A lot of story arcs and drama is about to start in this chapter. Well, not really drama. Like the set up for future drama.
I really like this chapter because there are a lot more characters in this chapter, not just Sasori, Sakura and Deidara.
Your reviews make me very happy and I'm glad no one is bashing my knowledge of street art or lack thereof.
Also, let it be known that Sakura may be the only character I star in my Naruto stories, but Hinata is my favorite.
21 paper cuts later, Sakura finally finishes copying the dictionary.
She puts her copy right next to the original before slumping on top of both of them. Her fingers are covered in Band-Aids, she's gone through seven pens and two packs of paper but the deed is done.
Now she can go out with Sasori.
It's Friday so Sakura thinks of rushing straight over to his apartment but she knows that Sasori would want her to spend the night so Sakura packs a bag and plans to tell Mother she's spending the night at Ino's house instead. She takes her bag and her copy of the dictionary then goes downstairs.
"Mother, can I spend the night at Ino's house?" Sakura asks.
"Did you finish your dictionary?" Mother looks up from her tea.
Sakura puts the thick stack of handwritten papers down on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Mother flips through each page, not missing one, so her intelligent eyes can examine each word and check the spelling. Mother used to be a teacher at a Medical school, so she has a very keen eye for grammar and spelling. After about fifteen minutes of paging through, Mother puts the papers down and picks her tea back up.
"Be sure to pack your toothbrush."
"Yes, ma'am." Sakura smiles.
It's the first time she's gone on the subway without Sasori but she doesn't feel as nervous as she would two weeks ago. Amazing, Sakura can't even remember herself before Sasori; back when she was scared of life and let others tell her what to do. Now she feels so alive.
She's been to Sasori's apartment just about every day since they started going out, of course without Mother knowing. She has the road to the apartment memorized in her head so hard she could probably get there blindfolded.
"Sakura! Hey!" Deidara opens the front door.
"Hi Dei, is Sasori home?" Sakura asks.
"He actually went to the store but he'll be back soon, come on in."
"Alright. What...What are you doing?" Sakura looks at him in question.
Deidara's arms are covered in a thick brown mush, his shirt is splattered with the same brown gunk and his hair is tied back. She goes in and looks around, seeing a tall grouping of clay sitting on the kitchen table. There's a bowl of water next to it and a towel thrown over the chair.
"I'm creating art!" Deidara grins, going back to his work.
"Oh." Sakura sits at the table, far from the clay so she won't get splattered on.
Deidara wets his hands in the bowl before rubbing at the clay clump on the table. He's obviously making another bird, as the body has wings. Right now he's trying to fix the head of the bird, stretching out a piece in front for the beak.
"Sakura, I never got to say how happy I am that you and Sasori are together." Deidara says.
"Oh?" Sakura blinks.
"Yeah. He's totally happier with you." Deidara steps back and looks at the clay. He rubs his chin in thought, leaving a streak of brown on his face. "He's more open now...There's more emotion, more heart...and his art is so much better now!"
"Oh!" Sakura smiles.
"Mm, I'm glad he's so happy." Deidara smiles, using a tool to shape in some feathers on the bird.
There's a long pause. She watches Deidara work for a long time. The clay bird comes more and more alive as Deidara gets messier and messier. By the end, his whole shirt is covered in brown and his face looks like a giraffe; all covered in clay spots. Sakura stays super clean though, sitting away from the table.
God this is boring.
And what do girls do when they're bored?
Talk about relationships.
"Soooo Deidara, got any ladies in your life?" Sakura asks, smiling innocently.
"Nah."
"Why not?" Sakura pouts.
"Girls take away from my art," He explains mater-a-factly, "They always want to go out, to be entertained, and to do...stuff that isn't art! I don't need those distractions."
"But...don't you get lonely?" Sakura asks.
Deidara stops, his hands pressed to one of the clay bird's winds. He looks at Sakura, totally caught off guard. Lonely? Well...he has Sasori to keep him company! But Sasori is with Sakura a lot now-a-days...But he isn't lonely!
Or...well...maybe he is?
"Am I interrupting?" Sasori comes into the kitchen.
"Sasori!" Sakura's whole face lights up.
She gets up and goes to him; they collide in a hug of affectionate love that's almost gross. He smirks his happy smirk, wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a little spin. Sakura giggles and holds onto him, blinking her eyes in that adorable way that he loves.
