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sixthiterationlogs2016-12-03 06:34 pm
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to the victors, the spoils
WHO: Johanna Mason
WHERE: The Fountain | The Inn
WHEN: December 3, Mid-Day
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Violence, Nudity
STATUS: Open
Under Attack
She opens her eyes to water. There's nothing but water around her and below, there's the distinctly familiar shape she's seen twice below in her life. Launch pad. They've never launched victors in the water before, though, because then there's no way to keep them on the pad until the countdown is done, which means...which means what. The icy cold water is making it hard to think, but she refuses to swim to the top until she's got a plan. She'd been knocked out by Katniss aiming the arrow at the sky, so the Capitol could've gotten to her. The tracking chip is still in her arm (which is something that's coming out the first chance she gets).
So what? What, then? What would the Capitol do to her? They'd make her pay and they'd make suffer. There's no one left to die for her, so why not just kill her? Unless they think that living is a worse punishment.
She's running out of time (and air) and she needs a plan. If this is an old arena, maybe they flooded certain parts of it and that's why she's able to get to the top. Before she does, though, she kicks her way back down until she finds a piece of stone that looks sharp enough to attack with and uses all her energy to kick her way to the top, bursting past the surface of the water with a gasp before she positions herself at the back of the ... fountain? Okay, then.
Waiting, biding her time, Johanna keeps treading water and ignoring the chill of it as she brandishes one hand outside of the water, the small stone shiv ready to pierce if it needs to. Whoever comes by first is going to give her some answers, whether they like it or not.
By The Fire
It doesn't take long for her to figure out a way away from the fountain (which is a launch pad without a detonation device, apparently, which makes sense if this is an arena that's already been used and decommissioned). It takes her a little longer than that to evaluate the area around her for threats, but she heads for the house with the smoke coming out of the chimney. It's stupid, is what it is, but if she's right, then whoever's in there isn't going to be a threat.
If this is an arena that the Capitol is using as some kind of unseen prison, then it stands to reason that everyone here is an ally in the fight against the Capitol. Goody for Johanna, she gets to spend her time behind bars instead of up front in the action, getting the vengeance she's been so sorely denied for so long. She's been looking forward to it ever since they reaped her for the fucking Quarter Quell, all because she was the only one strong enough to have survived.
"At least someone knows how to be hospitable," she says, slinging her bag onto the ground as soon as she's inside, stripping off her clothes without a moment's delay while keeping herself a decent distance from the fire, yanking up one of the curtains lingering around to start drying her hair as she kicks off the pants and underwear, tugging off the bra and shirt next until she's standing completely naked in the foyer of the building.
When she hears footsteps, her guard is up, but she doesn't act like it. She knows better than anyone that you should let your opponent think you're not a threat until the last, crucial moment.
"I know the view's great," she says over her shoulder, still working at drying her hair, "But I don't suppose you've got a change of clothes and some food? I'm starving," she says, the Games having denied her a decent meal and her head is pounding after having to deal with Katniss and her ridiculous lack of trust in her. You cut a girl's arm open one time, and what does it get you? No thanks, that's what.
WHERE: The Fountain | The Inn
WHEN: December 3, Mid-Day
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Violence, Nudity
STATUS: Open
Under Attack
She opens her eyes to water. There's nothing but water around her and below, there's the distinctly familiar shape she's seen twice below in her life. Launch pad. They've never launched victors in the water before, though, because then there's no way to keep them on the pad until the countdown is done, which means...which means what. The icy cold water is making it hard to think, but she refuses to swim to the top until she's got a plan. She'd been knocked out by Katniss aiming the arrow at the sky, so the Capitol could've gotten to her. The tracking chip is still in her arm (which is something that's coming out the first chance she gets).
So what? What, then? What would the Capitol do to her? They'd make her pay and they'd make suffer. There's no one left to die for her, so why not just kill her? Unless they think that living is a worse punishment.
