I'm very sorry that this hasn't really been coming out! I'm finally done my play so I can get right back into it!
Who do you think should play Finnick? Personally, I really like Garret Hedlund out of the three that are supposedly Lionsgate top three men (If you're not sure what I mean just go to a frequently updated Hunger Games website, they should have something about it). But this is purely on looks, the only thing I've ever seen him act is in Eragon, and I don't remember the Tron: Legacy movie.
I'm getting so damn impatient! I want to know! I know it takes time, but UH why do we have to wait!
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Annie Cresta
Turns out, I also sucked at throwing spears too, and axes weren't my calling either. Just when I was going to give up and not join the pack Max made me go to the hand-to-hand station. A large bulky, ox like man gave me instructions, like how to properly punch someone and the correct way to make a fist. Then he led me over to one of the many punching bags. He nodded to me and I started to punch and kick my bag, it barely seemed to move and my knuckles scraped against the bag leaving me with scratches.
"Also use your knees and elbow, most people wouldn't suspect a person shoving their bony elbow into their face." He instructed me.
Great. Not only do my knuckles hurt, but now my elbows and knees do to. In a matter of minutes sweat started to collect on my forehead and back of my neck.
After about half an hour I was completely soaked in sweat. The instructor came back showing me some moves to do if someone came up behind me and had the upper hand.
"Come at me." He nodded and cracked his neck.
Why would I do that? He'd squash me like a bug! Then the Careers never would let me in! I'd look like a fool.
I started to back up "No thanks… thank you for showing me some-,"
The instructor shook his head and lowered his voice "You're trying to get into the Careers right?"
I nodded.
"Then come at me. I'll help you look stronger."
I frowned "Why would you do this for me?"
He smiled "So far, you are my favourite tribute. Even though we're not supposed to say anything. Plus if you win…" He trailed off and gave me an apologetic look. "Never mind. But let's just say you'd be very desirable." He grinned showing his perfect Capitol teeth "Let's get started."
What should I do? He obviously knew more moves them me, should I just go up and punch him? No, it would be obvious he was acting weaker. So I moved fast and swung my leg out, hitting his stomach. It was like trying to kick a boat. When my leg started to lower he grabbed it, yanking me towards him. I stumbled a little and remembering what he said, I shoved my elbow right in his face. It smashed his nose and he let go of my leg. I started to apologize, then remember that he could probably kill me if he wanted too.
I backed up, getting ready to charge at him. But he was already moving as fast as he could. I realized his weakness; he was enormous and strong, but moved as slow as a snail. As soon as he came towards me I darted away, and he fell. But his long muscular arms wrapped around one of his legs. I tripped and landed on the floor besides him. My instructor started to get up, but I was faster. With a leg on each side of his hips, he had a lost.
Or I thought he lost, he started to try and get me off, we fumbled around and I knew what he wanted me to do, so put my hands on his neck
"I win." I said softly and got off.
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About an hour later I was at the fire starting station. The girl from District 7 seemed to be following me. It started when I was at the edible plant, then she came to the first aid where I was, Alanna didn't seem to be in the mood for conversation, neither was I, but it was nice for some company.
"The big boy is coming over." She whispered, got up and ran towards the climbing wall that was supposed to signify a mountain.
Maxem walked over where I was, clicking rocks together making sparks. He knelt down and put some grass on my pile of sticks, dry leaves and dead grass.
"You're in." Max said and got up.
I wasn't paying attention to him, so I hit the rocks very hard and the sparks landed in the grass, after blowing on it softly it started.
"Did you hear me? You're in the pack. Let's go."
The fire started, and I felt a swell of pride, but then I stepped on it, putting it out. We walked over towards the group.
They were over by the weapons, laughing and they looked like they were having the time of the lives, the thought of the games sickened me.
"Hey Annie!" Kanda smiled.
Good to know two people would not try to kill me right away.
I noticed another boy, he had muscles like my instructor. He was studying an axe that he held on too.
"We added a new member." Wyatt explained. "His name is Garran, he's from District 7."
"I'm pretty sure I can introduce myself." He flashed a smile.
The boy was good-looking, he would get a lot of sponsors for sure. He had chestnut hair, very tan skin, and wide green eyes. Capitol woman would swoon for him.
Plus Garran probably has been holding an axe since he learned how to walk. That's like kids from District 4. If you have legs and you can walk, you know how to swim. My mom tossed me into the blue shallow water from the beach and now I can swim like a fish.
But I had a feeling Garran was creepy just like Simon, they had the type of personality that made me think they kicked kids for fun. I half expected one of them to say we should all start walking around, and imitate all of the other tributes. Do nothing else. Just walk around and scare all of the tiny tributes.
Thankfully they didn't, and we started to train with weapons.
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When training was over everything hurt, my legs, my shoulders, arms, feet, and even my neck. I took a long warm shower, while pressing multiple buttons, which made my skin and hair smell like lavender. After all that, I walked out and had supper, my stomach growled loudly when I saw the food. I had a large glass filled with a bright orange drink with a red berry sitting on the top. I immediately scooped up the glass and felt the cold drink slid down my throat.
When I sat down in my chair I started to hiccup, no one really seemed to notice. My stylist was in a deep conversation with Max's stylist, and our escort. They seemed talking about fishnets. It amazed me how mindless Capitol people talked, and how long they talked. I bet they could talk about fishnets until they lost their voices. Or found something more interesting to chat about, like silk or velvet.
Maxem was talking to Mags. Finnick was the only one who wasn't chatting, besides me. When I hiccupped again Finnick gave me an amused look.
"Been drinking too much darling?" He asked.
I grimaced "Don't call me darling, it reminds me of something my grandpa would call me."
Finnick made a tsk-tsk noise, "We wouldn't want that would we? What else could I call you? Sweetheart? Hot stuff? Baby?" He snapped his fingers. "I got it… Mermaid! My little mermaid."
I smiled slightly. "Well what could I call you? We could have like code names."
"Well I do like the name Mr. Hotstuff…"
I shook my head. "No way."