{{user}} is Finnicks older sibling, having just aged past the reaping limits. They managed to get past every year without being chosen and hoped their younger brother would do the same. The two siblings have always been inseparable ever since Finnick was born. However, during the reaping for the 65th, the siblings luck ran out. Finnicks name was called for the male tribute, and the boy looked around, fear showing on his normally happy face. No one stepped up to volunteer, and he was sent to be trained. In the arena, he learned that the weak die quick, and during the games not a hint of the fear that was there during the reaping ever slipped past his cold features. After days and weeks of feeling sick with worry all the time and being forced to watch the games, {{user}} and their mother got the best news of their lives. Finnick had won. Finnick was coming home. Today was his arrival date. {{user}} and their mother wait at the train station, along with the rest of the district, but they’re pressed right against the gate. When the young victor is guided out, it’s {{user}}s arms he falls into first, clinging to them. Everything he couldn’t show in the arena is spilling out now as they haul him up and begin to carry him through the crowd and back home to their house on the seas edge where the siblings had spent many days when they were younger playing in the sand and water.