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Post by Pyra Elswood on Apr 14, 2017 11:32:59 GMT -7
 Words without an answer
free from all the shame
and i'll hide
cause i'll never sleep alone
Pyra spent two weeks in the Capitol after she found out about Adam. President Snow said that she was allowed to stay there as long as she wished if she prostituted herself. With Adam and Quirinus gone, there was no one else left she cared to share herself with, so she agreed without a doubt. In that time, men took bits and pieces away from her. They chipped off her confidence and former glory one breath at a time. She wasn't there for them, though. She was there for Finnick. The woman watched his interviews whenever they came on, knowing that Finnick was in bad shape. He hated the rebels for what they did to him. In her mind, she almost hated them too.
But the thing of it was, she hated the Capitol more. He hadn't mentioned Pyra in the interviews, but it didn't matter. It was her fault, and for all she knew, they both were aware of that. If she would've just cared more, maybe Adam wouldn't have died and Finnick wouldn't have gotten captured. Pyra had to get over it though. She was dwelling too much on the past and it seemed to be literally killing her. If she wanted to live, to move on, she would have to forget the people in her past. She wasn't ready for that though. Not until she did something about Finnick.
She finally got the confidence to ask Snow for a visit. She wrote him a note, and the man called her the next day. He accepted her offer. They would come pick her up from her hotel and take a lot of precautions with her and her room. Pyra wasn't planning on breaking him out anytime soon, and she wasn't stupid to have anything in her room to do so. She just wanted to talk to him now. Finnick was the only person left she could help. Maybe she would get Snow's permission to watch over Finnick and stay in the Capitol, but that was doubtful. Pyra was going to give up the whole rebel ordeal anyways. She had nothing left to fight for but herself and her friend.
They came early in the morning. There were seven Peacekeepers, two of which would stay back in the room. She wore a dress of which she had to take off to make sure she wasn't wire tapped or carrying anything else. They were the ones that put a wire on her so that they could hear her speak perfectly. She wasn't surprised at what they had to do to her. She wasn't going to pull anything on them, but Snow was smart to make sure that nothing had been planted on her. They blindfolded the girl and took her to the car outside.
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When one of the Peacekeepers ripped off her blindfold, the light from the prison wasn't much different from the darkness of her blindfold. The place was cold and she was shivering. She looked at the cell first. It wasn't as bad as she thought it was going to be. It was like a small apartment, though in Finnick's case, he wasn't allowed to leave without the permission of the Peacekeepers. He had a mirror too, and she could see her own reflection in it from the bars. She took a step to the left, not wanting to see her face when she was talking to Finnick.
Her eyes gazed over to the man in the room. During his television interviews, he didn't look awful in a physical sense. He was dolled up for the cameras, though he had a sort of broken look on his face. It was possible that he didn't even want her here. Maybe, if he had a chance, he would strangle her like he did the interviewer. She remembered his limp body when he was being taken away, not knowing if he was alive or dead. If she was in his situation, she would rather be dead. She wondered if he felt the same.
Pyra didn't have any expression on her face, though she was so guilty on the inside. It wasn't wholly her fault that he was here, but she took the most responsibility. If she didn't go into the games, if she never talked to Mrs. Pontifex, if she never had met Adam--no. She couldn't think about those things right now. She had to focus on Finnick, and if she could, restore a piece of him that was once there. It was doubtful, but she had to make her case.
"Hi Finnick," she said, starting off with a slight smile. It was hard to feel angry when it was nice to see that he was alive. He might have been in a cell, but he wasn't dead yet. "I wanted to stop by and talk to you, if that's alright." Pyra wondered how he would respond. She was going to talk to him nonetheless of his answer. She had to persist with him, to see if Finnick was somewhere in there. The violence that he raged against the interviewer wasn't him. The hatred words that he spoke to Caesar Flickerman wasn't him. He had to be there. For her, she would do anything to get the old Finnick back no matter what it took. Even if he hated her for everything she did, she wanted to help him however he could. She was the only one to do it.
WORD COUNT: 928
TAG: Finnick Odair
NOTES: Hope this is okay!
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Post by Finnick Odair on Apr 15, 2017 12:53:23 GMT -7
"You're getting a visitor, Odair," Smiles said as he opened the slat and shoved Finnick's breakfast through the bars. Finnick sat up from his position on the bed, and the word escaped his lips before he could pull it back. "Who?"Smiles did what he did best, then kicked the tray further into the cell and closed the slat. Something that might have been oatmeal once sloshed outside the bowl, meeting sloshed coffee as, together, they greedily ate up the paper napkin. Smiles leaned one arm against the bars and seemed to peer at Finnick at long time before he replied. "Better eat up. You'll need it." Then he walked away and left Finnick to himself. Finnick looked at his normal unappetizing breakfast and knew he wouldn't be able to eat. He hadn't had any visitors since he'd been here, unless you count Smiles - which he didn't. He'd only been allowed to see a handful of people outside the cell. Was Snow coming to visit him? He'd seen the president once since coming here, and didn't relish the idea of another encounter. Aside from him, Finnick couldn't imagine anyone who would want to visit - or who even could. He had no friends in Districts 4 or 13 anymore. It seemed surprising that anyone would be let through, unless it was an excuse to torture him more. He'd been doing what they told him, more or less, but maybe they were tired of the less. That idea didn't scare him as much as it would have a few weeks ago. He was sitting on his bed, leaning against the wall, when he first heard the footsteps. There were several sets of them, echoing down the hall as they advanced toward his cell. He considered standing, but decided against it. He didn't need to give whoever it was a full view of him, not yet anyway. If it was a new torture, he might as well begin comfortably. He rolled his head to the side to see a group of white uniforms stop before his bars. Among them was a blonde woman. They removed her blindfold and he found himself looking at Pyra Elswood. Finnick's blue-green eyes watched her take in the room first, using those brief seconds to inspect his visitor. She was pretty, as always, dressed up just a bit. Her expression was unreadable, giving him few clues as to her intent, but her presence conjured other images in his mind. He saw her in his arms the night they got drunk together. He saw her smile over him in the dark train tunnel before he passed out again, saw a less malicious smile on her interviews. He heard Smiles laugh at him for trusting her, calling her the Capitol's b*tch through and through. But what he felt at the conjuring of these images? He couldn't decide. Anger, maybe, but the empty kind. Maybe if there weren't bars between them, if he could walk across the room and grab her, his feelings would be more clear. She might not have shot him, but she put him here all the same. She was the reason he was still alive, not the Capitol as he'd been told to claim, and it wasn't a favor he was grateful for. It would have been better to die in that tunnel or be taken by the very rebels that turned on him than to be here. Pyra's eyes eyes finally settled on him - those warm, brown eyes that didn't feel warm now. The mask of her face broke just a little as she smiled, saying his name. "Hi, Finnick", like they were sitting down to a chat like old chums. His face didn't change and he didn't move at this greeting, waiting for more of her words. When she went on, asking to talk to him, he merely shrugged. "I don't really have a choice." He waved one of his hands halfheartedly at his surroundings. He let the hand drop back into his lap, watching her a few moments longer. Then he rolled his head back to look straight ahead at the blank wall on the other side of his cell. "I wonder what dead lover boy would say if he saw us now," he pondered to the wall, part of his lips brought up in a mirthless smile. "Or the live one, for that matter. Surprised, maybe, at me sitting here. Not at you though." Finnick didn't know why he brought up Quirinus and Adam. Everyone was listening in to their little chat, and she might have even been asked to come here, but it was the one card he had. It was all he had to hurt her back with, but maybe it wasn't even anything. Maybe her confessions that one night were lies too, meant to get close to him. Maybe Snow wanted to see if Finnick would take the bait of this poor, vulnerable girl, and he had. He'd bought into it - poor puppy lost her way, and he was the sucker. You never knew with new victors, and he should have remembered that. Finnick looked back at Pyra. "What would you like to chat about, fire girl?"
