Here's what I do:
Well, that's what I wish I did. Unfortunately, that's not the case for me.
So what the Finnick do I do in my spare time? Well, for starters, I think about The Hunger Games quite a lot...
But one of the things I enjoy the most is to sing. Honestly, I don't think I ever stop. The only times I really ever stop singing is when I'm either threatened to be hit\hurt\etc, or when I'm doing something else where I can't possibly even sing(like running). I rarely stop singing. It comes as natural to me as breathing does.
I act. Yuppp, I'm an actor. Whether it's memorizing monologues for and audition, memorizing Katniss monologues just for the fun of it, or directing little scenes and then performing them with my siblings---I act a lot. I absolutely love it.
I also love to write, and I do it constantly. Right now(as you all know), I'm working on editing my book. Because I'm not done editing the first one yet, I really don't feel like starting the second one. I mean, I feel like starting it---but at the same time it just seems like a lot of work. Right now, I'm working on writing short little Hunger Games headcannons. It's really fun, and lets me write as much as I want. Here's an example of a few of my little stories: *MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T FINISHED EVERY BOOK*
This is the first one: The doorbell rang, so reluctantly, Katniss got off the couch to answer it.
Instead of finding anyone standing there, a big fancy box had been placed neatly on the porch. Standing there, Katniss awkwardly carried the heavy package in her arms and back into the house.
She looked for a name labeled on it to indicate who it was from. She found nothing. Instead, she found an envelope with her name written in crisp cursive. The letter read: "Dear Katniss, you left many belongings back in District 13. Plutarch wanted to put them on display and showcase them as "The Mockingjay's" possessions...I knew you'd wouldn't want that to happen. -Paylor"
Slowly and carefully, Katniss tore the tape on the box. Inside, she found her old Mockingjay suit, Cinna's note he had written to her, the old laser she used to use to play with Buttercup, and other random things.
Paylor was right, she didn't want these things on display---but she didn't want to keep them either. Each item reminded Katniss too much of the hardships she had been trying to forget. She knew it they would be impossible to completely erase from her memories altogether, but these possessions only help stain them in her mind.
Walking to the fire place, Katniss lifted the box above her head to throw into the embers. But before disposing of it, she doubled checked the box. When she looked in it, the box fell out of her hands, clattering on the wood floor.
Inside the container she scarcely made out a small letter tucked inside the pocket of an old sweater. The hand writing was impossible not to place immediately. She knew her little sister's writing better than anyone else did.
Hands shaking uncontrolably, Katniss picked up the envelope. Her name was written in clean, delicate letters with mockingjays surrounding it. Hardly daring to breathe, she unfolded the letter.
The date was listed at the top of the paper. With a shock, Katniss realized the date was only a few days before her sister's death. Taking a deep breath, Katniss began to read:
"Dear Katniss, I am so proud of you. You are everything and more than what a big sister should be. When I eventually grow up, I want to be like you in every single possible way.
I know this has been so hard on you. You've been through everything imaginable...but you haven't given up yet. That's one of the many things I admire most about you.
I will always treasure the times we spent together when we were little. The songs you used to sing to me, the stories you would whisper at night---everything will forever remain in my memories. You took care of me when we were at such a low point in life. You acted like my mother, taking care of and loving me with your whole heart. If it hadn't been for you, I would have died a long time ago. And it's because of you that I will continue to live throughout these next, rough years."
All of the sudden, something inside Katniss's body exploded, sending tears running down her face. She was sobbing, clenching her middle to try to ease the pain.
Peeta came running down the stairs. "Katniss, what's wrong? Are you hurt?"
Not able to respond, she just pointed to the parchment in her hand. Instantly, he understood. Peeta lifted her on his lap, and held onto her tightly. "You don't have to finish reading it. I know how hard it must be for you."
"No. I need to finish it. For her. To always remeber her." Right then and there, Katniss was positive she had to finish reading it. Just like she knew she had to finish Rue's song, she knew she had to finish Prim's letter. It was the only physical thing Katniss had to remember her young sister by. She kept reading:
"Katniss, you mean the world to me. I couldn't live without you. Everything you do inspires me and wants to make me keep going. That's why I decided to train to be a doctor. Everyone says I have a gift in healing that just cannot be wasted. And next year, they said I'm even going to evaluate to a full-time nurse. I'm so excited!
