caution. If they look suspicious, they're stalked instead.]
In town
[The fact that everyone is being kind to him only solidifies the absolute surety that this is some kind of elaborate new game. None of the faces are familiar, but Finnick surely isn't the only victor to be here.
He studies the brochures carefully. Are there rules written somewhere in the strange text? Finnick tries, but their secrets aren't being revealed. Tossing the literature, he decides a more direct approach.]
I get it, there are no rules. [Even now, he assumes the Capital is watching, and his voice nearly drips with honey.] But knowing the objective will make for a lot better Game.
Finnick Odair | The Hunger Games
[Sand, water, the smell of salt; he's at a beach. District 4? Finnick blinks the world into existence as his eyes adjust. The sand below him shifts as he pushes himself into a graceful stand. The beach isn't familiar, and Finnick is confident that he knows the ins and outs of every beach within the District.
What has the Capital done now? He's dressed in a tight pair of swimming trunks and a loose t-shirt, his casual wear. It's not the Capital's uniform, but they're an unpredictable bunch.
The gunshot confirms it. This is some kind of Game. That doesn't make a lot of sense. The Capital doesn't do anything in secret. They announce and advertise.
Anyone nearby is approached with caution. If they look suspicious, they're stalked instead.]
In town
[The fact that everyone is being kind to him only solidifies the absolute surety that this is some kind of elaborate new game. None of the faces are familiar, but Finnick surely isn't the only victor to be here.
He studies the brochures carefully. Are there rules written somewhere in the strange text? Finnick tries, but their secrets aren't being revealed. Tossing the literature, he decides a more direct approach.]
I get it, there are no rules. [Even now, he assumes the Capital is watching, and his voice nearly drips with honey.] But knowing the objective will make for a lot better Game.