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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 7:46:33 GMT
 Freya had asked herself many times since she interviewed with Caesar to celebrate her win, how she had managed to survive the Hunger Games. One of the biggest things that was being said about her right now was how she managed to escape the arena without earning a single kill. So many people called her a coward or a cheater and expressed their deep rooted desire that she had died in place of her far better looking and braver twin brother. In a way, she wished they had what they wanted. Although she knew that her twin had lost his life to protect her, it would never be the same without him and Freya will never be able to forgive herself.
After a heart-felt greeting at the train station, filmed for the sake of the Capitol citizens who obviously have no time on their hands, Freya returned to her old room. A small, simple place with no decorations and stark white walls that reminded her of the training rooms in the Capitol. She sat on her bed, which creaked under her weight loudly and curled up in a ball, finally feeling that she could cry without it being broadcasted across Panem.
And then there was a rustling at the door and a number of...Avox? Is that what they were called? Well, the busted through the door and quickly packed everything in her room without even glancing her way. Before she knew it, her father was tugging her along the road of the Victor's Village, where they would now live. Letting her family go inside without her, she stood in the front yard and stared at the new house, identical to the one next to it and across the street. It seemed strange to her that she would be living here now, especially since she didn't actually feel like she had earned it, "Why is this happening to me?" She said in a thick, afflicted voice, before collapsing to her knees in a puddle on the sidewalk leading up to her new home. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 1:38:00 GMT
 Honestly, Fin was kind of dreading the return of the 30th Hunger Games victor, Freya Michaelson. He hadn't watched the games until further in when he heard that she and her twin brother were still alive. He saw her brothers death, he saw her reaction, he couldn't bear to watch the rest. But, she had won and she was coming home today. He couldn't stand by and let the girl suffer on her own, he remembered what it was like the day he got home. He wanted no one, and yet he wanted someone to comfort him. To say 'I know how you feel', even though they really didn't. He watched out the living room window, since he barely went into town. When her father and some Avox came walking into the village, bursting into the home, he kept his eyes on the dark haired girl. She stopped outside the house, falling to her knees. That was when he pushed away from the window and opened the door. Stepping outside, he slowly crossed the street to her house, to her side. He moved slowly as to not startle her, kneeling on one knee right beside her. He didn't say anything yet, but held out a hand to her. He knew it would be wrong to touch the frightened victor without her permission, and he also didn't want to speak first in case she didn't even want someone to talk to. Still, he couldn't let her do this alone. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 0:59:34 GMT
Freya bit her lip and slowly turned her teary eyes to the intruder. It wasn't that she wanted to be alone, but he wasn't the person she wished she could see. The image of Elias with the stick in him neck flashed in front of her field of vision and made her shudder. Through her tear stained blurs she saw him offer a hand.
Thinking back to his games, she remembered him being particularly terrifying. He definitely earned himself more kills than she did, and that scared her. But what scared her even more was that he would want to talk about the things that happen in the arena. Despite this fear, she reached up and took his hand, letting him help her off the ground. Freya used the fingers of her free hand to rub the tears off her face and tried to smile for him, "Hello." Her voice cracked under the pressure of trying to hide her sadness for even a moment and she wondered how she had so successfully hidden the anguish for the Capitol cameras when the moment demanded it. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 1:50:14 GMT
As she took his hand, he helped her to stand. He let go as soon as she was stable, and waited for her to speak first as she wiped the tears from her eyes. She was going to need a good cry later, of course. He knew what she was probably thinking, that she had to live next door to Finley Rockefellar, the vicious victor of the 28th Hunger Games. A monster. He wanted to prove that wrong, maybe even comfort the girl. He had been through the same things she had, well, some of them. The only problem was, he had trouble coming across as soft and comforting. "Hey," he replied, trying for a smile but his lips only twitched a little. "Guess we're neighbors. It's Freya, right?" he knew her name, of course, but being famous for something like winning the hunger games wasn't an exciting thing. In fact, it was rather annoying to know that someone looked at you and knew your name but had no idea who you were. No, he needed to start from scratch here if he was ever going to help her. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 4:58:54 GMT
Finally able to stabilize her feeling, a smile flashed across her face. It was mostly fake, but a small part of her was happy that he hadn't mentioned the games, "Yes." She said glancing toward the new house when he mentioned that they were now neighbors, "I can't believe I am going t live here. It's...surreal?" The word didn't seem right. For some reason, the word surreal suggest something amazing and fun to her, and she would happily run back to the little house on the edge of town if she could have Elias back.
Turning her dark eyes to truly look at the older man for the first time, Freya gave him a sad smile, "Yes, my name is Freya. You're Finley, is that right?" She pulled her hand from his grasp, unable to stand the feeling of human touch right now. |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 5:27:27 GMT
He was surprised that she showed him a smile, whether or not it was fake. He understood how hard it was to even fake a smile at this point, hence why he never did for a long time. He didn't even smile during the interviews, the tours, the parades... no, Fin was stern and that was his mantra. Strong and silent, that's what people still called him. He smiled too, a little, at her mentioning the strangeness of her living here, in the Victors Village. "Yeah it's... I'm still not used to it," the name of the village alone was enough to make Finley not want to be in it. He was reminded every day of what he had gone through. Granted, it was his choice and this was obviously not Freyas choice. He nodded as she recalled his name. "Finley, yeah. Do you need coffee or something?" he said, gesturing back to his house behind him, "my sisters there. She'd love to get something for you," he added, trying to add a layer of security that she wouldn't have to be alone with him. If she refused that would be understandable too. |
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