But Katniss, you have to promise me one thing. Just like you promised to try your best to win the Games, you have to promise me that you'll try your hardest to come home to. I don't even care what happens. All I care about is you coming back to me, that you're alive. If you died---I...I couldn't live. I need you by my side.
I have full confidence in you that you'll prove Snow wrong, that you'll triumph. I believe in you more than anyone.
Now...if something happens to me, you'll have this note to cherish. I promise I won't do anything risky, but if the time comes when it's my time to go, I want you to know that I love you so much. You are my best friend, and you mean the world to me.
This war will end soon. And as soon as it stops, you and I will be together again. We'll be able to see each other again, to live as close to old times as possible. It'll be you and me, Katniss. Us forever. Next time we meet, we'll both be in such a happier place. There'll be hope again. We'll be free.
~Prim."
Peeta held onto Katniss with his warmth and strength. That afternoon was bittersweet, mourning her, yet remembering all of the best memories Katniss could conjure: Prim's bright, blue eyes, her laughter, when her shirt would make her have a duck tale, the hugs she gave out, Prim's compassion, the way she could heal almost anything....
Katniss wished that she could've healed herself.
Second one! Now take note that this one is Katniss writing a letter to Prim two years after she died:
Dear Prim,
Today marked that day so long ago in our lives when we first had hope. Do you remember that day? The day when Peeta gave me bread, and we feasted on dandelion salads. I remember that day brought an immense amount of hope to the both of us.
Now, seeing that I have all of this money, I would throw a party. We would eat better than we ever have, and I'd finally buy you that one cake you always adored at the bakery. You know, the one with fudge frosting and delicate flowers and vines? That's the one I would get, the one you always wanted to look at and taste.
Today I actually brought myself to ask Peeta to make that cake. Off the top of his memory, he started baking it, then icing it with so much delicacy. We placed it on the end of the table together and waited for you to come. It wouldn't be right to eat it without you here...eventually, Peeta gave a small portion of it to your mangy, old cat because he was begging so incredibly loud for some. With the rest of the cake, we crumbled it in our palms and scattered it throughout the garden of primroses that we have dedicated to you. Now you can eat as much of it as you want.
In under two months, it will be your fifteenth birthday. What do you want me to get for you? I'll get you anything you ask for...I would do anything I possibly could just to see you open my present and smile. I have an idea of what I'll buy for you. I think you'll love it.
How are the angels treating you up there? Are they transforming you into the princess I already knew you were? Or have you sprouted wings and joined them while they fly about?
It brings me so much comfort that you can't be hurt anymore. You've lived such a painful life, and you're finally safe. You guessed it right, Prim. You are free now. You're completely free, little duck.
As for me, I'm half and half. The nightmares will never leave me, and neither will the pain I feel inside. But I have Peeta, and we comfort each other. I also know you're doing well, which is one of the best things I could ever know.
Primrose, I miss you. I know that you're in a happier place, but I can still feel the pain. There's still a gaping whole in my heart that no one can fill but you. Sometimes, I sing the song to myself that I used to sing you to sleep with. The lyrics let you visit me once again, and I get caught up in the moment. But I can't sing forever, and once I stop, the pain is overwhelming.
I hope while you're in heaven the angels throw a birthday party for you. I'll make sure Peeta gives them the recipe to that cake you always wanted to try. You deserve it more than anyone.
We all miss you here. Every once in awhile, Haymitch even says he would love to see your face again. Buttercup misses you as well. Sometimes I swear he says your name when looking at your pictures. Don't worry, you're stupid old cat and I are friends now. Once he realized you really were gone, he learned to deal with me. I'm no Prim to him, but I still feed him scraps and occasionally scratch behind his ears. Peeta sometimes even bakes him cakes made with cat food. Buttercup loves that a lot.
Since you can't answer me anymore, and I am also aware that you won't be reading this either, I'm just going to assume that those angels are taking care of you. That they're making your life in the sky better than anything on earth.
I used to only think of protecting you and keeping you from death's grasp. Keeping you alive was my main goal in life. But what I've come to learn is that your painless life now is so much better than your reality in District 12 and 13 ever was. You've won this battle against pain, Prim. You can't be hurt any longer. You've finally won!
To say the least, I miss you. I would pay any price to be able to hug you again. Someday we'll see each other. And when we do, I'll take your old cat with me. He loves you so much.
But not as much as I love you. I don't think that's possible for any other living creature to do.
~Your big sister, Katniss
so there you have it. That 'tis a glimpse of what Charis Elisabeth Latshaw in her spare time.
