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[Aug. 7] [THG] Rebel Flame
Title: Rebel Flame
Day/Theme: Aug. 7, 2013 "burn like stars in the fires of the fall"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: OC D4 victor, Finnick, (Katniss, Peeta)
Rating: PG
Song Wen-Goff was paying only the most cursory attention to the parade at this point. All the most interesting districts had already passed by her position and been highlighted on the large hanging screens. She was back to watching Four's tributes now. Her girl was a good enough bet, she thought, but Finnick's boy was a bit more questionable. ...not to say questionable never won. Tributes she would've considered questionable won all the time because of sponsors or hidden reserves or some other fluke of destiny.
She hated to be superstitious, but she felt it was her responsibility to keep her gaze pinned to Four's tributes, like watching them carefully would keep them in check, behaving well and likably in their shining scaled costumes.
She wouldn't have raised her eyes to question the flash of red that momentarily caught her attention on the screens if Finnick hadn't spoken out. "Woah," he said, "Look."
As long as it wasn't the Nines. They were usually a pretty sorry pair in the midst of many pretty sorry pairs, but she had baggage regarding Nine that she wasn't sure she would ever shake completely.
"That's Cinna's work." Finnick sounded somewhat awed. That in itself made this worth seeing. It took Song back. She remembered when he had sounded like that about everything. "Wow, this is my house?!" "We're going to see all of Panem together, Mags?!" He was jaded now at twenty-three. The Capitol, in its perverse love for his innocent wonder, had chosen to show him everything- whether he cared to see it or not.
So she looked. The tributes from District Twelve were on fire. Literal flames. Someone was very talented.
Someone Finnick knew.
"Finnick, who's Cinna?"
Day/Theme: Aug. 7, 2013 "burn like stars in the fires of the fall"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: OC D4 victor, Finnick, (Katniss, Peeta)
Rating: PG
Song Wen-Goff was paying only the most cursory attention to the parade at this point. All the most interesting districts had already passed by her position and been highlighted on the large hanging screens. She was back to watching Four's tributes now. Her girl was a good enough bet, she thought, but Finnick's boy was a bit more questionable. ...not to say questionable never won. Tributes she would've considered questionable won all the time because of sponsors or hidden reserves or some other fluke of destiny.
She hated to be superstitious, but she felt it was her responsibility to keep her gaze pinned to Four's tributes, like watching them carefully would keep them in check, behaving well and likably in their shining scaled costumes.
She wouldn't have raised her eyes to question the flash of red that momentarily caught her attention on the screens if Finnick hadn't spoken out. "Woah," he said, "Look."
As long as it wasn't the Nines. They were usually a pretty sorry pair in the midst of many pretty sorry pairs, but she had baggage regarding Nine that she wasn't sure she would ever shake completely.
"That's Cinna's work." Finnick sounded somewhat awed. That in itself made this worth seeing. It took Song back. She remembered when he had sounded like that about everything. "Wow, this is my house?!" "We're going to see all of Panem together, Mags?!" He was jaded now at twenty-three. The Capitol, in its perverse love for his innocent wonder, had chosen to show him everything- whether he cared to see it or not.
So she looked. The tributes from District Twelve were on fire. Literal flames. Someone was very talented.
Someone Finnick knew.
"Finnick, who's Cinna?"