Deidara watches them. Why doesn't anyone make adorable eyes at him?
"Your art has gotten so good," Sasori says to her, "I want to take you out painting tomorrow night."
"Really?!" Her eyes get so big.
Sasori nods, giving her a peck on the lips. "I'm so proud of you, babe."
"Alright, it's a date." She giggles.
"Mm, but we have to go get some more paint cans. I ran out of that pink you like so much."
"Can we go to this store I saw in the mall?"
"I guess."
Sakura grabs his hand and tugs him out the kitchen then out the apartment all together, off they go on another love escapade. Deidara watches them leave, suddenly feeling very, very alone.
"They didn't even say goodbye!" Deidara puffs up his cheeks.
Sakura excitedly leads Sasori into the art shop, right away looking around for her new friend. Sure enough, Konan is sitting behind the counter looking more than bored. When her sharp blue eyes spot Sakura, the only emotion she shows is the lifting of her brows but that's more than enough of a reaction from Konan to know she's happy to see the pink lady.
"Konan!" Sakura brightens.
She goes around the counter and hugs Konan affectionately. Konan pats her on the back but still isn't used to 'hugs'.
"Hey, you didn't call me back last night." Konan looks up at the only guy in the room. "Sasori? What're you doing here?"
"You two know each other?" Sakura asks, looking between the two.
"Yeah." Sasori shrugs. "When will you learn, all artists know each other."
"How do you know him?" Konan asks her.
"He's my boyfriend." Sakura blushes.
"What? He's the one you're always talking about?" Konan blinks. "He's not nearly as amazing as you make him say."
Sasori frowns at this. He goes to Sakura and puts an arm around her. He hasn't seen Konan in a good long time; last he heard she was heading off to bigger cities to perfect her art. They used to be in a bigger group of friends together, but the group broke up; the only one Sasori hangs out with from that group still is Deidara. It's strange that Konan is back so out of the blue, maybe the others are back too?
"We came to buy some spray paint." Sakura says in excitement. "Sasori is taking me painting tonight!"
"Oh? You're going to paint too?" Konan asks.
"Yep!"
"May I come along?" Konan asks them. She looks at Sasori. "It might be nice to...catch up on some things."
Sakura's whole face lights up. She looks at Sasori with big eyes. He stares at her. "I don't care."
Sakura smiles, turning to Konan and grabbing her hands. "Pretty please come!"
The smallest of smiles comes to Konan's face. "You're way too sweet for this life."
Not really understanding, Sakura just smiles happily.
That night, Sasori sneaks her out of her house and takes her to the deepest parts of the city. He doesn't want there to be any trouble what with the cops and thugs going around, the deeper you go in the streets the less people there are. There's a nice little spot under the bridge at the corner of Union and Broadway that's perfect for her. They get there close to midnight, but Konan is already there. She has a camera in hand, going around taking snap shots of all the other paintings there.
"You're late." She says to them.
"You're just early." Sasori rolls his eyes at her.
He takes his backpack off, giving it to Sakura. She takes it and goes to the nearest pillar under the bridge, opening the backpack and taking out the spray cans inside. She puts them on the ground and looks at the clean wall, just waiting to be covered in her art.
"What will you paint?" Sasori asks.
"My flowers." Sakura decides, as those are what she's best at painting.
"Sounds perfect." Sasori smiles, brushing his hand through her hair.
She pins her hair back and grabs a pink can, getting ready to work. She takes a breath, a nervous chill going down her spine. Today, she officially enters the same world as Sasori; a world of art and adventure, where you do what you want and push yourself to new heights. Never has she ever done anything like this, in her life, and never would she have ever thought of doing anything like this, in her life.
A lot of people wouldn't think this is a big deal. To Sakura, once she crosses this line there's no coming back.
Shaking the can the tiny metal ball inside rattling confidently, the paint mixes to a calm warmth, the wall looks back at her expectantly; everything is ready. But is she?
Can she really paint this wall? Defile this pillar for the world to see, where drivers will pass by and know her work. No one will know it was her, but they will see this art and an impression will be made.
Some people will love her work; look at it with appreciation and envy. Others will hate it, be disgusted by this level of vandalism. Her own friends, Ino and Hinata, would look at this work and be appalled. Even Naruto, who doesn't have a care in the world and breaks enough rules by himself, wouldn't look well upon her public defacing.
