Fill: Hope and All That (past Finnick/Johanna)millariAugust 1 2013, 18:43:59 UTC
Warnings: mentions of forced prostitution
“We're spies, you know,” Finnick says out of nowhere, like the realization's just hit him. It breaks the silence that has settled in between him and Johanna in the small, dark room. “In the space of just one meeting, that's what we've become - the enemies I've read about in my history textbook in school. I'm a traitor to my country now.”
He goes silent, like's he contemplating this new identity. “Do you really think they ate children in District 13 during the Dark Days?” he asks aloud. “I mean, is that who we're getting involved with here?”
Johanna snorts. “You saw Heavensbee the same as I did. Do you honestly think he could catch one?”
Finnick rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Point, Jo.”
They are waiting in an utterly drab room for the man himself - a fucking Gamesmaker - to make an appearance and collect their bits of information: how many of their clients, their stylists, their fans who come up to them for autographs, are sympathizing with Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark? Who among
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Re: Fill: Hope and All That (past Finnick/Johanna)millariAugust 1 2013, 18:45:10 UTC
Part 2
“Fucking Odair,” is all she says in return. She accompanies it with a vicious grin, like she's just dealt him one of her typically tasteless, blunt jabs to his ego. But his answer hurts. Because she sure as fuck already can't remember why she agreed to do this, but she knows it wasn't about hope. Hope isn't something Johanna Mason gets to have. Hope is for those fucking Twelve children in the arena, too young to know better, for that pretentious prick Plutarch Heavensbee, who if all this fails, will probably just go back to his cover as an assistant Gamesmaker and live out a quiet, comfortable life, until the next chance arises, while she'll go back to sucking off Claudius Templesmith and his buddies until she's too old and used-up to be sold - that is, if she isn't killed, or carted off to some top-secret personal torture chamber of President Snow, or even just turned into an Avox, which come to think of it, would hardly be any fucking different than her life now; she might even welcome the lack of whoring
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Thank you! I've never written either of these characters before, and I don't know if I have them much in character even, but the prompt got me thinking of what a raw deal Johanna got in the rebellion, and then this scene just popped in my head, bitterness and substantial use of swearing included. Glad you enjoyed it. :)
Thank you! Glad the bitterness wasn't too much, because looking back on it, it was quite a whole lot of bitterness.
Thank you too for mentioning that line in particularly. It gave me shivers too when I first looked at it on the screen. I love when that happens, and it's even cooler to have moments like that acknowledged. :)
Someone else mentioned this bit but it's so good I think it's worth repeating: Hope is for people who can imagine a future. Johanna can only imagine a series of consecutive presents.
That's Johanna: her hopelessness, her bitterness, her anger.
This is lovely. I have a secret love of all things Jo/Finn, because I can't believe she didn't harbor feelings for him and that he, on some level, didn't feel connected to her. Love this!
“We're spies, you know,” Finnick says out of nowhere, like the realization's just hit him. It breaks the silence that has settled in between him and Johanna in the small, dark room. “In the space of just one meeting, that's what we've become - the enemies I've read about in my history textbook in school. I'm a traitor to my country now.”
He goes silent, like's he contemplating this new identity. “Do you really think they ate children in District 13 during the Dark Days?” he asks aloud. “I mean, is that who we're getting involved with here?”
Johanna snorts. “You saw Heavensbee the same as I did. Do you honestly think he could catch one?”
Finnick rolls his eyes and chuckles. “Point, Jo.”
They are waiting in an utterly drab room for the man himself - a fucking Gamesmaker - to make an appearance and collect their bits of information: how many of their clients, their stylists, their fans who come up to them for autographs, are sympathizing with Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark? Who among ( ... )
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“Fucking Odair,” is all she says in return. She accompanies it with a vicious grin, like she's just dealt him one of her typically tasteless, blunt jabs to his ego. But his answer hurts. Because she sure as fuck already can't remember why she agreed to do this, but she knows it wasn't about hope. Hope isn't something Johanna Mason gets to have. Hope is for those fucking Twelve children in the arena, too young to know better, for that pretentious prick Plutarch Heavensbee, who if all this fails, will probably just go back to his cover as an assistant Gamesmaker and live out a quiet, comfortable life, until the next chance arises, while she'll go back to sucking off Claudius Templesmith and his buddies until she's too old and used-up to be sold - that is, if she isn't killed, or carted off to some top-secret personal torture chamber of President Snow, or even just turned into an Avox, which come to think of it, would hardly be any fucking different than her life now; she might even welcome the lack of whoring ( ... )
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I loved that though and I kind of want fic for ALL the victors when they joined because ahhhhhhhhhhh
yeeeeah Johanna is seriously bitter and this piece reeks with it, wah. I loved all of this.
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... Hope is for people who can imagine a future.
Johanna can only imagine a series of consecutive presents.
That just says so much about Johanna, right there, in two little lines. *shivers*
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Thank you too for mentioning that line in particularly. It gave me shivers too when I first looked at it on the screen. I love when that happens, and it's even cooler to have moments like that acknowledged. :)
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By which I mean, very good.
(It's a get emotional over District 7 kind of day!)
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That's Johanna: her hopelessness, her bitterness, her anger.
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Thanks for reading.
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