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thecapitol2015-07-07 10:50 am
rediscover) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-07 10:50 am
[open] have you got colour in your cheeks?
Who| Anna and anyone who comes across her!
What| The defeated princess returns to the Capitol and deals with some upsetting discoveries.
Where| D4 suites/the rooftop.
When| Mid-week, after her death in the Arena.
Warnings/Notes| So many angst.
Anna awakens in her suite in a cold sweat, the blankets tight around her, and immediately she reaches for a knife that's no longer there. Waking up in the Capitol is always disorienting, but this time is only compounded by how very not-herself she'd been when she'd died this time. She'd been affected by some extraneous force, made to feel aggressive and blinded by a rage she's never really felt before. It's unsettling, it makes her feel wrong in her skin, and maybe that's why she decides to forgo her usual self-imposed quiet day. She gets up, showers--she's already been cleaned, but gods does it feel good to stand under the hot running water and let it soothe away the memory of all those aches and pains--and dresses in one of the outfits her Stylist has left waiting for her.
It takes her a while to figure out something's gone wrong; neither Elsa nor Bro are anywhere to be found in their Districts, which already has her gut twisting. But she reminds herself that they might be out somewhere, so she shoots them both a quick message using her comm device. It's only when the device fails to find either of their numbers in its system that her blood runs cold. There's something seriously wrong here. She looks first in Elsa's room, then in Bro's. Both are cleaned out, completely empty of any belongings or decor. Like neither of them were ever here. And it all comes crashing down on Anna's shoulders as the realization sets in that they never came back from the Arena.
They're gone. And Anna is alone, save for Dave. And--oh, God, Dave doesn't know yet. She can't even deal with that information right now, because she's not okay. And she knows that she's not going to be able to hold it in for much longer, so she finds herself fleeing back to Four, blinded by tears as she takes the agonizingly long elevator ride down from Nine, brushing past bystanders with a choked sob. She can't deal with other people right now, can't handle looks of sympathy or questions. Everything hurts too much. It's one thing to take Bro away from her--just when they'd worked out their issues and found love with each other. That in itself is profoundly unjust. But to take Elsa at the same time? That feels like another knife in her gut--no. It's like taking a piece of her away. Elsa was the main reason Anna's been able to hold it together for a whole year, now. With her gone--what else is there?
She finds solace in her room, the door slammed shut, balled up in the corner, her little frame shaking with the weight of the sobs that rack her body. She's a loud crier, now; this isn't like when her parents died, when she was still safe at home, with the small comfort of Elsa on the other side of the door. Then, she'd been able to cry dignified tears, she'd been numb. This--this feels like being hit by a train, the way it encompasses her whole being.
Her door is unlocked, should anyone try to venture inside and check on her.
Eventually, she cries herself out, exhausted with emotion, and drags herself out of her room with her face pale and her eyes red. Some fresh air seems like it might help, so she bundles herself up in the thin kimono jacket she'd donned this morning and heads up to the roof. It's twilight by now, the lights of the Capitol twinkling on one by one, and it feels good to have a cool breeze in her hair. The fresh air does feel good, it cleans her head and nips at her cold nose and dry eyes and reminds her that she's alive. She gulps in the cool evening air like it's water, filling her lungs, like it'll heal her aching heart if she takes in enough of it. After awhile, she begins to wonder who else is back, whether or not Dave is still in the Arena, if any of her other friends are around. It might be comforting, to see a familiar face.
What| The defeated princess returns to the Capitol and deals with some upsetting discoveries.
Where| D4 suites/the rooftop.
When| Mid-week, after her death in the Arena.
Warnings/Notes| So many angst.
Anna awakens in her suite in a cold sweat, the blankets tight around her, and immediately she reaches for a knife that's no longer there. Waking up in the Capitol is always disorienting, but this time is only compounded by how very not-herself she'd been when she'd died this time. She'd been affected by some extraneous force, made to feel aggressive and blinded by a rage she's never really felt before. It's unsettling, it makes her feel wrong in her skin, and maybe that's why she decides to forgo her usual self-imposed quiet day. She gets up, showers--she's already been cleaned, but gods does it feel good to stand under the hot running water and let it soothe away the memory of all those aches and pains--and dresses in one of the outfits her Stylist has left waiting for her.