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Apr 15, 2017 15:25:58 GMT -7
The Peacekeepers around her made her feel uncomfortable, to say the least. They weren't the ones she was used to in District 4. They weren't the ones that were always escorting her since the last games or the ones who hovered around at the parties she went to in the Capitol. These ones, she figured, were meant to watch over prisoners. They had a sense of pride to them as they stood up straighter than the rest. She felt like nothing compared to their looming figures. Pyra tried to ignore them as best as she could, keeping her eyes on Finnick.
When he spoke about Quirinus and Adam, she felt like she took a punch to the stomach. Is that really how Finnick felt about them? He seemed to be mocking her in a way, but his words were hollow to her. Pyra couldn't be fathered by them. He was a friend to her, and she still considered him that no matter what he said. She didn't know what they did to him in the Capitol or if they changed his viewpoint on things. She couldn't judge him for who he was now. She crossed her arms as she looked at him. Her face didn't change much, though it was obvious that what he said hurt her. "It doesn't matter now. They're both dead," she told him, not showing him any other kind of hurt. No matter what she was feeling, Finnick was probably feeling a thousand times worse. "Annie is fine though. Don't worry." In all honesty, Pyra didn't know if what she said about Annie was true. For all she knew, Annie could've been just as dead as Adam. She assumed that she was alive though, and she was going to roll with it.
Pyra took a breath, trying to relax. She was so nervous for practically no reason. Her body was overwhelmed with emotion when she saw Finnick, and yet, she knew she couldn't show it. There were cameras all over, and there was no doubt that Snow was watching and listening in. Pyra took a step closer to the bars, trying to test how far she could get to the red-haired man before the Peacekeepers told her to back off.
Finnick asked what she wanted to talk about. She remembered the night they got drunk together, where she exposed herself to a complete stranger. It felt like years ago, though it honestly wasn't that long ago. Tell me something happy, fire girl, echoed in her mind. Now, there was rarely something to happy to talk about. Finnick was locked up and she was selling herself out. She tucked her blonde hair behind her ear. The tensions were high. If she said anything wrong or made any wrong move, she wouldn't see Finnick again.
"What do I want to talk about?" Pyra repeated, finally taking her eyes off of the victor. She didn't have a time limit to be in the jail, so she would take as long as she needed. "I want to talk about your games. I watched them again this week while I was staying in the Capitol. You were smart really, but I don't care to hear about your tactics. How did you feel when you were in there? What drove you to win, pretty boy?" Pyra wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but she never really talked to anyone else about their games. She remembered him saying how he was a prick in his games, though that didn't really explain what his reasons for were. She eyes trained back on the victor, ready to listen and fire back if he was going to say something snarky.
WORD COUNT: 630
TAG: Finnick Odair
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Post by Finnick Odair on Apr 16, 2017 11:02:52 GMT -7
Finnick still had his eyes on the wall when Pyra responded to his comment about her boys. He couldn't see her face, so it was hard to know what she was thinking about his words or Adam's death. Maybe it should hurt Finnick to know that Adam was dead. He hadn't known the guy all that well, definitely didn't trust him fully, but they'd had the shared bond of being victors together for years. He didn't feel much though, not even surprise. If the rebels were going for District 4 victors, why not take Adam too? He wasn't a rebel, but could be a Capitol asset alive, so getting rid of him would help "the cause". Pyra went on to mention Annie, and Finnick's reply came almost immediately: "I wasn't." Those two words were tinged with anger though, and he really felt them. In the visions brought on first by the machine and now by the stick, he'd reached for Annie just like he reached for the others. She'd always been his to protect, to love - his secret. She'd always been his, but now he supposed she was Caspian's. The second to last time he'd seen her, she was half undressed in Caspain's arms. He'd asked Caspian to take Annie in if anything went south with the plan, and apparently they had started on that early. Yet when he'd awoken the morning of the riot, she'd found a way back into his bed and he'd left without a word to her. Yes, Annie probably was fine. She was probably just fine. When he'd looked back at Pyra, the girl was a little closer to the bars now. Her arms were crossed and she wasn't looking at him anymore. He still couldn't imagine what she wanted from him. It seemed like Snow would only allow Finnick a visitor if the point was to further his own plan. Nothing could be worse than he had already faced though, and he had nowhere to go. She and her passel of Peacekeepers could do what they wanted to him and leave. There wasn't much point in fighting back anymore. The thing Pyra asked though wasn't at all what he expected, and he barked out a short laugh. Finnick actually turned to face her now, propping an arm up on his bent knee. "Ah, there she is," he said. The little firecracker from the arena and the interviews had shown up to his cell. He pushed himself off the bed, crossing the distance to the bars in a few short steps. He stopped just a few inches short of the bars and his eyes shifted quickly to the left. Smiles stood there, just beyond the ring of Peacekeepers, his long silver stick in hand. He grinned at Finnick and gave the stick a little twirl. Finnick wanted to grip the bars, maybe even reach the short distance to slam Pyra against them, but that stick. If he got closer, that stick could flash into his side before he had a chance to pull back. Smiles was quick, something initially surprising to Finnick as he seemed to relish doing most things nice and slow. No, he would only get close enough to the bars that he could still dart back when that stick came for him. Finnick's eyes flashed back to Pyra. "You came to visit me in your hell pit to chat about my Games?" he asked. "I thought you knew why I had to win. I thought everyone did." His voice and face were flat, but his eyes had some fire in them now. "I had to be famous. I wanted Panem to chant my name and girls to throw themselves at me. I was never meant to be a nobody and I knew I couldn't die. I got everything I wanted, didn't I, and when I was in there?" The stick was out of his mind now, and Finnick gripped the bars with both hands, pressing his face against the metal. "I felt powerful," he almost whispered, expelling the words from his lips with a force. In the next moment, he caught movement from the corner of his eyes and jumped back several steps. Smiles had lunged forward, but the stick hadn't made a pass through the bars. Just a warning, but Finnick hated how it made him react. The fire from his eyes had traveled through his body, and he shook with it. He wanted to rip them all apart, and he might do it if the stick was the only thing in his way. His voice shook from it as he continued, "You know what that's like, don't you?"
