Restless fingers pry their way between the two slats in the window shutters, letting in a beam of light. Even as late as it is, the Capitol is lit up like a beacon, countless signs enticing sleepless citizens with this or that new hedonistic craze. She stares outwards for a moment, as if she could be distracted from what she's doing, eyes trailing after a technicolored throng parading down one of many sleek walkways. Her eyes narrow as she tries to see them as more than just gaudy idiots. How much are they complacent with? How much of it do they do to survive? How much are they, like her, trying to drown out their terror and frustration with whatever's in reach? There's no keeping the results of the 74th Games a secret—those two kids who forced their government into a stalemate, the reason she's here and not a frostbitten corpse in the lot of a rest area.
She's supposed to be a corpse. A living one, if Clem or Kenny didn't stick around to put her down after finding AJ. And thanks to the Gamemakers, she knows what that looks like all too well. Expression souring, she draws away with a scoff, letting the blinds clatter shut. Everything about this place makes her sick.
That's when she hears the footsteps coming, faint but unmistakable. Fuck. This is right up there with her shittiest ideas and is contending for the title, and she can't even say she's drunk. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
The sound of the door unlatching nearly sends her running for cover, and she can't even bring herself to look as he steps through the doorway. The bedroom lights bore through her eyelids and she knows he's seen her now even if he hasn't said anything, so she unscrews them open to stare back at the mess she just made. Her heart starts to jackhammer against her ribs like a trapped bird. If he can't believe she's here, then that makes two of them.
It takes her too long to find words to say.
"Luke– this was a stupid idea. I just– just wanted to make sure you were still here. Sorry." and she's moving towards him, looking everywhere but at him so she can shuffle past and get the hell out before he realizes how pathetic she really is. "I'll go."
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She's supposed to be a corpse. A living one, if Clem or Kenny didn't stick around to put her down after finding AJ. And thanks to the Gamemakers, she knows what that looks like all too well. Expression souring, she draws away with a scoff, letting the blinds clatter shut. Everything about this place makes her sick.
That's when she hears the footsteps coming, faint but unmistakable. Fuck. This is right up there with her shittiest ideas and is contending for the title, and she can't even say she's drunk. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
The sound of the door unlatching nearly sends her running for cover, and she can't even bring herself to look as he steps through the doorway. The bedroom lights bore through her eyelids and she knows he's seen her now even if he hasn't said anything, so she unscrews them open to stare back at the mess she just made. Her heart starts to jackhammer against her ribs like a trapped bird. If he can't believe she's here, then that makes two of them.
It takes her too long to find words to say.
"Luke– this was a stupid idea. I just– just wanted to make sure you were still here. Sorry." and she's moving towards him, looking everywhere but at him so she can shuffle past and get the hell out before he realizes how pathetic she really is. "I'll go."