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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 6:21:28 GMT
Fin shook his head, twiddling his thumbs in his lap. ”No, no I’m not in trouble. At least I hope not. It usually just means that some capital citizen rewatched the 28th games and feel like paying to spend time with me,” he made no attempt to hide his disgust and the shudder that came with it. ”Usually they just want to ask my about the games, get in my head,” he muttered, his eyes glued to his hands.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 6:26:52 GMT
"That's horrible. Do they not have anything better to do?" Amy questioned, annoyed with the idiots who thought that torturing these poor people was a sport. She had only been around Fin for a few days and could already tell that he was struggling, why couldn't they? "That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard of, the games themselves not in included. No offense." Reaching out towards him, Amy went to place her hand on his shoulder like she had grown used to but stopped herself at the last minute, letting it fall short and landing against her knee.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 6:47:21 GMT
He smirked a little in satisfaction with her annoyance. He caught movement out of the corner of his eye, looking over at her to see her hand land on her knee. "Haven't you heard? There's nothing better than hanging out with a celebrity," he scoffed, looking down at her hand on her knee. "Your tab is racking up," his voice was soft, lost and unfocused.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 6:59:21 GMT
"Oh really? And how do you intend for me to pay it?" She grinned, looking over at him as she did. Amy wasn't sure if it was the stress of the last few minutes , or even days, or the fact that she had at least a crush on Fin for the last eight years, but part of her wanted to do something right now that she had never done before. She knew that she shouldn't, that it would be rude and forward and a million other things that her parents had always told her not to be, but right now Amy felt like she physically had to go through with where her heart was leading her. If she left if up to Fin, she had a feeling that they would be going back and forth like this forever. "Hey fin.." She started, leaning in closer to him before guiding on of her hands towards the side of his face and turning it gently until he was facing her. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath before closing he distance between them and kissing him softly on the lips.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 7:14:25 GMT
Fin almost responded to her question, but he hesitated. He was lost in thought for a moment as to what he could say, then she was saying his name and touching the side of his face. As her eyes closed he started to panic, feeling his face grow not and his heart rate pick up. Suddenly her lips were on his and his entire body froze.
It was late at night, or morning, and Fin was huddled up into the snow. He had a coat, but his legs were going numb. He tried to keep his eyes open. He knew he had a concussion and he shouldn't sleep. But sleep seemed so inviting, he hadn't felt safe enough to do it in days... Suddenly her face was there in front of him, shaking her head, "Finley Rockefellar, don't you dare pass out on me," she said.
He was back in the present, his lips reacting and kissing her back, but only for a short moment before he put a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her away. "Your... Thanks," he managed to say.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 7:34:36 GMT
Her heart sank as Fin pushed her away, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Of course she had been wrong. He wanted nothing to do with her. Moving away from him, she turned her face and her body until she was resting against the scratchy surface of the hay around them. How was she supposed to say something when she felt like she was going to cry? Maybe Fin was right. She should just find someone else and settle down, forget that this had ever happened. A small tear escaped, but she didnt move to catch it. He couldn't see it anyways.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 15:44:05 GMT
As her cheeks turned red and she moved away from him, Finley was frozen for a moment. When he registered what was going on, he leaned his head against the wall behind him for a moment and closed his eyes. Come on, Fin. What's wrong with you? He opened his eyes and turned toward her, even though she wasn't facing him. "Am," he said, reaching over to place a hand on her waist. He scooted closer to her and gently tried to pull her toward him, "Am, I'm an idiot. Please," he said, his voice probably the softest it had ever been in his life, "I was just..." he didn't know how to explain it. Surprised? Distracted? Lost? Sure, he'd go with that. "I lost myself in those games Amy and I'm not sure how to get it back."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 15:56:10 GMT
At first Amy didn't react to his words, thinking that he was just being nice until his voice softened and his hand was on her again. She leaned in to his touch laying back against his shoulder but facing away from him. Her eyes were still closed while she tried to think of how she should respond. "Then stop trying to push me away. I'm not going anywhere, or I don't want to at least. Let me be here with you, even if I can't help." Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest by the time she finished, but she didn't move other than to reach for the hand she was nearest to.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 16:07:22 GMT
He let out a sigh of relief as she leaned into him. He buried his face into her hair for a moment before moving away so he could speak, "you're my best friend, and I don't even have friends," he said. "You've saved my life countless times, and I repay you by being a world class ass." He shook his head.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 16:28:13 GMT
"You've been through more than I can imagine, Fin, and you need help. Not people trying to take advantage of you or trying to understand why you did it." Amy turned in his arms until she was facing him. Everything was starting to make a little more sense, though she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. She really did want to help him, but she wasn't sure where to start or how. "I'm not going to say that you need to talk to me, but you need to find someone to confide In these flashbacks can't be good for you fin."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 18:47:03 GMT
He was grateful that she turned around, it was easier to remain composed if she was looking at him. He nodded as she said that he needed someone to talk to, "I do need to talk to you," he said, his eyes softening as he looked into hers, "you're right. Everyone else tries to understand why and-" he stopped. It would be nice, if one other person rather than his mother knew the truth about why he volunteered for the games. He furrowed his eyebrows together, which was starting to become a habit. "I want to tell you the truth," he whispered, almost as if he was scared to say it out loud.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 18:59:18 GMT
Amy sat up slightly, not quite leaving his embrace but enough that she was eye level with him. for the life of her, she couldn't think of what truth he was talking about, but she didn't ask either. If he was going to tell her anyways then it wasn't something to worry about. "Then tell me." She whispered, squeezing his hand reassuringly. Whatever he had to say couldn't be that bad, especially if it was games related. Amy had watched the whole thing so it wasn't like he could surprise her.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 19:11:50 GMT
He shook his head slightly as he contemplated telling her. They had known each other for eight years, sure, but they had only spent a few hours together at most. Still, he felt like he could trust her. He took a deep breath, "it's about my father," he said. Amy would probably know that his fake mother, Annamarie, was never married but had two children. No one asked her who Fins father was, everyone just let it be for the most part. She implied that it was a peacekeeper, and people felt sorry for her. "Annamarie wasn't..." his grandmother was gone now, passed on, he almost felt ashamed telling someone the truth. He groaned, looking up at the ceiling, "this is a really delicate topic," he looked back down at her, "you can't tell anyone."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 19:19:26 GMT
His father. As far as she knew, no one was certain who Angela and Fin's fathers were, especially since they were so far apart in age. Suspicion had been cast on some peace keeper who was in and out around the right time for both of them, but even the worst gossips didn't have an answer for the capitals cameras when they came calling. "I wont. It'll just be between me, you, and the cows." She promised with a small smile. How his father was relevant to all of this was beyond her, but if it would help him, then she would listen all day long.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2015 5:19:45 GMT
He took a deep breathe, and was momentarily distracted by catching sight of her lips. He wanted to kiss her, actually kiss her and not push her away or have a flashback like the first time only moments ago. But no, he needed to tell her this first.
"My father's name was David Mercer. He played in the 9th Hunger Games and died, gruesomely. My mother became pregnant a few weeks before the reaping," he looked down, shaking his head, "it's a miracle her name wasn't drawn. That's why I played the games Amy," he looked back up at her face, "to avenge my fathers death. I had to win. I had to. That's why I played the way I did, and volunteered. And my mother... she was seventeen when she had me," he paused, allowing her to figure it out.
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