Rooms

Who: Annie C & Finnick O
When: Tonightish, 'tis a dream!
Where: Beach in District 4
Rating: TBD

( Can't stop what's coming // Can't stop what is on it's way // Bells and footfalls and soldiers and dolls // Brothers and lovers she and I were // Now she seems to be sand under his shoes // There's nothing I can do // Can't stop what's coming // Can't stop what is on it's way )

So. I wonder what brick I have to pull on to make all of this fall apart.

Any ideas?

Maybe I ought to just start poking. See what happens.

Who: Finnick Odair
What: Venturing into the hotel
Where: Hotel hallways
When: Now!
Warnings/Rating: Some disturbing visuals
Status: Completed

It had taken some time to find the door, tucked away as it was on the fourth floor of the training center, but as he had thought, there it was. Rather innocuous, no one but him seemed to really take notice of it, not even his prep team who was annoying close most moments of the day. So Finnick slipped through, his breath held, not quite sure he was fully prepared for whatever he would find on the other side.

But on the other side, once he finally stepped through, things were mundane in a way that was almost laughable. Far from the luxury and fashion of the Capitol, the hallway was plain, hard wood floors and modest wallpaper. Finnick let out a laugh, closing the door behind him. "Well, that was rather anticlimactic," he said, shaking his head as he walked down the hall, still clad in the training clothes that were the norm for the tributes. Form-fitting and black, they hid little, but they were comfortable, and Finnick was always one who was comfortable with his own body.

Now to see if anyone else was roaming the hallways. A new face would be good. Someone else to talk to other than those from the Capitol.

[Locked to Annie C]

Were you aware that there are doors here to different places? A hotel, even?

who are all these other people writing here? how are you doing this?

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