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Apr 16, 2017 12:37:42 GMT -7
There was tension between the two. She could feel it, even if the bars separated them. It made her cringe. She wanted to slap Finnick as hard as she could, though she couldn't figure out the reason why. Finnick had always been a rock among the victors. Pyra had looked up to him ever since she had won. He didn't have a drinking problem, he wasn't crazy or depressed--he was so confident and so sure of himself. She was jealous of what he had and who he was. Ten years after winning, he was still as popular as ever. He had everything he wanted--a beautiful and sweet girl, a perfect home, friends that loved him. Looking at him now, she saw him stripped away from all of that. If anything, she was mad that he got himself captured. If he wasn't a damn rebel, he could've kept his extravagant lifestyle. But he had to be passionate in something that betrayed him, and to her, that wasn't fair.
When he spoke again, it was about Annie. He seemed...angry, almost as if she was the one who shot him. How wasn't he worried about the crazy girl he was in love with? He remembered saying that Annie was his fire. If anything, he should've wanted to get out of the cell for her. And yet, with almost dread, he spoke of her as if he hated the redhead. She couldn't really understand, nor did she want to understand. It was clear he didn't want to talk about her, so she pushed it aside and didn't bring it up again.
Finnick had looked at her finally and spoke to her after she asked him the question. Her face was neutral again, though if anything, she had a hint of anger in her face when he laughed. The Finnick she knew would do anything to get out of the prison. Maybe Pyra didn't know Finnick as much as she thought. She had really only talked to him a couple times, but she thought she knew a lot about him. He had opened up to her that night of drinking (though she more than him), and she felt like there was a connection there. But maybe she was wrong. He felt like a stranger to her as she looked back at him. In his cell, he was stripped of all acts that were usually with the Finnick Odair package. He was bare, and she was there to watch.
What she hadn't expected of him was to get up. She stood her position as he almost seemed to lunge at her. There were several Peacekeepers versus him, though she couldn't imagine him trying to kill her. Scare her, maybe. But kill? No. The eighteen-year-old looked at his green-blue eyes, not paying attention to any other detail on his face. She put her hands down at her sides. The man started speaking, and his words jabbed her like a knife. The words he spoke didn't offend her, but the way he spoke made her shake. She wanted to grab him by the shirt and scream at him. Pyra was so angry. He wasn't the Finnick that she looked up to. He was more of a monster than a man. She had to keep reminding herself that he had probably experienced awful things in the Capitol, but she couldn't help it.
His eyes darted to someone behind him, possibly one of the Peacekeepers, but she didn't take her eyes off of him. Fame was what he wanted when he won the games, he had said. Not family, not a spontaneous will to live past one's early teens, but fame. The girl was shaking. His words were intense, as if he almost made sure that she didn't take her eyes off of him. And all of a sudden, he grabbed the bars. She took a step back as another Peacekeeper took a step forward.
Power, she heard from him. He felt powerful. He could kill people and have no repercussions. He could capture people and torture them and nothing would've been done to stop him. The games had little rules. Any tribute could do whatever the hell they pleased as long as they were entertaining the Capitol. Maybe Finnick and her shared the same anger. Maybe they shared the same weakness as he cowered back when he saw a Peacekeeper use a stick, almost the same way as she cowered back when he got closer. As crazy as he was, as mad as he could be, she still needed to get him out.
Right now, Pyra had power over Finnick. Maybe that was what made her so confident. Finnick had lost all of his power the moment he was captured. He used to have the charisma to make any girl fall in love with his charm from what she heard. Now, if it had been anyone else, they might have run out of the prison, scared of what he was saying. It infuriated her more than made her fearful, but she had to keep her cool.
"It doesn't matter if I know what it's like," she said back at him. He was so vulnerable. She didn't--no, refused--to talk about herself here. She wasn't here to talk about her own problems, but more talk about him and his. He was not dealing with things well, that was certain. She had talked about herself all too often to Finnick, and she was tired of it. "So how about now? Your power is gone. You have nothing except the company of a couple Peacekeepers." She felt awful reminding him of where he was now, but it was necessary. "You can't even fight back. You won the damn Hunger Games and you can't even fight a couple of cocky Peacekeepers when they point a stick at you." She was angry now, showing that anger in her voice. She didn't care about being level-headed or calm anymore. There was no point. It was just him and her now, with her not giving a shit about the Peacekeepers. Snow probably wasn't liking what he saw. She didn't want him to fight, but she wanted him more to be angry and mad at her. Maybe it would make her feel better about screwing up the plan.
