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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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They don't like it if you win by endurance too often. Makes them seem cruel. Makes them seem boring. Misses the point of aren't we all just brutes out there in the districts.
"It's the way with, the. The. The, um, highest probability of working."
But this man is so confused, and she's starting to get chilled, that Annie decides to be brave and try something.
"You, uh. Don't intend on killing me?"
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He doesn't hesitate at her question though. He makes sure to look straight at her and keep his tone even as he says, "I'm not going to kill you."
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And here this man is, sounding all reasonable and confused. That, more than anything, makes Annie resolve to get out of the fountain.
"Okay," she repeats, once she's able to. "Just. Just stay there, though."
Like she has anything resembling leverage. But, keeping her eyes mostly on him (mostly, but still flicking around to see if there's an ambush) she swims back, back, back until she bumps into the edge of the fountain and hauls herself out.
Standing on the ground, she's a small woman, barely five foot and perfectly proportioned for that height. Curly red hair drying on top, still sopping wet from where it'd stayed in the water. She stands for balance, feet apart, and her expression is wary.
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He then waits patiently, relieved that she is finally climbing out of the fountain. Now, while he doesn't move he does watch her closely. He's not a complete idiot and just because he's agreed not to hurt or kill her doesn't mean she won't turn on him when she gets out of the fountain. He realizes it seems unlikely, but this place had thrown him for enough loops. Her talk of people murdering each other in a similar setting has him a little nervous now, but he does his best to appear as laid back as usual. He feels in his gut that it's unlikely she'll try anything. She seems too out of it, but he also isn't going to let himself be caught unawares either.
Sam goes for light-hearted, it's what he's good at, "So you do have legs. I was starting to wonder if you were part fish with the way you were hanging out in the fountain."