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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.
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One step, another step. Left foot and right. Left foot and right, or did she have it the other way before?
"Enough clothing for snow?" she asks then, thinking of the games in the tundra. Thinking of arenas and their weather surprises.
This forest would look so pretty, dusted with snow. That is relevant, when thinking about the Gamemakers.
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It's a good question. Finnick's never the one who gets to see the clothes the tributes are put in before their grand unveiling in the arena. He's not the one who has to make these guesses with nothing else to rely on. That's the stylists. By the time he's seen the tributes' uniforms, something of the arena is obvious.
"Unless they plan on trying to freeze us out."
He continues on without speaking for a few steps, until he has to stop because his path is blocked by some sort of heavy brush.
"What do you think?" he asks. "Even with long underwear I don't think a coat's enough to make these clothes work in snow."
He doesn't sound certain, though.
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"It's an idea, anyway," is what Annie actually says. "There are the houses. And other tributes. Drive us together, fight over shelter and resources.
Snow doesn't have to last long, either. But.
He said that they were living there. The others. The man I met at the fountain."
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"They wouldn't give it to us for no reason."
It's what they'll tell themselves, for now. The tributes' uniforms are usually adapted to the environment of the arena, and with such a plain, uninformative uniform, they need to take whatever hints they have.
"Expect us to be doing a lot of walking, too."
That is, though, just talking for the sake of talking, really: surely Annie's already drawn the same conclusion about their boots. What she says next, though, is the interesting thing.
Finnick frowns in thought as he starts to edge around the tangled undergrowth that had blocked the approximate path he'd been taking.
"Explains why there were so many people around in the village."
The path continues, and Finnick glances up to check the direction against the sun before he sets off along it again, gesturing for Annie to follow him.
"They don't seem very worried about leaving themselves open to attack."