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Finnick kept expecting for the bottom to drop out. It was hard to believe that this wasn't a charade. He'd seen plenty of devious plans hatched and carried out in the Capitol, and there were certainly many that had this sort of longevity and creativity. But this lacked a certain level of cruelty that he had always been able to taste before. If it had been an arena, the need for blood would have won out long ago. No, this was something else. Maybe it was safety. Finnick wasn't ready to believe that yet.

Still, he had decided to lower his guard a little. It helped marginally that both Johanna and Katniss were here; if something was going to happen to him, it was going to happen to all three of them, and if there were any other Victors he wanted at his side, it was the two of them.

As it was, there was little else he could do. If the Capitol was playing a trick, they were holding out the cards. So, Finnick decided to enjoy the hotel. It was nice enough. Certainly on par with some of the nicer ones in the Capitol, although perhaps lacking the gaudier decorations.

He liked being out in the gardens, because he rarely saw anything resembled nature in the Capitol. But, without a doubt, his favorite area was the pool. There still was something unnatural about swimming indoors, but it was calming all the same to do lap after lap and just hear the quiet of the building surrounding him.

That's where he was at the moment, stripped to just his skin except for Annie's necklace, which was still tied securely about his neck. He treaded water for a moment before launching himself forward, heading back toward the shallow end of the pool again.

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Johanna bats her lashes in a coy, too sweet way that's meant to be insulting, gesturing to her very nude self as she stands with her feet shoulder-width apart. "Does it look like I have something sharp on me?" she asks, even though there's an absolute chance that she does. She reaches for a towel and wraps it around herself snugly, glancing at the small tracker after she tosses it down into a pile of sodden-wet clothes. "It's a shame Volts isn't here," she says, with a genuine note of wishing. "I bet he could come up with a dozen of the things to screw with the Capitol's minds. I'd kill for the chance to play with their minds."

And she has, so it's not that much of an exaggeration.

"Looks mean nothing with you, sweetheart," Finnick answers instantly. The implication of his tone is that he's only pretending to joke, but is being utterly serious -- because he is. He knows Johanna to know that if she wants a weapon, she knows how to hide.

"What about your stash?" Finnick asks, because he's going to have this thing out of his arm soon. He can do it on his own, but it'll be easier with her help. She got hers own without killing herself after all.

"I'd kill just for us all to be safe," Finnick responds, answer oddly serious for him. He's never questioned why exactly she decided to join in on the rebellion. The Capitol's hurt them all beyond repair, obviously, but if she went into the Quarter Quell with the intention to win -- if she didn't win, she'd come bloody close. The truth of the matter is that it would have probably been one of them, maybe Gloss or Cashmere. Everyone else has wasted away too much, Enobara and Brutus too brash. Katniss too young, too untrained. But maybe this is the heart of why both of them decided to take the risk and jump on the rebellion bandwagon: He wants to protect. She wants revenge. He doesn't dare ask her still.

Her smile is utterly smug and wicked at the same time, pleased with the compliment from Finnick (even if he only meant it as a statement as to how dangerous she can be). "I could go and get it, but they're blunt force items. If you want something that won't hurt as much as an axe digging into your arm, I'm going to have to find something a little more surgical." Not that she'd mind it, of course. After all, sometimes you need something precise and devastating.

"We'd planned to, remember?" It seems so far away now, the arena. "I was ready to give Snow a bloodbath to go along with that awful scent that follows him around."

"Oh, I know you can be damn well surgical with an axe," Finnick quips immediately.

But, if she doesn't have anything that's appropriate, he's going to need to find something on his own. His mind is already starting to turn toward that, creating a map once again of the hotel. Places where he can look -- kitchen is probably the best change. Scissors or a good knife should be there. He'll need to find something to bind the wound up with. At least bandages. Something to stitch it up would be better, although he's sorely out of practice when it's come to that. But the last thing he wants is to bleed out from cutting out his own tracking device.

"Hard to tell if that's going to happen now," Finnick answers, his own voice going distant. Hard to tell if they were going to manage to get out of here at all. This would be one hell of a prison if it's thought up by the Capitol -- nice enough that they'd consider staying all on their own, removing them from the Capitol's worries by their own hand.

Johanna hates the idea of being useless as much as she hates being a pawn, so she hates this more than she can say. She stares at Finnick as she turns this over in her mind and wonders what they do next. None of them are without leadership qualities, but some of them have things to lose. She's not in the same position and weirdly, she doesn't want to ask too much of them.

"So what's the swimming for?" she asks. "Relaxation or is there some greater purpose?"