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Finn drops his gaze, heat burning his face.
His mentor must have caught the exchange.
"Do you know each other?" he asks, brow furrowed in confusion.
Finn bit his lip, and gave a small nod.
"Yeah...from school." he replies honestly, sneaking a side-ways glance at Ivy.
He wished he could tell her everything would be alright.
He wished he could hug her and hold her in his arms.
But at school, he was a big jerk.
She was probably repulsed just standing next to him.
Finn sighs and then looks up. "What now?"

(Feel free to play the mentor too!)

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Finn crosses the room without his permission.
He exams her hand quietly, nad then gives a half hearted chuckle.
"You should be fine," he deadpanned, "Just don't get hurt before we're in the arena."
Noticing he was still holding her hand, Finn drops his arms to his side.
The man gives a stiff nod to Ivy. "You must be Ivy. I'm Septimus, your mentor."
He gestures beside him to the woman sitting down. Her face was completely erased in make-up.
"This here is Diana. She'll be your stylist." he explains.
Finn gives a small nod in recognition to Diana.
"Tonight we'll talk a bit. Get to know each other. Tomorrow is the tribute Parade."
Septimus seemed a bit over whelmed, fumblnig voer his next words.
He gave a small sigh, but then claps his hands together.
"but we'll talk about that later. right now, you can enjoy the food!"
Finn made no move to start gorging himself.
Septimus didn't seem so sure about what he was doing.
Weren't they suppose to talk strategy?

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Septimus gave an unrealistic grin and turns to continue talking with Diana.
More like blaten flirting, but oh well.
Finn didn't look at Ivy.
"Here. Let me help." he says softly.
A napkin wasn't much, but it was all he had.
Wrapping it against the wound on her hand, he smiles softly.
"Wouldn't want such a pretty hand to be scarred now, would we?" he muses.
Finn looks up at Ivy, studying her face like its the most important thing in the world.
When he realizes what he's doing, he looks down, cramming his hands in his pockets absently.

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Finn watches quietly as she descends down the hallway.
"She's a keeper."
Finn jumps, startled.
Septimus smirks knowingly.
Finn scoffs, "Whatever."
His mentor looks at him questioningly.
"Why don't you go get her?" he asks, ignoring his protest.
Finn looks wistfully down the hallway, face blank.
"Nah, ya know she probably needs time to-"
Septimus slaps him on the back in irritation.
"Oh just shut up and talk to her!" He inturrpts.
Finn rises to his feet, and cautiously slips down the hallway.
The train was moving at over 250 miles per hour, but he couldn't feel a thing.
He stops just before her doorway, and wraps his knuckles on the doorframe.
"Hey," he says slowly, tilting his head as he looks at her.

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Finn crosses the room to the dresser.
He cautiously figners the token.
"Your lucky." he mumbles.
His green eyes flicker to her face.
"What are we going to do?!" he blurts.
Recognition about what he says triggers on his face.
Heat creeps into his cheeks and Finn looks away.
He has already said what was on his mind, and he can't take it back now.

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Finn is obviously relieved she didn't dwell on it.
He brushes back lose blond hair from her face gently.
"There's a lot of reasons." he mutters softly.
"Someone cares an awful bunch about you to give you a token."
He hesitates, eyes watching her.
"And you'll have no problem getting any sponsors."
He smiles and nudges her teasingly.
"One look at you and they'll be in love."
Just like me.

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Finn nods, feeling stupid.
"Oh," he says lamely.
He shrugs, "Its still cool though. i have none."
He gives her a faltering glance, and then sits down on the edge of her bed.
"This is gonig to be the longest week of my life."
He looks at her, brows knitted together.
I wonder what she's thinking...I wonder if she's accepted killing me.
Finn bites his lip at the thought.
He certainly wasn't ready to kill anyone.

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Finn stares at the token for a second.
He almost opposes.
He folds his fingers around it.
"Thanks." he says softly.
He looks at Ivy, smiling gently.

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"If your sure."
Finn wiggles his eyebrows teasingly.
He flashes a smile and then walks out of the room.
There was a door across from her 's and he guesses it was his.
Opening it up, he wasn't surprised to see it looked exactly like Ivy's.
Stepping inside Finn sighs softly.
A shower sounded nice.
Peeling off his clothes, he walked into the shower.
He couldn't figure out how to use it.
Several beads of water came down on him, smelling weirdly.
Finn finally managed to put something in his hair and wash his body.
When he walked out,someone knocked on the door and said dinner was ready.
Finn pulls on the clothes someone laid out for him wearily.
He heads out the door, silently hoping Ivy would appear.

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Finn smiles and matches strides with her.
"Hey, " he looks her up and down and feels his heart race.
"Dinner should be interesting." He chuckles.
And it was.
Septimus and Diana were already high.
They didn't even notice them walk in.
Mounds of delicious looking food stacked silver plates.
Finn sits down, and gawks at it all.
He wasn't really hungry, but he couldn't let all this go to waste.
Finn scarves down an entire plate, and goes for more.
He stops himself short though, when he realizes how rich it is.
Finn leans back in his chair, taking small sips of water and trying to calm his stomach.
He glances at Ivy, admiring he side profile of her face.

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Finn pauses when he sees the shock on Ivy's face.
He touches her arm gently and drops his voice.
"What is it?" he asks, eyes focuse don her face intently.

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Horror jolts Finn's chest.
His gree eyes widen.
"Ivy..." he's not sure how to continue.
Does he apologize? Does he sympthasize?

(We've posted a lot....should we wait?o.o)

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(I'm pretty sure we are just suppose to roleplay up to the part were everyone is on the train going to the Capitol.)

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Finn looks at the Avox.
He looks upset, his face contorted.
Finn gives him a subtle nod.
Rising to his feet Finn follows Ivy.
Septimus and Diana don't even notice.
"Ivy, " he says, walking into her room.
"Ivy are you okay?"

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Finn sat of her bed.
He drew Ivy into his chest, comforting her.
He couldn't tell her it would be okay.
He couldn't tell her it was alright.
Finn strokes her hair quietly, trying to think of something to say.
He presses his mouth to her ear.
"I promise." He says softly.
"I promise when we get out of here...
I'll find a way to make things better." He promises.
Finn meant it too.

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Finn wanted more than anything for her to stop crying.
He drew her closer to him, burying his face in her hair.
He wished it would all go away.
Finn leans back and wipes away the streak of tears off her face with his thumb.
"Shh, don't cry. You'll be okay." He whispers.

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Finn sighs.
Nothing will heal this over.
There was nothing he could do to make her smile.
That frustrated him.
That he could do nothing.
He rubs her back absently as he thinks.
He had to do something.
District Four wasn't the only District feeling like this.

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Finn sighs again, shoulders slumpt.
Nothing good came to mind.
Except the Uprising.
He didn't want that again.
But something had to be done.
Finn presses his forehead to her temple.
"Don't worry." He says softly.
"It will turn out okay."
Maybe he was talking to himself.
Finn wasn't sure.

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Finn looks up.
He raises an eyebrow.
Capitol fashion was really bad.
Finn gives Ivy a quick squeeze and then coils away from her.
"Can I help you?" Finn asks, glancing at Ivy.
He wasn't sure who this guy was at all.

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Finn looks at Ivy.
He turns back to the man.
"This isn't a good time." Finn says.
He lays his hand flat on the man 's chest and pushes him back out the doorway.
"Nice seeing ya! Bye!" Finn calls out the door before he shuts it.

(Wasn't sure were you were going with that...)