everybody's waiting for you to break down, everybody's watching to see the fallout

[itswhoyouare]

WHO| Anna Morasca, whoever joins her
WHAT| A moment of reflection before the bloodbath (alternatively titled: what happens when the mun listens to The Hunger Games soundtrack while writing this post.)
WHEN| November 9th; the day before Arena 04
WHERE| Training Center Rooftop
WARNING/NOTES| Angst, language, etc.

Tomorrow's the day.

While several of the other Tributes are enjoying the snow or busy training, Anna has opted for the serenity of the rooftop. The knot in her stomach would've turned to an ulcer by now had she not spent as much time as she has lately working out and learning basic survival skills. Her mind, however, was racing at light-speed and keeping her from sleep. What little sleep she got was interrupted by the usual nightmares she had at home, and the exhaustion had yet to strike her.

Her mind was occupied with thoughts of home: her family, her friends, her team... did they know she was missing? Were they worried? Were they okay? Was anyone looking after Adam? Her mother? What about Eva? Her cats? What about Flack? Was he getting any sleep or was he up all the time looking for her? Have they given up? Would she ever go home? What if the Gamemakers pulled her loved ones into the arena? Oh, God. Would they take Adam to get to her? They would. Was there any chance of surviving without having to kill anyone? Could she even get away with it if that happened? Would suicide in the Arena be a better option?

"There are no options," she conceded to herself under her breath and perched on a bench after clearing it of snow, drawing her knees to her chest and resting her chin there as she watched the snow fall on the city (as well as herself). For the first time in her life since her attack, she felt truly helpless.

Comments

[needsaprince]

No matter how much she said going into the arena didn't matter, no matter how much she told her self even dying wasn't that bad when she just cam back, Lottie knew it was a lie, and the weight in her stomach just proved that.

Heading to the roof for solace, she hesitated when she saw the woman there.

"Oh...sorry...do you mind some company? I'll stay real quiet."

[itswhoyouare]

The second she hears footsteps on the roof, her head snaps up and she glances over her shoulder, studying the newcomer cautiously before relaxing and nodding.

"Take a seat wherever, I don't mind."

[needsaprince]

She sank down, gaze over the city. Spotting the parties easily, now.

"I'm Charlotte. But call me Lottie." She finally said, smiling over at the other woman.

[itswhoyouare]

"Anna. Nice to meet you. Not under the circumstances, obviously. But..." She lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

[needsaprince]

"it doesn't seem like there are many other circumstance anymore, does it."

She laughed, but it was a sad little laugh.

[itswhoyouare]

"Yeah. It doesn't. Have you been here long?"

[needsaprince]

"Oh far too long." She smiled, sadly. "I have been here since the first one. I mean...the first one with us. Not the first Hunger Game."

[itswhoyouare]

She frowned instantly, not liking the sound of that. "How many have there been?"

[needsaprince]

"This is supposedly the 75th games...things. They're themed, I guess?"

She frowned. They had picked up bits of Panem's history, but all of it made her want to know less, not more.

[itswhoyouare]

"Oh, God." Yeah, that's about all she has to say on the matter right now.

[luckofthedevil]

Alex usually enjoyed the snow. Flying down a mountainside on a snowboard had been fun (the whole Point Blanc incident aside), and then there was the time Jack had shown him how to make snow angels. But after Scotland, his enjoyment of the cold had lessened considerably.

It was the last day before the next Arena however, and Alex was starting to feel sick over the idea of having to do that all over again. Running and hiding and fighting. He'd thought he was done with all of that before he was brought here. Done with wondering why it always had to be him. Except now it wasn't just him, was it?

Feeling the need for some fresh air, Alex went up to the roof and made his way to the edge. He leaned against the railing and sucked in a deep breath of icy cold air, ignoring the bite in his nose and lungs. Once he would have told himself that he'd faced scarier things. But that was before a shark had had him for lunch.

[itswhoyouare]

The second she heard footsteps on the roof, her head snapped up and she glanced around to pinpoint the source of the noise. The boy by the ledge was clearly another Tribute, but... he was just a kid. She could feel her stomach tightening as if she was going to be sick at the thought of it, and after a moment of observation, she slid off the bench and approached the railing.

"You're just a kid. You shouldn't be here."

[luckofthedevil]

Alex heard the crunch of snow as someone walked up behind him. Turning around, he leaned his elbows against the railing.

"Since when does age keep someone from getting pulled into violence? Tell that to the child soldiers in Africa. Or the kids in street gangs because they have no one to protect them."

[itswhoyouare]

"Never said it did. Doesn't change the fact that this is wrong." She said with a shrug, resting her elbows on the railing and leaning against it, right next to him. "How long have you been here?"

[luckofthedevil]

Alex kept to himself the fact that 'wrong' can be a very subjective concept. She obviously wasn't here for a philosophical discussion, and Alex didn't feel like having one. "Since August," he said, answering her question instead. "I arrived just in time to be tossed into the last Arena."

[itswhoyouare]

"Oh. What kind of Arena was it?" Information gathering could prove useful of course.