It's been there, in her stomach, the whole train ride. A feeling of unrest, not subtle in the least, roiling in her stomach. For the first time in her entire life, Porrim neglects her dinner, instead staring out the window of Five's car from the dinner table, seeing for the first time the world outside of the Capitol, and finding that it all looks far more bleak than she'd pictured. Her mind had painted it over with shades of wonder and beauty, but something in the air has those images retreating in favor of dullness.
She's been tossing and turning in her bed all night when the train screams to a halt, and immediately Porrim feels her whole body turn hot with adrenaline. There's nobody in Panem who'd be attacking the train like this...nobody except rebels from Thirteen. This is her chance. It has to be. If she's lucky, Sam will be here. If she's not...she'll have to hope that someone can vouch for her. That someone will trust her. But she can't go back to the Capitol, because if she doesn't leave know she's pretty certain that she'll be stuck there forever.
Jolting awake, Porrim keeps an ear turned to the corridor, where she can hear screams, desperate shouts, yells and explosions and the sounds of struggle. She throws on the nearest clothes she can find, paying the least attention she's ever paid in her life to what she's wearing, and surges out the door--only to be confronted with a gaping hole in the side of the train. With only seconds to decide what she's going to do before she's either killed or dragged back inside or detained by a Peacekeeper, she lunges for a metal pipe that's dangling from the wreckage--the remains of a handhold from the outer train door--and wrests it away from its last remaining bolt, jumping out of the car and stumbling a little as she hoofs it down the side of the train.
It's utter chaos, and while she knows she should be looking out for her Tributes, she can't help but let her eyes skim over everything else, looking for one person in particular. And when she finds him, her blood turns cold--Sam is grappling with a Peacekeeper, and it doesn't seem to be turning in his favor, either.
It's stupid, and she knows it, to try and intervene with no training, but before she can even think, Porrim is running forward on impossibly tall shoes, raising the pipe up over her head, and committing the most rebellious act of her life by bringing the pipe down, hard, on the back of the Peacekeeper's head.
for Sam
She's been tossing and turning in her bed all night when the train screams to a halt, and immediately Porrim feels her whole body turn hot with adrenaline. There's nobody in Panem who'd be attacking the train like this...nobody except rebels from Thirteen. This is her chance. It has to be. If she's lucky, Sam will be here. If she's not...she'll have to hope that someone can vouch for her. That someone will trust her. But she can't go back to the Capitol, because if she doesn't leave know she's pretty certain that she'll be stuck there forever.
Jolting awake, Porrim keeps an ear turned to the corridor, where she can hear screams, desperate shouts, yells and explosions and the sounds of struggle. She throws on the nearest clothes she can find, paying the least attention she's ever paid in her life to what she's wearing, and surges out the door--only to be confronted with a gaping hole in the side of the train. With only seconds to decide what she's going to do before she's either killed or dragged back inside or detained by a Peacekeeper, she lunges for a metal pipe that's dangling from the wreckage--the remains of a handhold from the outer train door--and wrests it away from its last remaining bolt, jumping out of the car and stumbling a little as she hoofs it down the side of the train.
It's utter chaos, and while she knows she should be looking out for her Tributes, she can't help but let her eyes skim over everything else, looking for one person in particular. And when she finds him, her blood turns cold--Sam is grappling with a Peacekeeper, and it doesn't seem to be turning in his favor, either.
It's stupid, and she knows it, to try and intervene with no training, but before she can even think, Porrim is running forward on impossibly tall shoes, raising the pipe up over her head, and committing the most rebellious act of her life by bringing the pipe down, hard, on the back of the Peacekeeper's head.