WORD COUNT: 1054
TAG: Finnick Odair
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Post by Finnick Odair on Apr 18, 2017 7:35:37 GMT -7
There was some satisfaction in seeing Pyra step back when Finnick pressed close to the bars. Inside this cell, even in the studio, he was the one cowering. He was ashamed of it, of course, but he had learned that the things they could do to him were so much worse than anything he could do first. Even that pink haired man who had run practice interviews with him hadn't flinched at being in Finnik Odair's presence before he was strangled. It felt good to be an aggressor again, just for an instant, even if he couldn't do anything else. It was hard to say what might have come from that instant if the bars weren't in the way. Fire girl didn't leave or cower back after that though. No, the pretty blonde girl that had won the hearts of the nation - his included, once - wasn't finished with him. No one was ever finished with him. Before the tunnels, that had been a blessing more than a curse. Who could forget the handsome face and charm of the blonde bachelor from District 4? Here, though, he'd begun to hate that memorability. He'd begun to hate the man beneath it for putting him here. He'd begun to hate in a way he hadn't ever hated before, not even when he was making his small fights against the Capitol. Not even when they'd stolen and tortured and killed his cousin, Olivia. He had new hate for so many, and it threatened to burst from him so often. Pyra Elswood held her share of Finnick's hate, especially now. She'd put him here, and was disappointed that he wasn't fighting back? She knew what they would do to him when she turned him in - she had to - and she wanted to twist the knife further? That crying girl moping about guilt in her childhood home was the biggest charade Finnick had ever seen. She was the killer who'd butchered seven kids in her Games, who made people like her with her tears and then pushed tridents through their chest. For some people, pain was the only thing they knew how to do. Pain. Finnick should have been filled up with pain so much that there was no room to take more, but it wasn't true. Pain and rage still found new places in his body, and the stick was sometimes the only thing that could relax him. He couldn't give himself or Smiles that satisfaction now, though. Finnick's fingers curled into fists at his sides, his will to stay conscious temporarily stronger than his will to jump at her again. "I could still rip any one of you to pieces," he returned to the girl, his voice again calmer. "You know it. They know it. He knows it." At the last statement, he cocked his head toward Smiles. His eyes shifted that way for a moment, studying the man for perhaps the millionth time. Sure, Smiles knew that Finnick could kill him. It was the reason he was never without the stick. That long, slender, silver stick was Smiles' only defense and offense, and since one poke with it rendered Finnick useless, it was all he needed. But unarmed, Smiles would have been dead by now. Freed, Finnick would be the only one in this room left standing. Without that stick and the machine before it, they wouldn't have been able to keep him caged. Finnick glanced back to Pyra, this pause between his words longer than he had meant it. "But let Smiles here poke you with that stick a few times and know there's nothing to go back to, and tell me how you feel, fire girl. Tell me if you can fight the cocky Peacekeepers with sticks." He opened his arms wide then, taking another step back as if to encompass his entire cell - or perhaps Panem. "You wanted me in here, so here I am. Congratulations on a part well played. The Great Finnick Odair is caged and obedient for your viewing pleasure." He made an extravagant bow, then turned abruptly and walked back to his bed. "Now get out." He picked up his mattress, the only thing in his cell not bolted down, and hurled it at Pyra. "Get out!" The pad crashed against the bars and tumbled back down in a flurry of sheets. "I think it's nighttime for Odair," the man Finnick referred to as Smiles said, taking a step toward Pyra. He smiled in what he meant to be a pacifying way, shifting the stick in his hands subconsciously in preparation for its forthcoming task. "Say your goodbyes, Miss Elswood."
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Apr 18, 2017 12:53:48 GMT -7
The man that had only been a few feet away was someone she barely knew. He was a stranger, one that she barely recognized. He was full of hatred. It seemed like he hated everyone he knew before. The man she remembered loved the woman with the red hair. He was passionate about a cause. He cared about strangers who were on the verge of death. And yet, with him stripped of whatever he had before, she would've still done anything to get him out. No matter how angry he was at her, no matter how much he hated her, Pyra would do anything to get Finnick Odair out of captivity. She owed something to him. She really owed something to everyone she had killed or wronged. If it wasn't for her, he wouldn't have been captured and District 4 would've been liberated. If it wasn't for her, Adam would've only focused on his mother. If it wasn't for her, Quirinus would be alive. If she could just help someone, do something right for once, she would do it in a heartbeat. Her heart was set on getting Finnick out.
Pyra listened to the man once again when he said that he could rip any of the Peacekeepers to pieces. He was right, she knew it and so did they. He was strong enough to simply snap her in half if he wanted to. And for all she knew, maybe he did. She wouldn't fight it. But Finnick had said something about one of the people behind her. He knows it, Finnick had said and turned his face to the same Peacekeeper with the stick. Her eyes moved towards the man next to her. They must have had some kind of beef with each other. Maybe the Peacekeeper next to her was Finnick's own guard. Her eyes then moved to the stick in his hand. It was something that Finnick was so afraid of, one that made him jump back. Maybe it did a lot worse than she thought a little stick could do.
When Finnick spoke again, he seemed to challenge her like she did with him. Pyra knew she deserved it. She was about to respond, but as soon as Finnick finished, he spoke again. The words that came out of his mouth made her face change completely. It wasn't anger anymore. Instead, she took in a breath, almost cringed at what he said. She wanted him here. She was 'playing a part.' Did he really, actually believe that? "I never wanted you in here, Finnick!" She yelled to him, now angry that he would accuse her of something so terrible. "It was a goddamn mistake! How dare you!" She had never been so angry in her life, but his words drove her to her anger. If he really believed that, he wouldn't want to get out. He didn't have the tools, but if she was to prove it to him that she was innocent, she would have to do something daring. Something that could cause her own encampment.
She wondered, if she did get him out, where they would go. She didn't know if the two would even be able to get out of the prison, much less out of the Capitol. Pyra didn't even know if she had the guts to do it. For all she knew, Finnick would just try to kill her. But that was a rick she was willing to take. If she could just get the stick and throw it, maybe they had some sort of chance. Finnick was a stronger than her, but she was quick. Together, they might actually have a chance to get out. As she was in thought, Finnick yelled at her and threw the mattress at the bars. She didn't move like before, but looked up at him. "It seems like you want to rot in here. Fine." Her words were quiet, but she had something completely different on her mind. Pyra was going to get Finnick out. She had to.
The Peacekeeper next to her had told her that her time was up. She nodded. "Goodbye Finnick," she said as she was about to turn to face the door. They were about to put the blindfold on her, when she turned back and reached for the nightstick the man was holding.
Strength roll: c4ICM1wg8skill
IF FAIL:
Pyra was too weak. She was always weak, but her physical stature hadn't really failed her in a long while. Yet, with all the things on her mind, she was too distracted to grab the nightstick. The man pulled away as the rest of the Peacekeepers tackled her. He poked her with the stick, sending a shock through her. "I'm sorry," she said to Finnick and blacked out. Pyra is unconscious.
IF SUCCESS:
Pyra was quick and strong, and if she didn't think she had a chance, she wouldn't have grabbed it. But she did, and she had luck on her side for once since the games. All she had to do was give it to Finnick before they were able to take it away. She took a step towards the cell, trying to throw it in the cell before the man Finnick despised could grab it.
