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thecapitol2014-02-16 06:52 pm
formersurgeon) wrote in thecapitol2014-02-16 06:52 pm
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Who| Joan and OPEN
What| Joan wakes up, and goes to watch the Games for the first time.
Where| District 11 suite
When| Beginning of week 5, after Joan wakes up in the Capitol
Warnings/Notes| Death
Joan gasps, her eyes flying open. She breathes hard for a few moments, eyes rolling, taking in the room. She's okay. She's okay. Her body doesn't hurt. She can breathe. Her mouth doesn't taste like blood. Her breath steadies, evens out. It's over. She's alive.
Then she blinks, frowns, and sits up quickly. She narrows her eyes, trying to think. Before she died...
It was fuzzy with pain and oxygen deprivation. But she could swear...
"Oh my god," she mutters, getting up and heading for the door. "Sherlock."
Her thoughts are reeling as she heads toward the common room. She wants it to be true, because she's missed her friend badly. She feels guilty, though. This is a terrible place, a brutal, painful place, and she wouldn't wish it on Moriarty, much less Sherlock.
She doesn't know what to hope for. But it doesn't matter. It won't change whether or not Sherlock is here.
When she reaches the room the screen is on as it always is, and she sinks to one of the couches to watch. It's her first time actually watching the Games, but she doesn't think about that. She just searches the screen for her partner.
And there. There he is.
"Oh my god."
What| Joan wakes up, and goes to watch the Games for the first time.
Where| District 11 suite
When| Beginning of week 5, after Joan wakes up in the Capitol
Warnings/Notes| Death
Joan gasps, her eyes flying open. She breathes hard for a few moments, eyes rolling, taking in the room. She's okay. She's okay. Her body doesn't hurt. She can breathe. Her mouth doesn't taste like blood. Her breath steadies, evens out. It's over. She's alive.
Then she blinks, frowns, and sits up quickly. She narrows her eyes, trying to think. Before she died...
It was fuzzy with pain and oxygen deprivation. But she could swear...
"Oh my god," she mutters, getting up and heading for the door. "Sherlock."
Her thoughts are reeling as she heads toward the common room. She wants it to be true, because she's missed her friend badly. She feels guilty, though. This is a terrible place, a brutal, painful place, and she wouldn't wish it on Moriarty, much less Sherlock.
She doesn't know what to hope for. But it doesn't matter. It won't change whether or not Sherlock is here.
When she reaches the room the screen is on as it always is, and she sinks to one of the couches to watch. It's her first time actually watching the Games, but she doesn't think about that. She just searches the screen for her partner.
And there. There he is.
"Oh my god."