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entranceway2014-10-15 05:31 pm
stillplaying) wrote in entranceway2014-10-15 05:31 pm
[video/action]
He's gone.
[The words leave her mouth as soon as she turns on the camera. The wind blows a few strands of hair into her face and she pushes the strands away. Though her eyes are downcast, unable to meet any gaze that may be looking back at her through the network, her face is clear on the screen. Sad, pained, haunted. She's been trying to find him the past few days, gone by all the places she knows that he prefers. But he hasn't been anywhere. Not in his room, not at the beach. Hasn't responded to any of the messages she tried sending him through the phone.
It's not like. And it only leaves her with one conclusion.
She wants to be a coward and just type up a message. Tell Haymitch and let him inform everyone else. That'd be easy. Less painful. It'd certain involve less interaction with strangers. But Finnick Odair deserves better than that from her.]
Finnick Odair's gone back to Panem. I don't know how many people he knew here or if he had any friends. [But it's Finnick. Of course Finnick had to know someone outside of her or Haymitch. Of all of them, he's the most social and the most amiable.] I just thought you should know. He'd want you to know.
[She disconnects the device and turns back to the flowers and the pieces of rope she had brought with her to the beach. She had never gotten a chance to say goodbye to him. Not when he had died in the sewers and not now, leaving Wonderland to return... to Panem? To live out all the remaining months until his death? She had gotten that chance with Rue. It had been short, it had been risky, but it had been something. And even if the game was different, Finnick had still died playing one.
He deserves something. Someway to be honored and not forgotten.
She sings while she works, taking the flowers and carefully working them into the knots she ties on the rope. Her voice grows a little stronger the more she sings, though she doesn't attempt to compete with the roar of the surf. But it's that same voice that kept her sane the day she decided to stop trying to kill herself and maybe consider living instead. A little raw, a little unused to singing, but beautiful nonetheless. The kind of voice that would make the birds stop to listen.
Ultimately, she plans on making something of a wreath with the ropes to throw in the ocean. A wreath filled with the knots Finnick had shown her, filled with colors and filled with life. Though her fingers aren't nearly as nimble as his had been, she doesn't let it stop her. There's no rush here. No hovercraft coming to take a body away or other Tributes out to kill her. She takes her time working. And sings.]
[The words leave her mouth as soon as she turns on the camera. The wind blows a few strands of hair into her face and she pushes the strands away. Though her eyes are downcast, unable to meet any gaze that may be looking back at her through the network, her face is clear on the screen. Sad, pained, haunted. She's been trying to find him the past few days, gone by all the places she knows that he prefers. But he hasn't been anywhere. Not in his room, not at the beach. Hasn't responded to any of the messages she tried sending him through the phone.
It's not like. And it only leaves her with one conclusion.
She wants to be a coward and just type up a message. Tell Haymitch and let him inform everyone else. That'd be easy. Less painful. It'd certain involve less interaction with strangers. But Finnick Odair deserves better than that from her.]
Finnick Odair's gone back to Panem. I don't know how many people he knew here or if he had any friends. [But it's Finnick. Of course Finnick had to know someone outside of her or Haymitch. Of all of them, he's the most social and the most amiable.] I just thought you should know. He'd want you to know.
[She disconnects the device and turns back to the flowers and the pieces of rope she had brought with her to the beach. She had never gotten a chance to say goodbye to him. Not when he had died in the sewers and not now, leaving Wonderland to return... to Panem? To live out all the remaining months until his death? She had gotten that chance with Rue. It had been short, it had been risky, but it had been something. And even if the game was different, Finnick had still died playing one.
He deserves something. Someway to be honored and not forgotten.
She sings while she works, taking the flowers and carefully working them into the knots she ties on the rope. Her voice grows a little stronger the more she sings, though she doesn't attempt to compete with the roar of the surf. But it's that same voice that kept her sane the day she decided to stop trying to kill herself and maybe consider living instead. A little raw, a little unused to singing, but beautiful nonetheless. The kind of voice that would make the birds stop to listen.
Ultimately, she plans on making something of a wreath with the ropes to throw in the ocean. A wreath filled with the knots Finnick had shown her, filled with colors and filled with life. Though her fingers aren't nearly as nimble as his had been, she doesn't let it stop her. There's no rush here. No hovercraft coming to take a body away or other Tributes out to kill her. She takes her time working. And sings.]