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sixthiterationlogs2016-09-03 05:20 pm
treadswater) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2016-09-03 05:20 pm
let the games begin
WHO: Annie Cresta
WHERE: Fountain (other locations added as needed)
WHEN: Afternoon, 2nd September - All threads take place before Finnick's
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Anxiety, panic attack
STATUS: Open
Annie doesn't stop to think until she's burst through the surface.
She's been tossed into water before - yes, even fast asleep - and she's from District Four, water is as natural to her as the land. She doesn't waste time on what, where, how, she just swims up. Gasps. Ducks underneath the surface again.
Now she thinks.
She's in a... Pool? No, a fountain, if she swims down and looks up, she can see the central pillar. But how? She knows all the fountains in City One. And that's where she'd been, she'd been in City One, District Four, but she'd been wearing a skirt, a waistcoat, light shoes. Now, Annie twists around in the water and she can see white. White trousers, white shirt. Brown boots. Black straps of a backpack.
It looks like a uniform. A tribute's uniform.
Annie doesn't leave the fountain. Not yet. She takes what breathes she needs, and then swims back down. She's safe in water. She knows how to swim, and this pool is, what, thirty feet across. She can swim and she needs to think.
But thinking doesn't help. Is this the Quarter Quell? Is it? Uniform, a strange entry, but she doesn't remember anything and when she looked out, briefly, it's just a park. There's no Cornucopia. No bloodbath. No screams no weapons no fighting, it's peaceful. But is that part of it? Not Snow's style, she doesn't think, and not Heavensbee. It makes no sense to change everything up, not when the bloodbath is so fucking useful.
But what else is it?
It's then that Annie notices her joints locking up, her chest feeling compressed. P a n i c setting in because no, no, no, no, oh no, she can't do this again, she can't she can't she can't. She can't be in an arena she can't be in the Games she just can't.
Her breath starting to choke her, Annie comes up to the surface again, but she doesn't get out. She doesn't trust herself to run. Instead, she backs up, all the way up against the stone spout in the centre of the fountain. There, she clings to it, and stares out, and tries not to scream.
WHERE: Fountain (other locations added as needed)
WHEN: Afternoon, 2nd September - All threads take place before Finnick's
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Anxiety, panic attack
STATUS: Open
Annie doesn't stop to think until she's burst through the surface.
She's been tossed into water before - yes, even fast asleep - and she's from District Four, water is as natural to her as the land. She doesn't waste time on what, where, how, she just swims up. Gasps. Ducks underneath the surface again.
Now she thinks.
She's in a... Pool? No, a fountain, if she swims down and looks up, she can see the central pillar. But how? She knows all the fountains in City One. And that's where she'd been, she'd been in City One, District Four, but she'd been wearing a skirt, a waistcoat, light shoes. Now, Annie twists around in the water and she can see white. White trousers, white shirt. Brown boots. Black straps of a backpack.
It looks like a uniform. A tribute's uniform.
Annie doesn't leave the fountain. Not yet. She takes what breathes she needs, and then swims back down. She's safe in water. She knows how to swim, and this pool is, what, thirty feet across. She can swim and she needs to think.
But thinking doesn't help. Is this the Quarter Quell? Is it? Uniform, a strange entry, but she doesn't remember anything and when she looked out, briefly, it's just a park. There's no Cornucopia. No bloodbath. No screams no weapons no fighting, it's peaceful. But is that part of it? Not Snow's style, she doesn't think, and not Heavensbee. It makes no sense to change everything up, not when the bloodbath is so fucking useful.
But what else is it?
It's then that Annie notices her joints locking up, her chest feeling compressed. P a n i c setting in because no, no, no, no, oh no, she can't do this again, she can't she can't she can't. She can't be in an arena she can't be in the Games she just can't.
Her breath starting to choke her, Annie comes up to the surface again, but she doesn't get out. She doesn't trust herself to run. Instead, she backs up, all the way up against the stone spout in the centre of the fountain. There, she clings to it, and stares out, and tries not to scream.