List of The Hunger Games characters The following is a list of characters. When he was 15. He is said to have prostituted winning tributes, like Finnick Odair. Fern Odair is trying to make Finnick not love Annie Cresta because he spends less time with her.Annie is very cruel and abusive to little Fern. Will someone get hurt? Who will?
Finnick Odair Personality 15 Dresses1. Player Information Name (or internet handle): Kally Current characters in Bete Noire: Bonnie McCullough 2. Character Information Name: Finnick Odair Livejournal Username: so_distracting Fandom: The Hunger Games Image: http. Follow/Fav Finnick Odair's Many Stalkers. By. Fiction T - English - Humor - Cato, Finnick O. - Chapters: 44 - Words: 44,013 - Reviews: 457 - Favs: 89 - Follows: 68 - Updated: 3/9/2013 - Published: 3/25/2012 - id: 7957909 +. Hunger Chapter 1. The Hungry Fifteen, a hunger games fanfic. Hello everyone! In case you haven't seen it, I have a new story that I have really planned out and have huge hopes for. It is another Katniss/Finnick one so you guys should really like it and, with it, there is more to the story line than meets the eye. Anyway, here's the link: s/9. All- Over- Again- Katnissx. Finnick Thanks so much if you read, comment or follow it (and this story, too!) Your support so far (and especially recently) with this story has been overwhelming. Seriously, some of you are comparing my work to Suzanne's which is just.. No way am I up to that standard yet but I hope, one day, I will be. Thank you so much for everything! You're so amazing. The next few days pass quickly. My routine is as simple as it was during my own Games: get up, eat breakfast, see the tributes off to training, see Finnick or go to an appointment whilst the tributes are in training, meet tributes, eat, train tributes, eat, perhaps see Finnick or a client again, and sleep. It's so simple and mundane that I get bored of it, although it's burned into the back of my mind; the only thing I relish, in fact, is seeing Finnick. Finnick makes it all worth while; he makes it all disappear. Today, however, I'm not sure. Today is the judgement day. The day the tributes get called into the training room, one at a time, and are judged on whatever skills they have. Finnick Odair Personality 15 Year AnniversaryThing is, though, Logan and Fiona don't have any skills; sure, Logan's gotten pretty handy with a knife and he's pretty good at disarming, and Fiona can tell poisonous plants from safe ones and she can fire an arrow pretty decently - but that's it. Pretty handy. Pretty decent. It's not good enough to get them high marks - but maybe it's good enough to get them a middle mark. I exhale slowly and look to Finnick; it's an hour before everyone else wakes up but I have an appointment during our usual time so we agreed to meet each other now. It's like the thought of going a whole day without him is unbearable; he's all that's keeping me sane. He's all that's keeping me from doing something I'll regret, or breaking down into something that isn't me. Not really. In fact, Finnick Odair has grown to be so important to me that I barely feel guilty about it. Not anymore. Gale just has to grow and learn to accept the fact that I need Finnick in my life; that, or I'll have to choose. And I'm not sure it would be as hard as I think."Finnick," I say, looking him over. Just staring at him and his crystalline eyes, smooth skin and sweeping bronze hair elates me; he's just become so familiar to me, now. Like home, or comfort. I just wanted to.."Finnick raises an eyebrow, looking fairly amused. Wanted to tell me how handsome I am? How you have fallen head over heels for me? How lost you'd be without me?"I shrug, though I shake my head. No," I say. "Not the first two."The amusement vanishes from him and a soft, warm smile paints itself on Finnick's face. It's such a rare sight, that smile - though recently I've been seeing it more and more. And to think I was joking," he muses. Then, in complete sobriety, he meets me dead in the eye and says, "Honestly, Katniss, I'm not sure where I'd be without you, either."His words make me go warm and tingly and I grin. Just so we're on the same page," I say. Finnick smirks like a naughty kid caught with their hands in the cookie jar and says, "So long as that page includes us having sex again, I'm in."I flush red. I choke on air. I goggle at him, totally and utterly embarrassed. W- What?!" I say. My cheeks feel like they're on fire and I can feel it swooping down to my neck. With a chuckle, Finnick edges slowly towards me, closer and closer. I watch him apprehensively as his face draws nearer, so near I can make out the slight scar above his left eyebrow and the dark flecks in his eyes. His breath ghosts over my face like a gentle caress and his aroma, that constant salty taste and sugary aftermath, leaves me kind of breathless - not that I'd admit it, because this is Finnick Odair and Finnick has this kind of effect on everyone. He is seductive and sensual and smooth; more importantly, he's trained to be perfection. He's trained to have me stumbling over myself. So I wont fall for it. No. Not again.. But then he's so close that his lips are just a centimeter from mine and I can feel his warmth and hear his heart and, I'm sure, he can hear mine which thumps harder now he's so close to me. I pin it on nerves but, dammit, my body is screaming for me to move forward and connect us. To feel again like we did the night we first met, when I was