Disclaimer: Do I sound like Suzanne Collins to you?

A/N: Hmmm, I think the last letter made Johanna too nice. Hopefully this one's not too OOC, but if there's anything you reckon is way off, please leave me a review. I like to improve where I can :D Even if not, I'd love to hear from you all anyway :D

Finnick,

Life is a shamble down here on Earth. You wouldn't think it, what with the butter yellow sun and the mockingjays singing so much, but it's positively crappy here. I'm back in District Twelve for the second time, visiting a hormonal Katniss and an insane Peeta. It's not pleasant. Haymitch opted out for this one, slinking away to the Capitol for the week, and good old Johanna Mason's left with all the problems. I'm beginning to miss the morphling real bad. Anything to stop Katniss' moping voice and Peeta's yells.

He relapsed, Peeta did. Went back to thinking Katniss is a mutt, only coming back occasionally to cry like a baby and apologise for hurting her. It's driving me crazy trying to stop him. I know, I know. I should be more sympathetic, especially since I was there when they hijacked him, but come on! To be honest I feel like slapping him senseless sometimes, since it's probably the only way to knock some sense back into him. Ah, you're thinking I'm acting like a bitch now, aren't you? I can see you shaking your head at me, Finnick, don't you think I can't. But I can't help it. And Peeta's only the beginning of my problems.

Katniss is a whole other story. I didn't like her at all when I met her, but I'd rather deal with that Katniss than this ghost of a girl. She walks about dazed, and then all she does is sob when Peeta attacked her. He thinks she's the one who's responsible for this last Hunger Games, the one with the Capitol children. And she is. She voted for it and all. But watching the broadcast of the Games flipped the switch for him. He calls her 'Snow' sometimes, in between punching her, and she lets him do it. She's hurt, I know, with her sister's death and all that's in between, but the fire's out of her completely. It really is the most I can do not to shake both of them. They're eighteen now. When we were that age, we both knew that life's not fair and hurting does nothing to help that. Hell, we knew that years earlier. They can't possibly be that innocent, can they?

And they're supposed to be the star-crossed lovers, the symbol of love and hope for the whole of Panem. What would that make us then, Romeo and Juliet? Peeta was tortured real bad, but I had the same done to me and I never forgot about love. Good thing they never knew about you, otherwise I don't think I would've been able to keep silent. Sure, the cause was great, but you meant so much more to me. Ah, there we go again. I promised that I wouldn't be cliché, but I guess that's easier said than done.

Crazy as it seems, I have to admit that I wanted them to torture me like they did Peeta in those cruel Capitol days. Just because then they would've deemed me valuable enough to you, that I meant enough to you for my torture to make you stop fighting for the cause. But it's Annie Cresta they took, poor mad Annie who was your whole world and beyond. I was there purely for the information, not as a ransom. But we held our own, even delicate Annie. We held our own. I wish I could hear you say you're as proud as me as you were of Annie for staying true. Don't deny it; I've heard you two whispering enough.

She's busy at District Four now, your Annie. The Victory tour is set to start in a week, starting from District Twelve as always. It's scary how nothing has changed, not yet anyway. But they deserved it, those Capitol people. They deserved every last death, and this Hunger Games is just a taste of what we've suffered for decades. You wouldn't have approved of this one final Games, and Annie said as much, but it's only fair. She's making quite a fuss about having to host the Victory tour in Four, since she did vote against this whole idea, but I'm standing my grounds. In a strange way, I'm excited to see them come to my district, to stand up there as the host from District Seven. Since I won't be looking at the broken and starving children of my district welcoming the killer of their own, but watching the Capitolists fall apart at the seams instead. That, if nothing else, will be worth it.

But before that, I have to somehow sort out Peeta and Katniss. I'm not looking forward to it, and I may possibly kill Haymitch when he gets back from the Capitol. To think he ditched me with them! But she snapped back at me yesterday for something-or-rather, and I'm beginning to think that the end of this torture won't be far off after all. I must admit I kind of miss having her as my arguing partner. She's just as angular and sharp tongued as me, and it's a nice break from the sappy kindness of everyone else. But I'd sooner claw out my eye than admit that to her.

She's off to try out her Victory tour dress now. It had taken me and Effie Trinket a good fifteen minutes to shove her into the fitting room, but now she's in the hands of her strange prep team and I'm free to breathe for a moment. She didn't want to put the dress at all, not that I blame her, but Effie insisted and neither of us had the strength to argue. Even after her ordeal Effie Trinket is a stickler for all things proper, and keeping up the appearances at Victory tours is one of them. Good thing my escort is dead. I plan to host the show in the everyday clothes of District Seven. I mean, what is the point of dragging Capitol people to the districts to see us dressing like them? They need a good dose of district reality, and I'm going to give it to them.

Oh dear, there's screaming next door. Seems like Peeta relapsed again. Well, until next time Finnick.

Your JoJo

PS: Kai learnt his first word a couple of weeks back. And guess what it was? "JoJo". He calls me JoJo just like you. Annie's convinced that his first word was "Mama", and the whole "JoJo" thing was just garbled baby talk, but I know better. He called me JoJo, Finnick. His first word was my name.