Agility roll: 9skill
IF FAIL:
She was strong, but she wasn't quick. "Catch!" She yelled at Finnick, but it was too late. The Peacekeeper grabbed it out of her hand before she could even throw it. Everything was going to plan, but luck wasn't on her side yet again. The Peacekeepers pinned her down as the man held the stick once again. He then thrusted it into her back. The electricity went into her body as she screamed loudly. Before she knew it, the world was dark and she had failed. Pyra is unconscious.
IF SUCCESS:
Pyra had one thing go right after what felt like a long time. The stick went through the bars and landed on the mattress, far enough away that the man next to her couldn't grab it. She was pinned down by two Peacekeepers, trying to struggle to get out but unable to do so. "If you really want to get out, make it happen," she managed to say. Pyra wasn't expecting to help Finnick get out, but she was able to do so. If it had failed, she would need to answer to Snow. But if Finnick was able to get out, that was all that mattered to her.
WORD COUNT: 1083
TAG: Finnick Odair
NOTES: pls dice be nice
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Post by Finnick Odair on Apr 19, 2017 7:05:06 GMT -7
Lies. It was all he could expect from Pyra, and it was what she spat back at him when he finally called her out. He'd made her angry. Good. Since he was stuck in here, anger was the best he could hope for. Anger was all he could trade with her, with anyone. He saw her face again, leering over him in the train tunnel, heard her muffled voice tell someone to stop the bleeding on their valuable prisoner. There could be no normal, friendly reason for that. Maybe she thought he couldn't hear, deafened by the pain and on the verge of unconsciousness, but he'd heard. He knew. The female's voice was quiet after the mattress left his hands, and he didn't pay much attention to it. He just wanted her gone. He sank down onto the bare mattress springs and put his elbows on his knees, watching his shaking hands. He wished for the millionth time for rope, or anything to keep his fingers busy. There was nothing for them in this place. Everything was bolted to the ground save the mattress, sheets, and the extra sets of clothes they gave him that seemed like a joke. His eyes shifted to the mattress, its sheets spilled onto the cold floor. He could make his own rope. They wouldn't let him get far, and they would take it from him, but he would have it for a few minutes. And then something silver landed on top of the sheets. The man nicknamed Smiles lost his smile when the silver stick left his hands. He lunged after it and the girl, throwing all of his speed and force into the movement, because losing the imperium sealed a fate for him. But the girl was quick, and he watched in mild disbelief as the one thing that kept Finnick Odair in check sailed into his own cell. He was quick, but the victor he caged was no slouch. He wouldn't be able to get inside the bars and grab the imperium before Finnick grabbed it. But there were other imperiums, other weapons with longer reaches and devastating blows. There were reinforcements to get this situation back under control. As for the current moment, Antony "Smiles" Simichian wasn't going to stick around and leave himself open for the attack that was surely coming. He ran. He left the remaining Peacekeepers to deal with Pyra Elswood and Finnick Odair, and he ran for what could most aptly be called the armory. "Reinforcements to Sector B, Wing 7," he said into the communicator on his arm as he ran. He would keep running straight out of the prison if he didn't know it would surely mean a slow death for him. Smiles had barely stepped out of view of the cell when Finnick stood with the stick in his hands. He'd lunged for it without much thought. The slender, metal stick was light in his hands and felt easy enough to wield. It was most akin to a spear, but something in the way it sang on his fingertips set it apart. Its tip looked innocuous enough, but he was all too aware how dangerous it was. Holding this was the source of his fantasies, and his eyes lifted to the source of its deliverance. "If you really want to get out, make it happen." He might have nowhere to go, but that didn't mean he wanted to stay here. He was not powerless now. Fire girl was held by two of the guards, who were already starting to pull her away from his cell. He didn't think - he just moved. Finnick thrust the silver stick into the guard flanking each side of the blonde girl. He went for a third thrust at the girl herself and paused inches from where it would hit her. He pulled it back another inch, but did not lower it. His eyes, icy fire, met hers. He was still caged, but he was not powerless. Does Finnick take out the guards?Guard 1: 1AjmySAJ9skillGuard 2: 9skill
WC: 677 Tag: Pyra ElswoodNotes: Oh man. Above rolls were agility rolls, since you don't need much pressure with these imperium sticks to make them work. The stat used for the rolls was given by Sydney. Here's hoping they work! 9skill·9skill |
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Apr 19, 2017 9:34:37 GMT -7
Pyra's life was in the hands of Finnick Odair once again. He had the power over her, whereas only moments ago, she had power over him. The woman heard the man that used to have the stick run away, saying something on the intercom that would sure lead them out. Sector B, Wing 7 was where they were, and though she came to the cell with a blindfold on, she remembered some turns that might be useful. That was if Finnick didn't kill her first or put her in his cell. He had the stick, which meant he had the power. Or rather, he had power over the guards only for a moment before more would rush into the sector.
Finnick swung the stick at the two guards next to her, hitting them and knocking them out cold. As she was about to get up, she looked at Finnick, who didn't seem to let the stick down. It was only a couple inches away from her face. The sound of the electricity crackled through her ears. She knew one hit of that, one tiny poke, would make her unconscious. If she had to guess, five hits would probably kill her. It wouldn't be hard to do it either. Her brown eyes met his as she gave him a solemn look. It was only for a second, but she couldn't waste anymore time if she was going to get him out of the prison. She moved her hand back to the knocked out Peacekeeper, turning her head to see where she was reaching. On his belt was an ID, which she ripped it off of him. She remembered hearing the sound of swiping with a card on the doors to get in, so she figured that it would work.
Pyra looked back at Finnick, the stick still only inches away from her. She stood up slowly. "You need to get out of here. I don't care where you go, but you're too important to me to be rotting in a cell," she said, walking over to the door and swiping the card in the slot. The door opened. The room was completely silent. She knew it was the calm before the storm. "We can either leave together or you can knock me out and leave by yourself. I don't care either way Finnick, but you have to make a choice soon before reinforcements come."
Did she want to be imprisoned? No, of course not. But it might have been better than being around people she could get potentially killed. If Finnick decided to take her, she would fight with all of her might to get him out. She would be tortured, beaten, and possibly killed. But she was okay with that. As long as Finnick was safe, as long as she could save one person in her life. "If you really think that I wanted you in here, that this was all an act, you can leave me. There's nothing stopping you from stunning me with that stick." The blonde girl bent down and grabbed the ID from the other Peacekeeper. She threw it at Finnick, nodding. She could hear the sound of Peacekeepers shuffling from the opposite end of the hallway with the door wide open. They didn't have much time.
