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thecapitol2012-11-06 03:52 pm
itswhoyouare) wrote in thecapitol2012-11-06 03:52 pm
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everybody's waiting for you to break down, everybody's watching to see the fallout
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.
WHAT| A moment of reflection before the bloodbath
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.
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She laughed, but it was a sad little laugh.
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She frowned. They had picked up bits of Panem's history, but all of it made her want to know less, not more.
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