She's running out of time (and air) and she needs a plan. If this is an old arena, maybe they flooded certain parts of it and that's why she's able to get to the top. Before she does, though, she kicks her way back down until she finds a piece of stone that looks sharp enough to attack with and uses all her energy to kick her way to the top, bursting past the surface of the water with a gasp before she positions herself at the back of the ... fountain? Okay, then.
Waiting, biding her time, Johanna keeps treading water and ignoring the chill of it as she brandishes one hand outside of the water, the small stone shiv ready to pierce if it needs to. Whoever comes by first is going to give her some answers, whether they like it or not.
By The Fire
It doesn't take long for her to figure out a way away from the fountain (which is a launch pad without a detonation device, apparently, which makes sense if this is an arena that's already been used and decommissioned). It takes her a little longer than that to evaluate the area around her for threats, but she heads for the house with the smoke coming out of the chimney. It's stupid, is what it is, but if she's right, then whoever's in there isn't going to be a threat.
If this is an arena that the Capitol is using as some kind of unseen prison, then it stands to reason that everyone here is an ally in the fight against the Capitol. Goody for Johanna, she gets to spend her time behind bars instead of up front in the action, getting the vengeance she's been so sorely denied for so long. She's been looking forward to it ever since they reaped her for the fucking Quarter Quell, all because she was the only one strong enough to have survived.
"At least someone knows how to be hospitable," she says, slinging her bag onto the ground as soon as she's inside, stripping off her clothes without a moment's delay while keeping herself a decent distance from the fire, yanking up one of the curtains lingering around to start drying her hair as she kicks off the pants and underwear, tugging off the bra and shirt next until she's standing completely naked in the foyer of the building.
When she hears footsteps, her guard is up, but she doesn't act like it. She knows better than anyone that you should let your opponent think you're not a threat until the last, crucial moment.
"I know the view's great," she says over her shoulder, still working at drying her hair, "But I don't suppose you've got a change of clothes and some food? I'm starving," she says, the Games having denied her a decent meal and her head is pounding after having to deal with Katniss and her ridiculous lack of trust in her. You cut a girl's arm open one time, and what does it get you? No thanks, that's what.
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"If you want history, I'm not your girl," she says. "The truth? Everyone rebelled and when the Capitol beat them down, they decided that defeat wasn't enough. They needed to murder their children and make it a show," she says, spitting out the words. "And they trained their little favorites to tip the scales in their favor." She has to be careful here, because Finnick and Annie are both from that world and even though she likes them well enough, she still hates the culture they come from.
She could probably survive a lot longer in the woods, but she's also not inclined to torture herself like that. "Please," she scoffs, "I'll be in a nice, warm house, with access to food." And if anyone decides to come at her, they won't see her coming - at least, not after she cuts out their eyes.
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... But there's also a reason they'd existed. Not the most heartening conversation to have over a meal.
Jess allows his appalled disbelief to show through in the shake of his head. "A commemorative bloodbath? I hope you don't mind my saying so, but your country must be run by sociopaths to make that happen." Insane and disgusting, a potent combination.
Releasing a breath, he props his elbows on the other side of the counter. Despite himself, he's more morbidly curious about environment Johanna hails from than ever before, and more than a little indignant on her behalf just with the brief synopsis she gives. There's one thing to be said about this place--it hasn't resorted to pointless bloodletting yet.
"Well, that's an option. It was a ghost town when people started arriving here. Now that we've taken it over for shelter, there are still plenty of unoccupied buildings."
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Eventually, she's going to need to find herself a weapon, but no one that she's seen so far looks like someone that Johanna couldn't take down with just her fists, if need be.
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"You're looking at it. This inn's another option: it has spare rooms, it's the center of the information hub, and you're guaranteed a free meal most days. Dealer's choice, though. For a prison, there aren't a lot of rules stopping you from doing what you like--other than walk out."
Welcome to the party, Johanna.
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Feeding herself isn't a problem that Johanna's going to have to worry about. She might not be Katniss with a bow, but she can definitely manage if she can find a sharp end and some wildlife.