Sea Glass // Finnick Odair

Prolouge

Prologue

Year of the 68th Hunger Games

        Young, 17 year old Finnick Odair walked confidently towards the requested apartment room. He held a letter that requested for his time. He fixed his button up shirt, which had most of its buttons undone. The young Victor scanned the room numbers before stopping at the one he was supposed to go to.

        409.

        He took a couple much needed breaths and mentally prepared for what he was going to do. Putting on his normal seductive smirk and confident demeanor, he knocked on the door. A female voice yelled out to come in and Finnick looked behind him before entering and closing the door behind him. The inside of the room was pitch black and Finnick fumbled for the light but someone else beat him to it. A young teenage girl stood opposite of him, hand on the wall and fully clothed. Her  dark brown hair tumbled down in a choppy waterfall. Bright silver eyes looked back at Finnick making his breathing stumble. The girl did not look capitol-influence at all. Her eyes, skin, and figure was all natural, all pure.

        Pushing the thought aside, Finnick put on his signature smirk and advanced on the girl. Her striking eyes followed his every move with a hint of weariness and caution. Her eye brows went up as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt revealing his tone, muscular chest. The girl lifted her hand up just as Finnick was going to grab her waist and do what he was forced to do.

        "Wipe that smirk off your face and button up your shirt. I didn't request you to be one of my lovers, I requested you so I could inform and ask you of something." Her voice was hard but angelic at the same time. Finnick found himself wanting to hear more of her beautiful voice, specifically saying his name. The unnamed girl raised her perfect eyebrow when she saw Finnick not following her demand. Slightly confused, Finnick buttoned up his shirt and took a seat on the love seat when the girl pushed him to it.

        "I see you like it rough." Finnick let an easy smirk fall on his face. It seemed to irritate the girl but she showed no signs except for rolling her eyes. "Finnick Odair. Winner of the 65th Annual Hunger Games. Won at the young age of 14. Prostituted by President Snow at age 15." Her voice held a certain mocking tone that went undetected. Finnick was speechless as the girl circled him, watching him like a hawk. Not many knew that President Snow had forced him to sleep with anyone who requested him, they thought he was merely sleeping around.

        "What are you doing?" Finnick asked her. She stopped pacing and looked at him with a small smile on her fave before her face hardened. "How much do you hate President Snow?" Her question took him by surprise. He looked around trying to see if anyone saw or heard what was going on, but the only one in the room was the girl who was waiting for an answer. "Do not worry. There's no one else here, there's no cameras or anything. The President will never know what happens in this room." She reassured Finnick before taking a seat accross from him, crossing her left leg. "A lot. I hate him with everything I have." He admitted to the stranger. She smiled wickedly before replying, "Excellent. What I say in here does not leave the room understood? Or I will find you and make you pay." Finnick gulped before nodding at her, signalling her to keep talking.

        "The Rebellion lives on. Secretly, of course, but it is still there. The destruction of District Thirteen did not end the rebellion. We are willing to fight back, we just need something to inspire the Districts to fight back." Finnick's heart stopped. A rebellion? He thought all signs of rebellion were destroyed along with District Thirteen. Whatever was going on, Finnick wanted to hear more of. He wanted to know, no, he needed to know more.

        "How do you know? You live in the capital! Why would you even want to rebel against the President?" He had finally realized who he was talking to. A capital citizen, who lived in luxury. "I have my reasons, Finnick. But the rebellion lives and I want to offer you a request." He leaned in, in anticipation. This mysterious girl had made this night completely change. Finnick felt something for the first time in a while, longing and anticipation. Since becoming a prostitute, Finnick had never looked forward to anything, not even going back home. He had not longed for something in a while, everything he wanted was gone.

        "What would you say about joining the rebellion?" Finnick knew the answer right away. "I would say yes." The rebellion could spark hope, enough hope that could take down the President and his cruel ways. It would bring an end to the Hunger Games. Bring an end to poverty, starvation, and forceful rule. "Good. I'll you what I can, just in case the President catches a whiff and decides to talk to you about it." Finnick nodded but felt the need to ask for her name. "Who are you?" It came out a little weird but she laughed it off. "Silly of me, my names Camille Lythe." He repeated the name in his mind and offered her a smile.

Camille

        "Now that we got that out of the way, let's inform you of what's going on." The anticipation had Finnick sitting at the edge of the love seat with his hands clenched together on his knee. "Ever since the President began the Hunger Games, the districts have been angry, but afraid to do something. Some of the brave ones started to come together, find people who would have a reason to participate. They were slowly, but surely building up in numbers. We have kept quite over the past couple years, trying not to end up like District Thirteen. But we've decided it's almost time. A couple years possibly for the rebellion to finally start. All we need is a spark, something to give the districts hope.

        "I knew that you would join. I knew what the President has done to you and everyone you love. That is why you would be someone more favorable to join the rebellion." She reached over and grabbed Finnick's hand. Her eyes held determination and hope. "There's hope for change, Finnick. We can change everything." Finnick found himself nodding along with her and squeezing her hand. He was finally doing something without the President forcing him to. He was using his own free will and doing something for the greater good. Most importantly, he was doing it with someone he actually wanted to be around.

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Kristen Stewart as Camille Lythe
Sam Claflin as Finnick Odair