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[Dec. 18] [THG] Cut Short
Title: Cut Short
Day/Theme: Dec. 18, 2014 "Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: Finnick, Annie, OCs, etc.
Rating: PG
"Live and alive in District Four, this is Halma Selsy," declared a middle-aged woman, whose stout form was complimented by thick, muscular arms, "We may not hold it, but today we have taken Midtown Port!"
"Friend of Tyde's," Finnick said, "I don't really know her."
"She was part of the Club back when," Annie spoke up from his arms, "She was the one who was meant to volunteer for his daughter."
"Ah, right," Finnick gave an embarrassed smile, "I probably used to know that." The camera swung around to take in a thin-eyed man. "I know him," Finnick attempted to recover from the gap in his memory (he'd spent too much time having to get to know people in the Capital maybe- Annie knew more people from the district on sight), "That's Jimm Wen. Song's brother- well, one of them."
"The oldest one," Annie supplemented his knowledge.
"You in the Capitol have asked us many times to surrender," Jimm stated, "But what is there for us in surrender? I would not begin to consider putting down my arms before you show me my sister! President Snow, where is my sister? You make no statement as to where you've taken here, but she wasn't in the arena- surely you couldn't have lost her!"
"Is there any useful intelligence to be gathered here?" Fulvia inquired. Her expression indicated that unless there might be, she didn't see much point in showing Finnick and Annie any more.
Annie twisted the end of her long braid around her finger, "They're doing really well if they took the port at Midtown. It's the main one, you know. Even if they lose it, they really showed the Capitol what we can do." She twisted her head around awkwardly for her gaze to meet Finnick's out of the corner of her eye, "Do they know that I'm here? That I'm safe?"
"I don't know about those people in particular," Plutarch answered, "But my contact there is in touch with Odysseus. He knows you're with us, Ms. Cresta."
"I was rescued…" she considered this, "Me…and Johanna and Peeta…"
Onscreen Jimm Wen demanded information on the status of his sister and his brother-in-law and the other captive victors as a condition for talks to even be considered. Finnick found himself slightly bemused despite the seriousness of the situation that Jimm Wen, who sold straw hats to Capitol tourists, was talking like he was in charge of the whole thing and wondered what Odysseus might say when he heard, as well as by how long it had taken his brother-in-law Theo to come up in the one-sided negotiations.
"-I'm glad that I was saved," Annie spoke up, seemingly out of nowhere to everyone present aside from Finnick, "I mean, I'm really glad that I was rescued. And they weren't there- not close enough to us to hear at least- but the three of us were rescued. Poor Theo and Song weren't. …Kelvin…Clover… Everyone who was mentoring at the very least. They…" Finnick could feel the tremor run through her everywhere their bodies met. "-They might all be dead."
She wrapped her arms across her chest, holding herself tight. "Mags… And then Tyde and Shad too- the Capitol was proud when they showed the report. Not Song," she insisted, trying to convince herself, "Not Theo. …Finnick, they were my friends! There were still so many things I wanted to do with them-"
"Annie, we don't know," he tried to reassure her although he didn't feel terribly hopeful for their chances himself.
"But Snow hasn't shown Jimm-"
"Jimm's not a victor. Snow is only interested in personally tormenting us."
"I guess this is a wash?" Fulvia ignored them, looking back to Plutarch.
Plutarch didn't answer one way or another, but turned the tape off before Midtown was hit by renewed bombing. Before Jimm Wen and Halma Selsy and numerous others were also probably killed.
Day/Theme: Dec. 18, 2014 "Is it too late to tell you that I don't mind?"
Series: Hunger Games trilogy
Character/Pairing: Finnick, Annie, OCs, etc.
Rating: PG
"Live and alive in District Four, this is Halma Selsy," declared a middle-aged woman, whose stout form was complimented by thick, muscular arms, "We may not hold it, but today we have taken Midtown Port!"
"Friend of Tyde's," Finnick said, "I don't really know her."
"She was part of the Club back when," Annie spoke up from his arms, "She was the one who was meant to volunteer for his daughter."
"Ah, right," Finnick gave an embarrassed smile, "I probably used to know that." The camera swung around to take in a thin-eyed man. "I know him," Finnick attempted to recover from the gap in his memory (he'd spent too much time having to get to know people in the Capital maybe- Annie knew more people from the district on sight), "That's Jimm Wen. Song's brother- well, one of them."
"The oldest one," Annie supplemented his knowledge.
"You in the Capitol have asked us many times to surrender," Jimm stated, "But what is there for us in surrender? I would not begin to consider putting down my arms before you show me my sister! President Snow, where is my sister? You make no statement as to where you've taken here, but she wasn't in the arena- surely you couldn't have lost her!"
"Is there any useful intelligence to be gathered here?" Fulvia inquired. Her expression indicated that unless there might be, she didn't see much point in showing Finnick and Annie any more.
Annie twisted the end of her long braid around her finger, "They're doing really well if they took the port at Midtown. It's the main one, you know. Even if they lose it, they really showed the Capitol what we can do." She twisted her head around awkwardly for her gaze to meet Finnick's out of the corner of her eye, "Do they know that I'm here? That I'm safe?"
"I don't know about those people in particular," Plutarch answered, "But my contact there is in touch with Odysseus. He knows you're with us, Ms. Cresta."
"I was rescued…" she considered this, "Me…and Johanna and Peeta…"
Onscreen Jimm Wen demanded information on the status of his sister and his brother-in-law and the other captive victors as a condition for talks to even be considered. Finnick found himself slightly bemused despite the seriousness of the situation that Jimm Wen, who sold straw hats to Capitol tourists, was talking like he was in charge of the whole thing and wondered what Odysseus might say when he heard, as well as by how long it had taken his brother-in-law Theo to come up in the one-sided negotiations.
"-I'm glad that I was saved," Annie spoke up, seemingly out of nowhere to everyone present aside from Finnick, "I mean, I'm really glad that I was rescued. And they weren't there- not close enough to us to hear at least- but the three of us were rescued. Poor Theo and Song weren't. …Kelvin…Clover… Everyone who was mentoring at the very least. They…" Finnick could feel the tremor run through her everywhere their bodies met. "-They might all be dead."
She wrapped her arms across her chest, holding herself tight. "Mags… And then Tyde and Shad too- the Capitol was proud when they showed the report. Not Song," she insisted, trying to convince herself, "Not Theo. …Finnick, they were my friends! There were still so many things I wanted to do with them-"
"Annie, we don't know," he tried to reassure her although he didn't feel terribly hopeful for their chances himself.
"But Snow hasn't shown Jimm-"
"Jimm's not a victor. Snow is only interested in personally tormenting us."
"I guess this is a wash?" Fulvia ignored them, looking back to Plutarch.
Plutarch didn't answer one way or another, but turned the tape off before Midtown was hit by renewed bombing. Before Jimm Wen and Halma Selsy and numerous others were also probably killed.