[closed] the frightening facts we've been facing our backs for so long now

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Who| Anna + Jolie, eventually Bro.
What| An awkward conversation, made even more awkward by the fact that Anna doesn't know why it's awkward.
Where| D4 suites!
When| Sometime after Week 4.
Warnings/Notes| Maybe language from Jolie?? Who knows.



After her death in the Arena bloodbath, it's back to routine for Anna. She wakes up in the Capitol unsettled as usual, and just like every other time, she takes a day or two to decompress, keeping mostly to herself in her room, working on an arts and crafts project to keep her hands busy. Even the fact that she gained a boyfriend during this Arena isn't enough to hurry her out of her room; she'll see Bro soon enough, she's sure. She's not worried that he won't have come back; hopefully the two of them caused enough of a stir that they've remained interesting to the Gamemakers.

On the third day, she decides to finally venture outside her little bubble, and rolls out of bed feeling a bit better. She's become strangely zen about all this, after seven Arenas, even though she still has nightmares often enough to be bothersome. And right now, she's decided that she wants to eat a stack of waffles the size of her head and watch something mindless and trashy on TV. So, her hair an undeniable wreck, dressed in her jammies still, she pads out into the suite commons, heading straight for the breakfast spread on the table. She's so out of it, she barely notices the stranger sitting there as she plops down at the table. Yawning hugely, eyes blurry, she pulls an empty plate toward her. "Yrrraughh--pass the syrup?"

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Anna's trying very hard to be rational right now. She doesn't want to be mad, she doesn't want this to turn into a problem. And what Jolie says helps; Anna manages a weak smile in the queen's directions. "Thank you," she says softly, turning her attention toward Bro as he chimes in. His words are far more brash, and she can't help a little wrinkle of her brow, which then turns into mild outrage.

"What--no! Me and Kristoff, we never--I've never--" She shakes her head, lowering her gaze to the table, where her half-eaten waffles are getting cold. Her cheeks are getting pink. "Anyway," she finishes, "I guess it's better that I found out now, huh?"

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Jolie preens at the affirmation of her eloquence, tilting her chin upward and folding her arms over her chest with a smug air. She rolls her eyes at the way he martyrs himself, but all in all she thinks she may have saved him from dropping the ball there.

Until he says that.

She gasps, not because of the indecency but because of the unbridled stupidity on Bro's behalf. "Oh my god, how do you make it through a fucking day without getting the sideburns slapped off you?" She turns in her chair to give him a bemused look, trying not to cackle uproariously for Anna's sake.

"I guess so." She says finally, with a small shrug of her shoulders. "I'm sure it's nothing the both of you couldn't deal with, no need to fight over little old me." She fluffs the bottom of her wig primly, lips curling in a sly smile. "But if Mountain Man comes back, I call dibs. I like blonds. How's your sister, by the way?" She's tempted to ask if Bro's brother is still underage, but it feels in poor taste. You know, as opposed to everything else.

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It's not hard to tell from both of their reactions that he kind of fucked up. Now really wasn't the time to do this, and that is confirmed right away. He cringes and presses a hand to his forehead, wishing that he could just disappear. That a wave of orange soda would just pass through and he could surf away on it. Something.

He cuts his eyes at Jolie for her comment in regards to Kristoff, but quickly bites back any jealousy that tries to rear it's ugly head. "Go on, have dibs. It's not like either of us are gonna care."

He turns his attention back to Anna. "Look, do you... I dunno. Wanna talk later? Leaving you two alone is probably the worst idea I could ever have, but. Maybe you need it." Because he's a dunce and clearly shouldn't be part of the conversation anymore.

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Anna's finding it hard to keep up with all this talk--with Jolie's banter about Kristoff, and Bro's reply. She feels sort of dazed, like she's not really here in this room, having this conversation, but rather like she's some sort of ghost that's just taking it all in. But Bro's question brings her back to reality.

"Oh. Yeah--sure." She nods, trying to look something like normal. Like her usual chipper self. She forces a smile. "Sounds good. I'll, uh, catch you later."