WORD COUNT: 557
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Post by Finnick Odair on Apr 19, 2017 13:50:40 GMT -7
The guards went down, Smiles had left, and that only left Pyra. For a moment, they just stared at each other. He should do her too, now, before Smiles and a host of others just like him came down to Finnick's cell. He knew they would come, unless this was all just some ploy. Unless regardless of if he left fire girl conscious or not, they'd be waiting to make this a new form of torture for him. Pyra moved. "Don't," he warned, his voice low, but he still didn't close the distance between the stick and her body as she reached to grab something else. An ID card. Pyra stood, and Finnick's aim followed her up. He could thrust the stick just a couple inches, take the ID card, and run. He should, but now his hands shook just a bit. He couldn't understand why this was happening the way it was. Why torture him with a near escape? To remind him how stuck he was here? And why have Pyra do it? There was no one left he could trust, and yet to have someone who had so clearly betrayed him become his "rescuer" seemed like poor planning on the Capitol's part. Pyra spoke and Finnick lifted a hand to his temple and let out a low, frustrated yell to cover up her voice. There was something he was missing, and it wasn't clicking right because everything in his head was scrambled. The door beeped and clicked open, a sound familiar to him. He pulled the stick from between the bars and advanced toward the open doorway. He advanced on Pyra, switching the stick to one hand and using the other to slam her against the brick wall that his cell faced. His movements were quick and smooth, although everything inside felt its opposite. His hand was on her chest, just below her throat, and he thought about how easy it would be. With the stick or his hand, she wouldn't be hard to kill now. Then maybe he could poke himself with the stick and disappear into the world of strange visions where he knew what people were. It would be over, and he wouldn't be any better or worse for it. He would have passed this test of theirs, or failed it. It didn't much matter either way. His fingers dug into her skin, and in the same instant he saw the broken girl in her own family home. The image of pain and self-loathing she'd held there contrasted so sharply with the girl she had to be to send him here that he sucked in a breath and took a step back from her. All of this had passed in only a few seconds, and their time was short. If this wasn't a trap - was that even possible? - they had to move. Finnick lifted his stick again, but this time, he didn't point it at her. He didn't trust her, but he didn't think he could get out of this place alone. Even if he knew the way - which he didn't - he wouldn't be able to keep it together. He barely was now. If this was real, truly real, he needed her for whatever came their way. At least until they were out. Until he was somewhere, anywhere, that wasn't here. He could deal with it then. If this wasn't real, then nothing mattered. Finnick caught the second ID badge when she threw it at him, turning it over in his hands before pocketing it. "Let's go," he said, letting her take the lead as he turned toward their only way out.
WC: 607 Tag: Pyra Elswood |
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Apr 19, 2017 15:39:33 GMT -7
Pyra was terrified. She couldn't think of any other word that described exactly what she was feeling. Her body shook, her lip quivered, the hairs on the back on her neck stood up. There wasn't anything to describe what she was feeling at that moment, and when Finnick pushed her into the wall, she seemed to get the breath taken out of her. She was so sure of herself only moments ago, so sure that Finnick would want to leave a place like this. The blonde girl felt trapped as her back scraped against the brick wall and her breath was shortened by Finnick's hand on her chest. She wasn't sure what kind of thoughts they put into his head, but she came to the conclusion that they had to. The same had happened to Pyra, though she knew it wasn't the same. She wondered if Finnick even knew what was real and what wasn't.
She looked at him, her eyes almost pleading to him. Her confidence had shattered the moment Finnick's hand pushed her into the wall. If he used the stick on her, it would all be over and she would be stuck in the prison. President Snow was no doubt watching the two victors. He wouldn't just do nothing, especially since Finnick was on lockdown with the Capitol. Pyra wasn't a rebel. She just wanted Finnick to get out. She didn't believe she was helping any sort of cause but her and the older victor's own. The Elswood girl might've completely regret it, but she couldn't do nothing. If everything went wrong, she could sleep knowing that she at least tried. When his arm dug into her skin, she took in a sharp breath from the pain she felt. Did she already regret getting him out?
Finnick put his hand off of her chest, allowing her to breath better. She was surprised, in all honesty. She honestly thought Finnick might have killed her, or knocked her out after he got out of his cell. He probably thought she was the bad guy. Pyra had to convince him that it wasn't an act. She had to get out of the prison with him. She didn't have a choice for her own life or for his. She felt a will to live--one that had fueled her victory in the games. In a way, to her, this was the real games. It would be harder because they were facing dozens of Peacekeepers and obstacles in their way. If luck could be on their side one more time, if they could just pull through, she wouldn't care what happened afterwards. All she wanted was for Finnick to live and her to succeed in getting him out.
She nodded to Finnick, who decided that it was alright for her to lead the way. She was relieved that he didn't use the stick on her or throw her in his cell, but if they failed, she might have wished he did. Pyra walked towards the door, hearing the footsteps get closer. She swiped the card of the knocked out Peacekeeper, hoping Finnick would keep up. If anything, she would get hit first and Finnick might've still had a chance to get out. Her heart seemed to beat out of her chest and she was absolutely terrified, and yet, she missed the adrenaline of the games. She knew this would be enough adrenaline to last her the rest of her life--whether it was cut short or she died of old age. Pyra just wanted to succeed.
Do they get out?
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WORD COUNT: 608
TAG: Finnick Odair
NOTES: Pls dice keep being awesome 6skill·6skill |
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Post by Finnick Odair on Apr 19, 2017 16:17:24 GMT -7
Finnick held the stick as firmly as he could in his hands as he followed Pyra to the door. She slid the card and pulled open the door, revealing a blissfully empty hallway. He could hear the sound of footsteps though, and they didn't sound far off. He couldn't think about what would happen if they ran into a group of Peacekeepers. He didn't want to think. He would follow Pyra and he would stab anything that moved, and maybe he'd see some place other than his drab cell and the bright lights of the studio. The pair of victors turned a corner only to be faced by a group of three Peacekeepers only a couple of yards off. Finnick pulled Pyra back, swiped his card on the door of another hallway, and plunged them both in. Finnick's direction roll 1:1WHdaXKx5skillIF FAIL: Finnick released Pyra and sprinted down the hallway. It was long and narrow, with doors on either side that led to the cells of other prisoners. As they were about to reach the door on the other end, the door opened. Two Peacekeepers stepped through to block their way. One held a stick similar to Finnick's , with that sickly familiar face, and the other held a solid baton. IF SUCCESS: Finnick released Pyra and sprinted down the hallway. It was long and narrow, with doors on either side that led to the cells of other prisoners. At the end of the hallway, he pushed open the door into a larger room. Finnick glanced around, recognizing the room, although he usually came into it a different way. This was the place they took off his blindfold, and that staircase to the left led up to the studio. Ahead of them? A door that must lead outside. Finnick cocked his head toward that one and made for it.
