::Finn:: Holding on to What We Got

[Lyric Valentine Hutchinson*Awy]

So, the Hunger Games had always played a big part in Lyric's life. They were the reason that she didn't have a father. Her father had been three years younger then her mother. When they had met and fallen in love, her mother was past the days where she was to put her name in. So, she had been safe. Her father had been in his final year to place his name in and it had been drawn. He'd done quite well even. Made it to the final three only to be speared through the chest. He never learned that he had a daughter. A small girl that would never know him. As tragic as that sounds, it was how she grew up. Though her mother had been the daughter of a Peacekeeper, she was forced to live in the Seam to raise what they called her dirty spawn. Lyric had a rough childhood.

When the girl was thirteen, her cousin, Aaron, was chosen to play in the games. He wasn't someone she knew too well. He'd been excepted by her mother's side of the family, unlike Lyric. There had only been one way they would ever care for the girl and that was at the death of her mother. Though when District Twelve had a win at the hands of Aaron Logan, everything was better. They'd won for the first time in a long time. Though it also brought sadden to her life. She couldn't home after the games were over to find her mother had killed herself. She knew why the women had done it. She wanted Lyric to have a better lifel. Though she wanted to hate her mother for leaving her, she never could.

Today had been reaping day. She was a bundle of nerves. Despite leaving with her cousin and his family, they still had the need for tessera. She was the only one still eligible for entry. She had a total of ninteen scraps on paper with her name on it. It was nerve whrecking just to know she was so likely to be chosen for this game. She wasn't even surprised when her name was called. There was no one to take her place. Though everyone figured she would do fine. Hunger Games winners were in her family. They all figured her father's death an ill timed accident. The male tribute was a cocky little boy. She didn't really know him but the few times that had talked, she hadn't enjoyed the time spent around him.

Now she was on her way to the games. As much as Lyric woud liked to have been sleeping, her nerves refused to let her. She was trying to settle into her seat. She didn'twant to look outside as she knew she wouldn't see her usual District Twelve outside the window. She just hoped that she would be lucky enough to make it home.

TAGGED; Finn
STATUS; Complete!
WORDS; 501
MUSE; THINKING OF YOU
NOTES; not as good as i would have liked but you have the background for her

[Finn Andrew Hudson]

Finn had just been in a state of shock ever since he'd been chosen. He feared for his mother, for his two remaining siblings, what would become of them now he too was part of the games. His family had already lost three to the brutal event that took place every year. Finn dreaded to think what would happen if he died like the rest of them, whether his mother would commit suicide like his father had. But then he thought again, and realized that no, she wouldn't. Because she wasn't like that. She wouldn't just abandon her children because another of those she held close died brutally like the rest. Finn didn't want it to happen, though. He knew she would find it extremely hard. Who wouldn't? But it was inevitable, because Finn wasn't going to last long at all in there. He knew it. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, he couldn't figure things out too well, and his wit was pretty much non existent. Finn was strong, sure, but he doubted he'd be able to get his hands on a weapon in the midst of the bloodbath. And his height, god. He'd be spotted a mile away.

Finn's head was just clouded with depressing thought after depressing thought as he first stepped on the train, not really saying much to Jade, as it had already been said. They'd hugged, attempted to comforted each other, told each other that they'd be fine, they'd look after one another. It was all lies. They weren't going to last, and they both knew it. Having Jade picked was just cruel, because god, she was only fourteen. Barely even a teenager, still growing up, and Finn couldn't bear it. He didn't want to have to watch her die before his very eyes, but it was going to happen. The whole thing just sucked, didn't it? Yeah. Making his way along the train, Finn decided he was way too restless to sleep, and would most likely just have nightmares. He didn't need that right now. Instead, he tried to find somewhere to sit, anywhere, just so he could think some more about his inevitable death. What a brilliant plan. Sighing a little, Finn peered round a corner, spotting an empty seat not too far away. Glancing round, he decided that was the closest for a little while, and he didn't know how much longer his legs were going to hold out, because his body was so close to shaking and collapsing with nerves. Without checking to see if anyone else was nearby, Finn settled down in the chair, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip for a few moments. When he opened them again, he saw a girl he could've sworn wasn't there before. Swallowing back a little, he managed a slight wave with his hand, though it was extremely pathetic. " Oh, hi.. sorry.. should I move? I didn't think anyone else was here.. "

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