It takes her a while to figure out something's gone wrong; neither Elsa nor Bro are anywhere to be found in their Districts, which already has her gut twisting. But she reminds herself that they might be out somewhere, so she shoots them both a quick message using her comm device. It's only when the device fails to find either of their numbers in its system that her blood runs cold. There's something seriously wrong here. She looks first in Elsa's room, then in Bro's. Both are cleaned out, completely empty of any belongings or decor. Like neither of them were ever here. And it all comes crashing down on Anna's shoulders as the realization sets in that they never came back from the Arena.
They're gone. And Anna is alone, save for Dave. And--oh, God, Dave doesn't know yet. She can't even deal with that information right now, because she's not okay. And she knows that she's not going to be able to hold it in for much longer, so she finds herself fleeing back to Four, blinded by tears as she takes the agonizingly long elevator ride down from Nine, brushing past bystanders with a choked sob. She can't deal with other people right now, can't handle looks of sympathy or questions. Everything hurts too much. It's one thing to take Bro away from her--just when they'd worked out their issues and found love with each other. That in itself is profoundly unjust. But to take Elsa at the same time? That feels like another knife in her gut--no. It's like taking a piece of her away. Elsa was the main reason Anna's been able to hold it together for a whole year, now. With her gone--what else is there?
She finds solace in her room, the door slammed shut, balled up in the corner, her little frame shaking with the weight of the sobs that rack her body. She's a loud crier, now; this isn't like when her parents died, when she was still safe at home, with the small comfort of Elsa on the other side of the door. Then, she'd been able to cry dignified tears, she'd been numb. This--this feels like being hit by a train, the way it encompasses her whole being.
Her door is unlocked, should anyone try to venture inside and check on her.
Eventually, she cries herself out, exhausted with emotion, and drags herself out of her room with her face pale and her eyes red. Some fresh air seems like it might help, so she bundles herself up in the thin kimono jacket she'd donned this morning and heads up to the roof. It's twilight by now, the lights of the Capitol twinkling on one by one, and it feels good to have a cool breeze in her hair. The fresh air does feel good, it cleans her head and nips at her cold nose and dry eyes and reminds her that she's alive. She gulps in the cool evening air like it's water, filling her lungs, like it'll heal her aching heart if she takes in enough of it. After awhile, she begins to wonder who else is back, whether or not Dave is still in the Arena, if any of her other friends are around. It might be comforting, to see a familiar face.
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To Anna's question, he nodded slowly, "My wife Mary...I lost her to a disease..." Partially true but being in the Arena reminded Sunderland that he was no stranger to murder. Dying served as a pointed reminder that he inflicted this onto his beloved wife, whether as a mercy kill or a selfish desire to be free.
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"Oh...oh, gosh. I'm so sorry." That explains why he'd kept calling her Mary in the Arena. "I lost my parents a few years ago. It's so hard to lose a loved one. But you seem good, and brave. It gets easier."
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And he fully meant that: Anna was doing her best with a shit situation, losing those she loved and cared about. That took more guts than anything.
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"After my parents died," she begins slowly, "my sister didn't talk to me for three years. I saw her once, maybe twice in that whole time, and we were barricaded in the same castle. Grief makes us do strange things. You're not the only one." She offers him a smile. "I forgave my sister. Your wife would forgive you. So you should forgive yourself, too."
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But then his brain switched from self-loathing into something more productive as he hears her story with her sister. "You make sure next Arena, you finish me off nice and well, and get out of here, okay? You deserve that crown."
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"Oh--jeez, okay, I--I'll try," she replies, sounding amused but weary. "Just try not to break my nose next time, it's not a fun experience."
I thought I replied to this sorry!
A lot of pain would have been avoided and he offers the princess the same advice he never listened, "You should find someone, okay?"
it's ok!! c:
"I will. It's hard to know who to trust, but I'll find someone. I promise."
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He wished he could leave Mary's letter with the princess, to give her something from his wife to help her on. Alas, the letter was back in the car, back in Silent Hill. So he offered the next best thing, Mary's parting advice: "Do what's best for you, Miss Anna. And please...please be happy."
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His advice has her feeling a little more at peace. "I will. I'll do the best I can. And I'll try...I'm sure I can find some way to be happy here."