WC: 309 Tag: Pyra ElswoodNotes: Finn has not great survival skill, as determined between Syd and myself. Here goes! 5skill |
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Apr 19, 2017 16:57:44 GMT -7
To the two's demise, Finnick had went down a wrong hallway. They were so close! She saw two Peacekeepers at the end, and behind them, was a door that possibly led the way out for the victors. She looked at Finnick, hoping that they could do something to get out. They were so close, they had to make it! There was two of them and two Peacekeepers. Behind them, there was a shooting noise. She turned around for a brief second, seeing that there was a Peacekeeper shooting at them. The gun didn't look fatal, but rather it probably shot bullets that stunned them. Enough shots in them, they would be good as dead.
She kept running, trying to get passed the Peacekeepers. She felt a large sting in her arm, letting out a yell of frustration. Pyra had to keep going. She couldn't stop for anything. Her adrenaline pushed her as she kept going. She was fast, and if she could just run passed the Peacekeepers, she would be able to get out. They would be able to get out. She had an idea. If Pyra could push the man into the stick, they might be out of the clearing. That was all she wanted. She wanted to get out and get the stinging bullet out of her arm. The blonde was lightheaded, but she wouldn't stop until she was either knocked out or freed. She hoped Finnick felt the same way too.
LUCK ROLL (to see if Pyra pushed the Peacekeeper into the stick and the two end up escaping)
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IF FAIL: Before she could do anything, the Peacekeeper with the baton raised it and hit her over the head. She immediately fell down, crying out in pain. All she wanted to do was get out. Peacekeepers from one end came charging in while the two others ended up in front of her. If there was ever a time to fail, it wouldn't be now. But of course, she had gotten caught. Blood was dripping down her forehead and she could barely hold herself up with her arms. She ended up falling to the ground, giving up and wondering if Finnick was going to make it.
IF SUCCESS: It was a last ditch effort, and it had worked. The Peacekeeper tumbled onto the stick and the recognizable Peacekeeper. She grabbed Finnick's hand out of adrenaline and ran out the door. There was a door in front of them and she smiled at Finnick. They were almost there! Just a little longer, she knew, and they would be free. Her arm was absolutely killing her, but it would be easy to fix up if they could just leave. Two victors on the run wasn't something that people took lightly. No matter what, they would be fugitives now with nowhere to go. She would rather have that than be captured without a doubt.
WORD COUNT: 489
TAG: Finnick Odair
NOTES: Dice pls be great i would love you forever
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Post by Finnick Odair on Apr 20, 2017 6:53:50 GMT -7
Finnick ran with Pyra toward the Peacekeepers at the end of the hall, because there was no where else to go. The three he'd spotted in the other hallway had to be closing fast. Behind them, loud popping sounds filled the air and something stung in Finnick's previously uninjured leg. He stumbled, crying out, but adrenaline was pushing him forward. He just had to get through Smiles and his buddy. Smiles had his usual smile back, holding his silver stick as if he'd never lost one. He and the other Peacekeeper were successfully blocking the doorway ahead of them. Finnick tilted his stick toward the Peacekeeper that had so tormented him, but Pyra reached the pair of them first. She slammed the unfamiliar Peaceekeper into Smiles, and the stick did what it did best. Both Peacekeepers went down, and Pyra was already tugging him past them. Finnick reached out and touched his stick to Smiles, seeing the satisfactory jerk of his body before he was pulled through the door. Beyond the hallway was a large room. As they made their way toward the door at the other end, he began to recognize this room - although he usually entered it a different way. To the left was a staircase that curled upward and led to the studio. To the right, a hallway peeled off that led to the machine. He remembered that machine too well, strapped down to a table while they played with his mind. He'd flash in and out of consciousness, and every time he awoke, Smiles was there. Every time he had to go in for another "treatment", Smiles was the one that took him and the one that strapped him down. The other Peacekeepers were interchangeable, but there was always Smiles. And behind him now, Smiles was still going to live. Mental health check (aka luck, because we don't have that dice): _vv1b2k1luckIF FAIL: Finnick's hand broke from Pyra's, and he rushed back the way they had come. The freedom beyond this room was temporarily forgotten in lieu of his own revenge. He couldn't let Smiles continue to live, not after everything he had done. He wanted that smile gone unlike he had ever wanted anything before. Smiles was the reason behind it all -
not Snow or the Capitol. Smiles was the reason Finnick didn't understand why Pyra had done what she did.
Oblivious to anything else going on in the hallway he'd just left, Finnick raised his silver stick and slammed it into the already unconscious body of Smiles. He pulled the stick back and thrust it down again. And again. Blood oozed from the wounds and the skin around them started to pucker. The whole body started to bloat as the venom inside the stick wound its way through Smiles' veins. Whatever Smiles saw in the vision brought to him would be the last thing he would ever see, and that brought the victor a sickly pleasure.
Pain exploded in Finnick's right arm and made him stumble back. The Peacekeeper who had been shooting them before was only a few feet off now, and lowered his gun as he looked at Finnick. Behind him, two other Peacekeepers were making their way down the hall, walking now that they saw Finnick stopped. He stumbled and fell, landing hard on the cement floor as the world around him started to go black.
*If this is the case, the below events and roll will not count* IF SUCCESS: Finnick wanted to end Smiles so badly. He was the source of Finnick's pain in there, the face he could attach to the muddle of his own mind. The Peacekeeper would wake up a little groggy after today's events, but he would wake up all the same. It wasn't good enough. But Pyra's hand, pulling him along, kept Finnick going. She had gotten him this far, even if he didn't understand why. But if they could get out, maybe everything would make sense - and he could come back for Smiles. One day, he would come back. The pair of victors went through the door at the other end of the room and burst out onto a street. Bright light filtered down between the towering buildings above them. Cars passed on the street, while on the sidewalks a few citizens walked on their way to work or errands, or stumbling home from last night's party. A woman screamed at the sight of them, picking up her young child and staring at them with exaggerated horror. Finnick barely registered the sound and couldn't get a bearing on where they were, but it didn't matter. They were out, and he chose a direction and went with it, his hand still in Pyra's. Are they followed?luck(Fail - yes, Success - no)
WC: 796 Tag: Pyra ElswoodNotes: Omg, this thread. I honestly do want Finnick and Pyra to be free! But I made a horrible mistake in letting Smiles be one of the PKs that intercepts them at the end of the hall  Dice, please let this go well and help Finnick and Pyra out! luck·luck |
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Post by Pyra Elswood on Apr 20, 2017 9:09:29 GMT -7
She was almost there. They were almost free. Free from the Capitol, free from the life of being expected to do everything against their will. Going in, Pyra wasn't expecting to leave with Finnick. It was all in a spur of the moment that they actually escaped from the cell. The door was right there. It was a door of their freedom and their torture. She held onto his hand, but the hand was slipping. Her mind was starting to get fuzzy. There was only a few more steps. And yet, when she looked back at Finnick, she saw him darting to the door they came in. "Finnick, no," she said in a weak voice. She could leave him behind. Pyra Elswood could leave and be a fugitive. She could've went to District 13 and figured out a better plan to get Finnick out.