blown into a whole new world. My eyes flicker to his lips. I gulp dryly, barely daring to move. Finnick chuckles again, in a more breathy sense this time. I think he does it on purpose. In fact, I know he does, because the second the goosebumps rise on my arms the backs of his fingers trace them delicately as he smirks, never once leaving my eyes. Interesting," he mutters, though I don't think it's very interesting at all. Goosebumps. Again.""I'm cold," I mutter stupidly. He raises an eyebrow. You're cold?" he asks, skeptically. And it's not in any way because you might want our page to have a bit more.." He laughs softly again, all deep and husky. Sexuality?"The very word - the way he says it like it's a dirty sin or a something sensual and filled with desire - makes me bite my lip and I shake my head. No," I say, keeping to my guns. I'm cold."Finnick only shrugs and pulls back. Right," he agrees. You're cold."I can feel the loss of him like an ache inside of me. It writhes and pleads with me to move closer but I squash it like a bug; I have Gale, anyway. I can't be falling after Finnick when I have him; the guilt I thought had vanished resurfaces, stronger now than ever. I don't know why because it's not like I love Finnick - like I'll do anything with Finnick! I probably just feel all flustered around him because we're so close, him and I, so I'm getting muddled - or maybe it's because he's so seductive no matter what he does; he's meant to be, after all. He's Capitol's heartthrob. I'll see Gale soon enough. It's fine. I can kiss him and have him near me like I'm meant to, because he loves me and I - well, I.. It'll be the same. It wont. Finnick suddenly grins at me. Lesson number one," he starts. Temptation."My eyes narrow at him in confusion. I feel the corners of my lips curl down in protest and I ask, "You did that on purpose?"He laughs. Yes," he says. Finnick's mood suddenly plummets into guilt. His voice lowers. You got a complaint.""A complaint..?""From Mr. Ingot." Finnick glares hatefully for a second then shakes himself free. About your.. services."I furrow my eyebrows, feeling dirty and wrong just thinking about it. Not only are my 'services' disgusting but that man, Mr. Ingot, was revolting. I'm sorry that I didn't want to play his little games," I snap, venomously. He was vile though. I wasn't going to do.. Finnick grabs my hand, shaking his head and looking contrite. I know, I know. You mentioned something about him being gross." He raises an eyebrow but doesn't ask what as so wrong. Good. He'll never know. He filed a complaint to Snow, though, Katniss. It's really bad. If you get three complaints.."His voice trails off, dropping the end of the sentence into the suddenly taut atmosphere. I notice I'm holding my breath and let it out slowly, feeling rigid and nervous."If I get three complaints, he'll kill one of them. Hurt them at the very least." There it is again. The voice of a stranger, leaking from my mouth. And what? You're..""He asked me to help you." Finnick Odair wets his lips, actually looking a little distressed for once in his life, though his posture and voice remains cool and controlled. To teach you. To give you tips."I resist the urge to scream. I resist the urge to grab the biggest knife or the sharpest arrow from the training room and plunge it in Snow's neck. I resist every natural, ferocious instinct I have in me. And instead I take a long, focused breath. Okay," I say after a moment, letting my eyes flutter open. Finnick is gazing concernedly at me. Fine.""I'm sorry," he says. I shrug. "It's for my family," I say. I look to my wrist, where the bracelet Primrose made for me sits tightly, plain and pretty against my pale olive skin. Before this, before I left for mentoring, she'd given it me when she said goodbye. I wonder if she knew how much of a reassurance and a help it would be in ensuing I get through this - my job. I'm glad it's you, anyway," I continue after a moment of thought. If it had to be anyone, I'm glad it's you."I leave Finnick not long after that. I have a job here, in the Capitol, after all. It's a job I despise but with a price not one else can pay: the safety of my family. So, I oblige when my next client shoves me onto the bed. In fact, I try to comply like a submissive little Victor and do as I'm told. He does not complain to Snow. I find myself wondering if that's what they want: someone who follows every single thing asked of them without complaint or any funny looks. It probably is. I want to hit myself for being such an idiot and for even thinking something I figured out months ago; of course that's what they want. I just didn't want to face up to the reality; and, for a while, I didn't have to. I could get away with mediocre acting and barely following orders. Now, however, I've got one strike out of three on the board. That is one too many. I'll have to submit, like it or not. I meet Logan and Fiona with Haymitch and Effie just after twelve o'clock. We all sit and eat lunch whilst talking about what they did; Logan threw a few knifes and so forth, whilst Fiona played a rather daring game with the Gamemaker which involved her being given a selection of berries, and eating the words she thought were safe. She could have died but Capitol would have just brought her back; their medics are the best in the business and, besides, she didn't die. She ate all the safe berries and left all the dangerous.
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