Thanks to Audrey-Marie and hungergamespettalover (and that's not a typo- that's their actual username) for favoriting and following! And it's official, I'm in love with Jace Wayland's (from The Mortal Instruments) sense to love him. I would say I'm in love with him, but I ship Clace too hard of love him. And if you review and put something about TMI, DON'T DO IT, because I'm only part way though City of Bones. And I changed my instagram nam. To district4_shadowhunter, in case you want to see the dresses.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger Games. I do not own a Mockingjay novel. Now I can't make myself cry when go to I lie to my mother about how hard my brother punched me.
"Now, when she talks to me, whereever she takes me, just stay here and try not to touch anything," I tell them. They both roll their eyes. I slip on sunglasses, because the last thing I need to happen is someone screaming about who I am. And now I realize that I should have left the two imbeciles behind me on the train with Leona. Trust them to mess this up by asking some client of the embroidering lady if they can have a quarter for the candy machine.
The lady behind the counter looks up at the three of us, then looks directly at Finnick and smiles widely, revealing hot-pink teeth that match her hair. I automatically do a gaga reflex, because pink teeth are just wrong, but I manage to disguise it as a cough. I lay my hands on the counter. Wow, she's tiny, because all three of us tower over her. "Hello, my name is Bernadette. How may I help you?" "It's her," Finnick whispers from behind me. Her head snaps in his direction, and she smiles even wider.
"Um, my employee here-" I glare at Finnick- "let slip some... information about me, and I've come to fix that." "Ah, yes. Mrs. Marino- "It's Shores." I hate when people call me Ms. Marino. "Whatever. Come in the back." Well, isn't she rude? Stay here, I mouth to them. Finnick immediately slumps into a chair next to the counter. Marlin goes and studies the fishtank, looking at it with a disgusted sneer on his face.
"Sit. Would you like a drink?" "Do you have hot tea?" She presses a button on a tiny little coffeemaker and then hands me a cup. I wrap my hands around it and take small sips. It warms me to the bone. Maybe that's because it's so damn cold outside.
"So, about that information," I begin. She takes a seat across the table from me. "Yes, River and Riviera." I decide to lie, to play it up on her conscience until she can't refuse. "Well, I need you to be quiet about it. You, see my husband doesn't know bout them, and it would break my heart if I wasn't the one to tell him. It would put such a damper on our relationship if you spoiled it." She leans forward and narrows her eyes. "But why shouldn't I/ I'd be name would probably make the front page of the paper."
"If you tell anybody... well, you watched my games, right? So you know how well i can throw knives and axes. I am on President Snow's good side, and that fact alone can make or break you. For instance, instead of having your name in the papers for snitching that I'm going to have a baby, you could have you name AND your picture in the obituary." She gulps.
"What's in it for me? "I think hard. "You... you can be godmother." "Good. I'll look forward to my name in the paper." "If you break your word and tell someone, I hope that you remeber that I always have knives hidden up my sleeves." A lie, of course, but she doesn't need to know the truth. Her skin goes from the delicate orange to a sickly apricot color. I slip on my sunglasses and smile at her as I walk out.
I flick Finnick in the head to get him up and grab Marlin by the collar of his shirt, dragging them both to the door. I don't want to be in this awful place anymore. I shove Finnick into the backseat and start the engine up. Soon we're in the mainstream of Capitol traffic, moving an inch every ten minutes.
"What did you threaten her with?" Marlin asks curiously. Trust him to talk about how I threaten people. "She wanted her name in the paper. I told her that I could get her name and her picutre in the obituary section." Marlin smirks. "But then I had to make her the godmother. We don't have to tell anybody, and nobody will believe her if she claims to be the godmother." Marlin grins. Finnick opens the glass. "You know, I think we should all wear sunglasses all the time. I look pretty cool with these on."
I laugh. "Yeah we should get Annie- Finnick makes a noise like air leaking out of a tire. "Don't even ay it, princess." "I was just saying that we should get her some. I was her best friend before her games, I know what she likes. What is wrong with you, FiFi?" "What's wrong with me? Do you even know what it's like to live someone who's crazy?" Finnick growls. I snort. "Of course I know what it's like to live wityh someone who's crazy. I live with Marlin, and your neighbor," I say sarcastically. "HEY!''
R&R, please!