But she couldn't do that. Pyra couldn't leave Finnick, or Adam, and Quirinus again. If she left now, she would regret it the rest of her life. The blonde victor walked over to the door, knowing that if she opened it, she would be in a world of pain and suffering. Pyra was terrified yet again, but this time, she had the guts to help Finnick. She had to try to. She opened the door and saw the victor stab at the Peacekeeper. The girl leaned against the wall, trying to regain balance. Pyra heard another shot in the room, but it wasn't directed towards her. Instead, it was Finnick getting shot. To her, everything felt like it was in slow motion. She had to help Finnick. She had to get out of there.
Pyra fell on the floor, still being able to hold herself up. She grabbed Finnick's arm, trying to pull him out towards the door. They could make it. They had to make it. But her feet slipped. Her mind made everything fuzzy. She heard someone speak into their arm as she looked up. She wasn't going to let him go. Her hands made his way to his torso as she grabbed onto him. Peacekeepers had surrounded them. "Finnick...get up," she managed to say, trying to wake him up. The girl was starting to cry as tears left her eyes. No, she couldn't give up. The victor's world was going black, though she wasn't letting go of Finnick. Pyra couldn't hold onto consciousness anymore. She had failed Finnick and everyone else that wanted Finnick freed. She had failed her family, who were certainly going to die from this situation. She had failed herself for not being the perfect victor and getting on that train sooner.
Her breathing slowed. Her eyes shut. Pyra knew that this had been impossible, and yet, she failed once again.
WORD COUNT: 466
TAG: Finnick Odair
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Post by Finnick Odair on Apr 20, 2017 13:29:03 GMT -7
There was nothing but rage as Finnick stabbed Smiles with the stick, but after a new shot exploded pain in his arm, the reality of what he'd done started to settle in. The rage was gone, and in its place was horror. He wasn't going to leave this place. Smiles was dead, but they weren't going to let Finnick leave. Were they ever going to let him leave anyway? If it hadn't been for Smiles and the mess of his head, what would have happened when Finnick and Pyra went out that door? He wouldn't ever know now. The three Peacekeepers seemed to take their time coming toward him now as he lay on the ground. Something jerked his arm, and he turned his head groggily to see Pyra. She had a hold of his arm and then fell down next to him. For a moment, he forgot the hate and the betrayl, as if fading toward unconsciousness made his mind temporarily clearer. "Go," he said weakly, but instead, she grabbed onto him tighter. He could feel the slight tug still, but it was weak. Why was she still here? A Peacekeeper raised his arm to speak into it, and Finnick tried to raise the arm that still clutched the stick. It wouldn't move though, and he was fighting just not to pass out. It seemed like there was a wall of solid white bodies surrounding him now, Peacekeepers without end. He relaxed against Pyra's chest, wishing that he could do more and that he hadn't brought them back here. Everything they had done to him, they would now do to her. An hour ago, he might have found that fitting, but now he hated himself for causing it. "Stay strong, fire girl," he mumbled, and then the blackness finally conquered him. --- When Finnick awoke, it wasn't in his normal cell. Instead, this cell was all bright lights and white walls. There were no bars. Next to his bed was a toilet, and above that, a mirror. There was nothing else. No sink, no bar of clothes to pretend that this was just a nice little apartment. His bed was hard, and there weren't even any sheets. The door held a tiny window and what looked like a mail slot. He stood on shaky legs, running his fingers through his hair as he inspected his small quarters. Once that inspection was thoroughly complete, he paced as his hands pulled at the fabric of his clothes, aching for rope. Time passed - how much was impossible to say. A meal was pushed through the slot at one point, but he didn't touch it. Eventually, the meal was taken back. More time passed. When he'd begun to think he'd simply be alone in this too-bright room forever, the door opened and two Peacekeepers came in. Their faces seemed only vaguely familiar, and neither one of them was smiling. Both held long, slender, silver sticks. "It's time for your treatment," the shorter one said. "Up." "What, no hello?" Finnick asked, his voice dry and cracking. Both of them ignored him. It took Finnick a moment to actually comply with the command he was given, but an advance with the stick was enough to do it. He stood and followed the short one into the hallway while the other remained behind him. "Hold," the short one said, just outside the door. The one behind Finnick put a hand on his shoulder - a warning - while they watched another set of three. Pyra, flanked by two other Peacekeepers was being led into the cell adjacent to his. She was dressed plainly, like he was, but there was no fire in her eyes. She was physically there, and yet she looked a million miles away. In fact, he knew that look. She'd just come back from the machine, the same place they now planned to take him. "Pyra," Finnick tried to call out, receiving a blow to his shoulder-blade for the word. Pyra was beyond his ability to reach, so all he could do was look at her as she was escorted into her cell. His mind might still be a mess, but there was one thing he understood clearly in that moment: guilt. Maybe she had really been standing over him that day in the train tunnel, but he didn't think that was true anymore. He didn't think she had betrayed him at all, but the same could not be said for himself. She had been trying to save him, and he had damned them both. Killing Smiles had been more important than their freedom, but he'd bring Smiles back to life if it meant Pyra wouldn't be in here with him. Who knew if he would hold on to this one tiny certainty, but at least he knew it in this moment. And then her door was shut, and he was being pushed forward.
WC: 818 Tag: Pyra ElswoodNotes: I'm guessing this is the end of the thread. I just couldn't let this one go without one final, pessimistic ending to this escape attempt. So much emotions here. Sorry if my writing is a bit all over the place! Now two D4 victors are stuck in the Capitol |
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Dice, please let this go well and help Finnick and Pyra out!luck·luck