"Sakura," Sasori comes up next to her, "Are you ok?"
"Y-Yes! I mean, totally. Why wouldn't I be?" A fake smile comes to her face.
Sasori is not fooled. He outs a hand on the back of her neck, rubbing his thumb on her soft skin. His other hand touches the blank pillar wall in front of her. "Ya know, what other people think doesn't matter. As long as you're doing what makes you happy, it's ok."
Sakura's smile softens. "Thanks."
Sasori kisses her lips before stepping away.
The wall looks at her, waiting. Taking a spray can, giving it another shake, Sakura gets to work.
She paints and paints and paints. At first, she thought her flowers would just be small and in one spot, but soon they spread across the whole pillar, going around the base and up the length. The flowers look so cute and delicate, looking so out of place in this huge messy city but so bright, like a beacon in the middle of the chaos. Her flowers look almost alive, ready to pop off the wall and take life.
After nearly an hour and a half of painting, Sakura steps back and unpins her hair. Sasori comes next to her, looking at the wall in surprise. "It's amazing."
"Really?" Sakura looks at him.
"Of course."
She stands up straight. Sasori takes her hands and looks at them; there's paint splattered on her fingers, smudges on her palms and the beginnings of rough spots are forming on her tips. Her right hand feels very twitchy, obviously aching from holding the cans of spray paint for so long. He rubs his hands over them, warming them considerably. Their eyes meet. "You're a real street artist now."
A wave of relief washes over her. The deed is done, the line has been crossed, the bird has taken flight; no going back. All or nothing, Sakura feels closer to understanding Sasori that she ever has before. No matter what happens, this moment, this feeling, makes it worthwhile.
A sharp flash draws their attention; Konan is taking pictures of Sakura's painting.
"Very clean. I like it." She says, snapping away.
"Thanks." Sakura blushes.
Konan looks at them. "Do you guys want to go get a drink? I'm meeting up with some friends."
"Friends?" Sasori raises an eyebrow.
"Two. You know one of them." Konan says.
Sasori looks at Sakura, smirking at her. "Why not? We need to celebrate her artistic deflowering."
"Yup, she's no longer an artist virgin." Konan sighs, starting to walk down the street towards the bus stop. "They grow up so fast."
The two continue to tease Sakura, because she's just too adorable not to tease. Watching something cute break the law is so entertaining to them. She lets them have their fun, when it all comes down to it, so far this is the best night ever.
Konan takes them to a bar.
Sakura learns that Konan is actually 22 years old, making her four years Sakura's senior and three Sasori's. Age doesn't really matter in the artistic world, Sasori says; when you're talented, your work speaks for itself.
The bar is very crowded and dark. Sakura clings to Sasori, holding onto his arm tightly and avoiding all the stares she's attracting; she's the brightest thing in that place, what with her pink hair and adorable clothes. Plus she's so fucking cute; any guy would be a fool not to stare at her bod. Whenever a guy looks to lustfully at her, though, Sasori shoots him a dark fearsome glare, sneering quite menacingly and turning the leering men away instantly. Konan doesn't react to the stares she's getting though, as her cold eyes sharply shoot daggers at any guy who looks at her the wrong way. Sakura realizes, for the first time, her new friends are quite scary! They're tough!
"Here we are." Konan says, stopping in front of a booth in the back.
There are two guys sitting at the table. Konan puts her hand on one of the guys' shoulder. "Sasori, Sakura, this is my boyfriend. Pein. He's a photographer."
Pein, a guy with more metal on his face than Sakura's seen on anyone, looks up at them calmly. "I've heard a lot about you two."
"Nice to meet you." Sakura smiles.
"Hmph." Sasori shrugs, looking away.
"Don't mind him; he just doesn't like people much." Sakura teases, poking his arm.
Konan points to the other guy sitting at the table. "And this is-"
"Itachi!"
Everyone looks at Sakura in surprise.
Her whole face is lit up like a star, she's so happy! It's Itachi!
"Sakura?" Itachi blinks in surprise.
Sakura can't resist, she goes up and wraps her arms around him in a friendly hug. Itachi hugs her back too, shocking their friends even further. Sasori knows Itachi from his old group of friends, how Sakura knows him is beyond a mystery; it's downright flabbergastingly fucked up. Sakura is this bright little fairy-like creature full of smiles and hearts, Itachi is this dark underworld being who looms in the shadows and listens to heavy metal screamo about death: these two are so incompatible that it's totally out of the question for them to ever meet each other on their own.
