Who: Finnick Odair and OPEN...possibly Johanna too? What: Welcome to Lawrence, enjoy your graveyard When: Um. Thursday evening. That sounds like a nice creepy time to show up Where: The good old Lawrence graveyard Warnings: Probably language and not the greatest imagery considering Finnick's canon point
It looked like a graveyard. That was Finnick’s first thought on surveying his surroundings. Which did seem possible, considering there was no way he could have survived what they’d been facing. Only one, why was he awake in said graveyard rather than buried in it? And two… Well. It didn’t look like anywhere he’d ever seen before. It wasn’t the style they had back in District Four, and he wasn’t even sure he’d ever seen graves in Thirteen. Maybe they just compacted the bodies. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised anymore.
Then his head started to clear, Snow’s mansion faded from his vision, and he was able to take in the rest of his surroundings. And absolutely nothing was familiar. It wasn’t just the strange headstones of the dead. It was just about everything. Grass he recognized, though it was slightly softer than what he was used to. But the sounds were strange, grating on his ears. The sights were nearly impossible. Strange architecture in the distance, some form of vehicle he’d never seen parked nearby.
Rubbing his eyes, he tried again to focus, yet nothing changed. Finally he gave his head a firm shake. “Katniss?” he called out, confusion evident in his voice. “Come on, Girl on Fire, don’t leave me hanging here…” Yet there was no reply. None of the others seemed to be close by either. What sort of mess had the Capitol put him in this time?