Relationship Status

Married to Finnick Odair

Romantic Interests

Sunsets, Long walks on the beach

Who Am I...

70th Hunger Games victor

My Story Is...

Hello, I'm Annie Cresta and this is my life now:
I live in District 4 with Finnick Odair, and I am the victor of the 70th annual Hunger Games. Finnick and I have a lovely little baby boy named Calder Odair, and he's just the most handsome baby. He's got his daddy's eyes and his mummy's face.


My name is Annie Cresta, and this is my story:
When I was younger, my parents weaved fishing nets for a living, so I've never learnt how to swim because it wasn't needed. Unfortunately for me, a girl pushed me off the pier and I fell in. Finnick was fishing with his father at the time and he heard my yell for help, so he dove in and dragged me out from the lake. It was such a horrific memory. The one I would like to forget.

A few years went by, and Finnick took me fishing in the lake. I wasn't really planning on drowning again and so I just sat down on my cloth and made shell necklaces and weave wristlets made out of nets. I gave the wristlet to Finn and wore the necklace myself because I felt the need to thank Finn with more than just words.

I was so devastated when Finn was reaped. He always said to me "Finnick Odair doesn't make bets he can't win” So I bet.. He won't win the games and come home to me. Good thing he won his bet because he returned a while after, but he was different. Somehow more absent than before. I offered for him to teach me how to swim, and get his mind off the games. It worked.

I was so happy he taught me because the year after that, my name was reaped from the bowl. I felt cold and weak but I couldn’t let anyone know my distress. Not even Finn.

My games were horrific. I witnessed my fellow tribute's decapitation, and I ran. I ran as fast as I could, and I hid. I could’ve saved him, and I should’ve.... But I didn’t. Unfortunately for the others, the game makers decided to break the dam and flood the place. I thank Finn for teaching me how to swim and keeping me alive.

I came home... Living, but not alive. Breathing, but motionless. I kept thinking about the games and the scream of my fellow tribute. No matter how tightly I closed my eyes, the image will never go away. Even when I cover my ears, his scream still fill my head. The question still run through my mind ‘till this day; “Why didn’t I try to save him?”

Now I know how Finnick felt when he returned from the games. It's true what they all say about the games; All of us who come out of the arena leave with wounds on our bodies, our minds, our hearts. The important thing to remember is that even the worse scars will fade.

My Appearance...

Dark flowy hair, dark green eyes, flustered, natural beauty

Inventory

Nets and tridents

I Believe...

in the Mockingjay