"How in fuck's name do you know each other?" Sasori asks, looking completely stunned.
Sakura pulls back from the hug, looking at Sasori with a big smile. "He's the brother of one of my exboyfriends."
"I haven't seen Sakura in ages." Itachi says, a gentle smile on his face. He pats her head affectionately.
"Exboyfriend?" Sasori blinks. Sakura…dated…someone else before him?
"Mm, it was a long time ago." Sakura waves it off.
"Well this reunion calls for some drinks." Konan says. She looks at Sakura and Sasori, "As minors, give me your money and your order and I'll get the alcohol."
Alcohol?! Sakura's eyes widen in wonder; she's never…drank before…The idea is strangely tempting. After her street art escapade earlier, she's rather high on rule breaking and feeling quite invincible. What would be the harm in having just one drink or two? Besides, these guys are older than her! She doesn't want to look like some square. Artists drink all the time and she's an artist now!
"None for me." Sasori says. Sakura looks at him in surprise. He leans down to whisper in her ear. "You go ahead, I want to stay sober so I can take care of you."
She looks at him like he's an angel. Seriously, how perfect is Sasori right now?
Sakura gives Konan some money for a drink. "Just get me whatever."
"I know just what to order for our little flower." Konan smirks devilishly. Pein goes with her to get the drinks.
Itachi turns to Sakura. "I'm quite surprised to see you here…and to see your current partner. I would've never paired you two together in my life."
"Sasori makes me very happy." Sakura says, leaning into her boyfriend's side. Sasori smiles on the inside, putting his arm around her shoulder. "We've only been together for three weeks though."
"That is a short time." Itachi nods. "But I am very pleased with this. Sasori will take care of you…unlike certain other men in your past."
Sakura's mood dampens so much, Sasori looks at her in question. There's this haze in her eyes, like she's seeing images from the past. He doesn't like this. A small frown presses on her features, her hands clenching against her knees. "How…How is Sasuke…nowadays?"
Itachi is quiet for some time. His dark eyes that mirror her past lovers' seem to haunt her with understanding but regret. Sakura looks at Itachi, waiting for an answer. "He's getting older, smarter. He's kept more to himself lately…I'm worried for him, he seems very lonely lately."
"Really?" Sakura's lips downturn.
This interests Sasori greatly. Obviously this Sasuke is Sakura's past lover, but they have broken up. Any other broken up girl would regard her ex's pain with happiness, but Sakura actually looks worried over this Sasuke's pain. Sasori becomes very interested in this bit of her history and wonders just what happened between his love and Itachi's brother.
"I'm sure he'll get better." Itachi says with a sigh. "He's very good at taking care of himself."
"Yeah, he is." A tiny smile comes to her face, but there is sadness behind her faked joy.
Sasori rubs her arm gently. He leans down and presses a kiss to her temple, looking deep into her eyes. "Are you ok?"
"I'm…fine." She shakes her head, as if shaking whatever thoughts are inside away. Now she smiles and looks like the real Sakura, back to her happy self. "I'm great actually."
She pecks Sasori's lips, batting her eyelashes playfully. Sasori relaxes, she seems to have calmed for now.
"Alright, liquor all around." Konan says, setting cups on the table.
Sakura looks at her cup. It's a pretty glass with this bright blue liquid inside that seems to sparkle and shine at the same time. Sakura looks at the liquid that swirls around the clear glass flirtatiously, as if daring her to drink it. There's ice at the bottom, swimming around happily. A straw that's too thin to actually drink from sticks out from the cup, salt around the edges of the cold glass.
Konan clanks her own redish-looking drink against Sakura's.
"Bottoms up."
Deidara walks out of the convenience store at the corner of South Hampton and Jackson.
He drinks from his Snap-Soda, a plastic bag of groceries on his arm. He looks at his soda can for a moment, standing there on the street corner in front of the empty road. The can looks back at him in question.
"I'm not lonely." Deidara fumes, glaring at the can.
The can looks away doubtfully.
"I'm not!" Deidara shouts.
The can rolls its eyes.
"I'm not lonely damn it!"
