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

[rediscover]

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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Until recently, Anna hadn't really been a blip on Jolie's radar. She was tangentially aware of her through the drama with her fiance, her sister thanks to Oceana and a few scenarios involving Bro that she'd gleaned over. Even now, Jolie doesn't know much what to think of her. She's cute, sure. She seems to have a fine disposition and she's a fighter even if she isn't the one anyone is betting on here. For the most part she'd just been, well. There. Around.

Jolie doesn't hold anything against her for what happened, because it had been her who put her foot down about it. She couldn't be with Bro in any real capacity and she couldn't be complicit in a relationship with someone 20 years her junior, even as a side partner for Bro exclusively. There's no blame or resentment, but there's bitterness. Anna is younger and cuter and an easy rival to project on. Jolie is privileged in her Capitol citizenship, but it's part of what keeps her from Bro and it gives her more cause to feel a little petty. Just a little.

With a multitude of appointments later in the day, Jolie has spared nothing in her daytime drag. Everything is primped, poised and melded with glue and frustration so as to give an illusion of perfection. She's waiting at the table for Cerise when Anna pads out, raising her glance to watch her with the indifference of a spoiled cat. She gets about the same look when she asks for the syrup, only with a single, arched eyebrow to differentiate.

When she opens her mouth, the words she wants to say involve fuck and off followed by a quip of some sort, but Anna hasn't done anything to deserve that maliciousness. As such, Jolie lifts the syrup and drops it down in front of Anna with a light thud before returning her hand to fold it over her lap. She should say something, it's polite, it's awkward if she just stares. Be nice. Push through this. Just smile. Her lips pull into a forced grin as she stares across the table, deigning Anna with something more than a look of indifference. "Someone's hungry." Hungry for Bro. Shut up.