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"surrender to what is.

let go of what was.

Have faith in what will be." 'Sonia ricotta.

~Maryanne pov ~

walking on a beautiful beach, sun high in the sky, a light breeze made its way through Maryanne's hair, she along with finnick and mags walked with a basket in hand. searching for a good spot for there picnic blanket.

Maryanne suggested since a beautiful day like this one, shouldn't be wasted they go on a picnic on the sand. when she proposed the idea they jumped at the chance, almost making her fall backwards for there outburst's.

"Speaking of mags and finnick" Maryanne thought, looking several paces in front of her, the two past victors were arguing over where to set up the black and white poke-doted blanket, while Maryanne carried the basket.

when she caught up with them, mags and finnick were basically having a tug-of-war over it, mags was strong for her age. Maryanne mentally noted, standing by while they fought.

Mags wanted to lay it up on the sand bank, while finnick wanted it to be close to the sea. "We need to keep dry… well I don't want to be burned to death by the sun…. well I don't want the food, to be washed away…. Back in forth they went, Maryanne's legs were getting tired.

looking around to occupy her mind, she saw a flat space between some tidal pools, big enough for all of them to sit without getting wet… "guys" Maryanne tried.

"fish-breath… old hag!" they insulted each other. "Guys" she tried again a little louder.

"Your face makes me vomit…you have so many bags under your eyes, it's a miracle you can see… remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither…."

"GUYS" Maryanne shouted, embarrassed for her outburst when mags and finnick turned to face her.

"WHAT" they yelled in unison, she scrunch away a bit. she couldn't find the words to speak, instead she pointed to the secluded cove, mags and finnick turned in its direction, looked backed at each other mentally challenging the other to voice any compliant.

when there wasn't any they headed that way, with Maryanne following behind. when they were all set up mags was talking about her grandson, and finnick was complaining about her grandson. Maryanne never seen to people fight so much, it was so funny how they argued, but she could tell it was in good fun. unlike some family's...

As Maryanne was about to take another bit, of her tuna- fish – sandwich (they have a lot of fish based foods, now don't they) finnick turned to her. "you never told us where your from" he said with interest, Maryanne stopped mid bit, going into a daze of memories of friends, family, even that stupid yellow lamp shade.

She soon snapped out of it, and looked up into the worried faces, of the soon to be tributes for the quarter quell, where mags would volunteer for Annie... "Annie I haven't seen her yet is she sick or something" Maryanne thought to herself.

"I'm sorry for intruding on your privacy" finnick said in haste, thinking he stumbled on a soft spot.

"no, no, its fine I just don't like talking about it" Maryanne said in a soft voice, nibbling on the edge of her sandwich, mags and finnick slowly began to continued there childish bickering, and Maryanne kept thinking of the crazy victor, that finnick loves so much.

"Where's Annie" she had the courage to ask, finnick and mags gave her funny looks. "who's Annie?" finnick said eyebrows knitted together. now Maryanne was confused.

" isn't there a victor called Annie cresta here" she asked out loud. "there's a roué cresta, but no victor named Annie" mags clarified.

"Oh" was all she could say, marveling how that could be.

"how come there's no Annie, is my being here changing things" Maryanne thought, slightly panicking internally fearing that it was her, who caused Annie not being here.

The sound of mags and finnick bickering, brought her back to the present and out of her thoughts, she laughed as they fought over the last, tuna-fish and was lightheartedly insulting each other.

"Give it up" mags shouted, pulling on one of picnic basket handles, while finnick pulled the other …. Mmmm…nope! Even from this angel your, still an old hag…. "I would love to insult you, but I'm afraid I won't do as well as nature did" mags countered….. I'm busy, you're ugly, have a nice day…..No, no, no, I'm not insulting you, I'm describing you!" on and on they went, until Maryanne lifted the lid and pulled the sandwich out, cutting it in half and handing each of them a piece.

" his is bigger then mine" mags said reaching over to take finnick`s, who lifted it over his head and out of her reach.

"No its mine" finnick tried swatting her hand away. "well I want it" mags shouted back, all Maryanne could do was shake her head.

"what have I gotten myself into" Maryanne thought, with a small smile on her lips, hidden by her hair.

~ Diana pov~

walking through the capitol building, with cinna at her side they were able to get clearance, to meet with Plutarch heavensbee, how Diana didn't know how cinna did it, but that didn't matter right now.

when they handed there ideas to a guard (which she was grateful, they still haven't found it was a fake) they got clearance and made there way to the elevator. "you remember the plan" cinna whispered, Diana gave a node they were both wearing there mockingjay necklaces that were hidden under there shirts ( Which neither of them have taken off) as they reached the seventh floor, they were greeted by a wide room, which looked just like the movie, walking through they found the man they were looking for, talking to a matrix designer, looking towards the doors he saw us.

"Awe cinna" he said when he was right in front of us. "I heard you wanted to talk about a theme request design, for the arena?"

" yes I do" cinna replied. "and who might this be" Plutarch said, now looking at me. "this is my partner, I told you about" cinna replied.

"Awe Diana" Plutarch said with a wink to cinna, which was weird to see. causes I didn't think they knew how.

"now to the designs" Plutarch said plowing forward.

"Yes but can we have some privacy" Diana asked looking around at the prying eyes, that can easily report to the capitol, and have them killed. "why yes" Plutarch said, leading them towards a sideway room.

When they were inside and cinna secured the door, and made sure it was locked. we found ourselves sitting on a loveseat, facing Plutarch who was relaxing in his own chair. "know to your designs" Plutarch said, leaning forward with a good natured smile.

but we may have thrown him off as we didn't smile back, Plutarch`s smile began to fade, once he saw our serious faces. "we're not here to talk fashion" cinna said leaning forward.

" we're here about you" I said in monotone.

"What is this about" Plutarch said, looking back in forth between us. "

we know" cinna said, and at that Plutarch stood up and began power walking towards the door. but cinna got there first and leaned against it.

" we know about the rebellion" I said walking around the coach, to stand at cinna`s side, Plutarch stood up straighter head high. "I regret nothing" he said facing us right in the eye.

"good to know" I said showing off my mockingjay necklace same as cinna, Plutarch's eyes went wide looking at the bird which was a symbol of insult towards the capitol and a symbol of rebellion to all other districts.

I roamed in my purse and pulled out an exacta replica of the mockingjay medallion, and put it in his hand that was open at his side. "

your not alone" I said, turning around along with cinna but before we left, I looked back at our new ally. "the fire is catching" I said, "and the spark is lit" cinna added and at that we left.

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