Deidara pulls his arm back and chucks the can, throwing it far down the street. He watches the can fly through the air, satisfied when the can comes to a crashing death on the sidewalk. Then he notices movement a little ways farther from the can's death spot.
There're two men and a young girl. The men are moving around her in a circular motion, like sharks around a lone fish.
Frowning, Deidara quietly walks closer to the scene.
"I'm n-not interested." The girl mutters, trying to back away.
One of the men stops behind her, and she jumps away from him only to be stopped by the other man. They leer at her darkly, lust evident in their predator eyes.
"Come on, babe, just one drink?" Man one asks. "I'm buyin."
"N-No thank you…"
"Than just one dance?" Man two snickers. "I'll make it worth your while sweetie."
"I um…I have to g-go home now. So please-"
The girl moves to walk around them but the men block her. The girl bumps into them and falls back onto the ground. She shrieks, pushing her skirt down quickly but the men have already caught a peek of what lies underneath.
"Ooooh man, did you see those panties?"
"Gorgeous, just gorgeous."
"And them tits…oh babe."
"They're larger than-"
CRASH!
Glass scatters everywhere.
Man one falls forward, hitting the ground face first next to the girl. The girl looks up in shock, Deidara has appeared. There is a broken glass bottle in his hand, juice splattered all over the passed out man's back and head along with the glass pieces.
"I was gonne drink that tomorrow," Deidara muses, "But this seems like a better use for it."
"You fucker!" The other man yells.
Deidara points the remaining bottle top at him, sharp edges sticking out like a hundred knives. Deidara smirks as the man cowers. "Get your friend and get lost, asshole."
After a pause, the man grabs his passed out friend and scurries off through the streets until he's no longer seen. Deidara waits a while before dropping the glass from his hands. Hmph, dumb pigs. He looks at the girl on the-
Fuck.
She's hot.
Her eyes are big, bright and hidden behind thick black eyelashes. Her hair is long, flowing down her back in a stream of black like a princess from those children's books. Her figure is like that of art, sculpted to perfection. Her curves go on for miles, and those breasts…
Woah. Restrain yourself!
"U-Um…" The girl mumbles.
Deidara realizes she's quite shaken up, there's fear in her eyes. She's hugging himself, looking up at him as if wondering if he'll kill her or not.
"Are you ok?" Deidara bends down to level with her, adopting his charming friendly smile. His blue eyes try to show his pure intentions; he really just wanted to help her. What man would walk away and let those pigs do such horrible things to a girl? It's gross. This girl is so beautiful, like a work of art. Who would defile such a graceful creature, so small and delicate.
"Y-Yes. Thank y-y-you." The girl says.
Then she blushes and Deidara just loses it; she is so damn cute!
"Here." He stands and holds out his hand.
Hesitantly, the girl takes it and Deidara lifts her up. Her skin is so soft…
"What're you doing out this late?" He asks. "It's dangerous for girls to wander the city."
"I…I was at the library." She whispers.
Awwwwww! That is so cute!
Ok, now Deidara totally understands what Sasori is always saying; the cute girls are definitely the best ones! Just look at this chick! She's so damn precious but so fucking hot at the same time, a dangerous combination.
"W-Well…why don't I walk you home? Or at least to the bus stop." Deidara offers, grinning at her. "Unless you want me to jump in and save you again; I totally will."
The girl's eyes widen at him. That grin…it reminds her of someone else, someone she's very fond of.
"Alright. T-Thank you." She smiles at him and he swears his heart is flying all around his chest.
"Lead the way, sweetheart." He smiles at her. They start to walk down the street, a peaceful air forming between them. "I'm Deidara by the way."
She looks at him with a gentle, soft smile.
"I'm Hinata."
The sky is soooo dark….
Sakura stares straight up, looking at every star that dances in her eyes. One arm is thrown over Sasori's shoulder, the other holding onto his arm for balance as her feet refuse to walk in a straight line. Sasori has one arm around her waist and he's carefully walking her up the stairs to his apartment, but the stairs are battling Sakura's drunken feet and winning.
"It's coooold~" Sakura moans, the air chilling her. "W-Why aren't your stairs, like, inside. Other apartments are like that…"
"I have no idea." Sasori sighs.
"My feet huuuuuuuuurt." Sakura grumbles, pouting like a child.
For the love of-
Sasori stops, turns and picks Sakura straight off her feet. Sakura lets out a happy "Weeee!" as he lifts her, holding her carefully in his arms. She kicks her feet in joy, wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling up to him. Oh how could he be annoyed with her? She's so cute when she's drunk…
Kicking the door open, Sasori walks inside and straight for his bedroom.
"Oooh naughty, nau-naughty!" Sakura giggles loudly, blushing. "Sasori we can't do it here! D-Dei…Deidara! Deidara might see!"
Ignoring her, Sasori goes to the bed.
He drops Sakura onto it. She plops down but bounces for a while, which makes her happy. She giggles, bouncing on the bed like a child.
Sasori pushes her on her back, which makes her laugh, then lifts her feet to take off her shoes. He takes off her socks and jacket too. Carefully, totally looking the other direction, Sasori bashfully slips Sakura's tights off. Now she's only in her dress, which should be comfortable enough to sleep in but not too revealing.
"Sasori~ kiss me!" Sakura smiles big.
"It's time for bed." He says, pushing back the blankets.
"Kiss!"
Sighing, Sasori gets on his knees in front of her. Sakura wraps her arms around him, pulling him straight in. At first, the kiss is sloppy and hard but after a moment her lips soften. Sasori kisses her gently, feeling warm inside and regretting nothing.
Something wet touches his cheek.
"A-Are you crying?" Sasori pulls back.
Sure enough, there are heavy tears falling down Sakura's face. Her eyes are shut tight, frowning. Soft little sobs are coming from her chest.
"What's wrong?!" He panics. Sasori puts his hands on her cheeks, trying to brush away the tears that won't stop falling. She cries and cries, getting louder and heavier. After a minute more, Sasori can't take it. He pulls her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly. Not knowing what to do, he rocks her back and forth. "What's wrong…stop crying….please, please stop crying…"
She tries to hush herself, to make him feel better, but she can't.
"I'm, I'm s-s-so sad…" Sakura cries, holding onto his shoulders so hard. "I'm, I c-c-can't, I-I…"
"Shhh, it's alright." He whispers, trying to calm her. "I'm here. Please, stop crying."
Pulling back slightly, Sakura looks at him through her tearful eyes. She looks straight at him. Sasori looks back patiently, wondering what's about to happen.
"I love you." Sakura whispers.
"W-What…" Sasori stutters.
"I love you," She presses back into him, crying more. She holds him, sobbing into his shoulder. "Save me. Please, save me."
Hesitantly, Sasori wraps his arms back around her. He brushes a hand through her hair, cradling her in his grasp. She's so delicate, so small…so easy to break. She trusts him though. She knows he won't break her.
"Ok." He mumbles.
Wide eyed, Sakura pulls away. She looks at him. "Promise."
"I promise." He says seriously.
Then he pushes her down onto the bed, tucks her in under the pillows and blankets. She cries some more and begs him to stay with her, so he gets into bed next to her. Sakura snuggles up to him, holding onto him and leaning her head against his chest; listening to his heart. Sasori holds her tight, shielding her from the world. Soon, her sobs soften and she falls asleep but Sasori stays awake for some time. He thinks about everything that's happened, he thinks mostly about Sakura and how precious she is to him. He thinks about what could be causing her so much pain. He thinks about his promise. He thinks about what she just said, about loving him.
No one's ever said they loved him like that…
"I promise..." He whispers, kissing her sleeping lips. "I…love you."
(End)
Hunger Games Moment!
So it's official; Sam Claflin is going to play Finnick.
SQUEAL! Finnick! 3
Finnick is my most favorite book character, ever. He's so amazingly hilarious but adorable and strong! I hate Peeta, just sayin. Anyway, Sam Claflin is the guy from the Snow White movie with (stupid) Kristin Stewart. I never saw that movie cause I hate Kristin Stewart cause she can't act, so I had no idea who he was. When I found out he's gonna play Finnick I totally Google-Stalked him and decided he's pretty decent.
When I saw the E.W. picture of him dressed as Finnick I just about died; he looks perfect! My only thought, though, is that he's British. I LOVE British accents, but...Finnick isn't British...or at least, there's never been any hints that he is. I guess, since there's no distinction between him being British or not British in the book it would be ok for him to be British but, well, I never pictured him British. If anything, I pictured him Irish what with the orange hair and sea green eyes.
Anyway, totally can't wait for Catching Fire to come out on November 22nd. Already planning who I'm going with to the premier.