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thecapitol2016-04-20 04:24 pm
rediscover) wrote in thecapitol2016-04-20 04:24 pm
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[closed] i'm like the rain in a downpour
Who| Anna and Clara, Sansa, and Phi.
What| Catch-all log
Where| D4 during the battle, out and about in the Capitol, and back at the D4 house.
When| Vague answer /jazzhands
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of brainwashing/death likely at some point
A. Clara
District Four holds a special place in Anna’s heart. Not because she’s ever been here; on the contrary, this is her first and likely last time. But she’s fought in Four’s name through so many Arenas, bonded with Four’s victors. She’s almost an honorary citizen, at this point. So the battle here is important to her. She wants to do right by her adopted family, wants to ensure that victory is won with minimal damage to their home.
After all, the Capitol must win. But that doesn’t necessitate utter destruction.
She’s shouldered her rifle; her orders had been to scan the perimeter of the action, to ensure that no foul play was at hand, and to alert Capitol medics to any dead or wounded for collection and healing. Her braids are pinned up beneath her helmet to keep them out of the way, and she’s glad for it; it keeps her from being recognized by her trademark. From becoming an even bigger target.
Peering around the corner of a building and into the narrow alleyway that lies there, the princess’s eyes widen. Seeing a Capitol healer isn’t a surprise; seeing her bent over a Districter with bandages in hand is.
She doesn’t say anything yet; just steps into the alleyway quietly, watching with wide eyes, her brain ringing with forced disapproval. She needs to see more clearly what’s really happening; she needs to make a fair decision before she reacts.
B. Sansa
The last time Anna had tried going for a stroll as a distraction from the heaviness of her everyday reality, it had ended in a harsh encounter with a former friend. She’d left in tears and decided not to leave the house for awhile, and had pretty much stayed in until the battle in Four. Now, however, being inside feels lonely, and stifling, without her family unit nearby to ground her. So once more, she takes to the streets to try to calm the worry in her head, to try and distract herself from the chaos her life’s been thrown into. One wouldn’t expect the Princess of Arendelle to be so weighed down, but she’s far from the carefree girl she used to be.
Still, she tries to walk with her head up, to project something like a carefree attitude. She even manages a shaky smile at a few passersby, but it’s not until she spies a young lady walking a dog that her face actually lights up. The girl’s face is vaguely familiar; a former Tribute like Anna, she thinks as she kneels down, her skirt fluttering about her knees as she does, to pet the pup. She glances up at the owner and offers a smile. “Hope you don’t mind. I can’t resist petting such a sweet dog!”
C. Phi
Since the capture of Chuck, Derek, Meulin, and Kurlozt, things have been lonely in the house they all used to share. Anna is by herself, most days, with Max the bulldog for company, and she’s barely holding it together. She’d known District Four would be a difficult battle to fight, but she hadn’t been expecting to lose her whole family unit besides, and the uncertainty as to whether or not she’ll ever see them again, or if they’re even alive, is killing her. Almost as much as being alone is, honestly.
Which is why it’s a relief when Phi stops by the house. The two of them have never been close, never talked much besides a few words in passing here or there, but now Anna is grateful for any familiar face. Besides, she was a tribute of Four. She’s part of their little fold.
The princess works up a little smile as she answers the door, but ends up looking a little sick instead. “Hi. I’m afraid it’s just me around here, but you’re welcome to come, you know, hang out. I could use the company, truth be told…”
What| Catch-all log
Where| D4 during the battle, out and about in the Capitol, and back at the D4 house.
When| Vague answer /jazzhands
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of brainwashing/death likely at some point
A. Clara
District Four holds a special place in Anna’s heart. Not because she’s ever been here; on the contrary, this is her first and likely last time. But she’s fought in Four’s name through so many Arenas, bonded with Four’s victors. She’s almost an honorary citizen, at this point. So the battle here is important to her. She wants to do right by her adopted family, wants to ensure that victory is won with minimal damage to their home.
After all, the Capitol must win. But that doesn’t necessitate utter destruction.
She’s shouldered her rifle; her orders had been to scan the perimeter of the action, to ensure that no foul play was at hand, and to alert Capitol medics to any dead or wounded for collection and healing. Her braids are pinned up beneath her helmet to keep them out of the way, and she’s glad for it; it keeps her from being recognized by her trademark. From becoming an even bigger target.
Peering around the corner of a building and into the narrow alleyway that lies there, the princess’s eyes widen. Seeing a Capitol healer isn’t a surprise; seeing her bent over a Districter with bandages in hand is.
She doesn’t say anything yet; just steps into the alleyway quietly, watching with wide eyes, her brain ringing with forced disapproval. She needs to see more clearly what’s really happening; she needs to make a fair decision before she reacts.
B. Sansa
The last time Anna had tried going for a stroll as a distraction from the heaviness of her everyday reality, it had ended in a harsh encounter with a former friend. She’d left in tears and decided not to leave the house for awhile, and had pretty much stayed in until the battle in Four. Now, however, being inside feels lonely, and stifling, without her family unit nearby to ground her. So once more, she takes to the streets to try to calm the worry in her head, to try and distract herself from the chaos her life’s been thrown into. One wouldn’t expect the Princess of Arendelle to be so weighed down, but she’s far from the carefree girl she used to be.
Still, she tries to walk with her head up, to project something like a carefree attitude. She even manages a shaky smile at a few passersby, but it’s not until she spies a young lady walking a dog that her face actually lights up. The girl’s face is vaguely familiar; a former Tribute like Anna, she thinks as she kneels down, her skirt fluttering about her knees as she does, to pet the pup. She glances up at the owner and offers a smile. “Hope you don’t mind. I can’t resist petting such a sweet dog!”
C. Phi
Since the capture of Chuck, Derek, Meulin, and Kurlozt, things have been lonely in the house they all used to share. Anna is by herself, most days, with Max the bulldog for company, and she’s barely holding it together. She’d known District Four would be a difficult battle to fight, but she hadn’t been expecting to lose her whole family unit besides, and the uncertainty as to whether or not she’ll ever see them again, or if they’re even alive, is killing her. Almost as much as being alone is, honestly.
Which is why it’s a relief when Phi stops by the house. The two of them have never been close, never talked much besides a few words in passing here or there, but now Anna is grateful for any familiar face. Besides, she was a tribute of Four. She’s part of their little fold.
The princess works up a little smile as she answers the door, but ends up looking a little sick instead. “Hi. I’m afraid it’s just me around here, but you’re welcome to come, you know, hang out. I could use the company, truth be told…”
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She's already done too much of that to feel as at ease with herself when she was first brought to Panem.
And, as much as her CO and the Capitol say otherwise, she refuses to see a difference between their soldiers and the people who are doing nothing more than defending their homes.
The man (boy really, he's no older than Dave) she's helping isn't as wounded as some of the others. He won't die right away if his wound isn't treated, but it's stopping the possibility of infection in advance. She doesn't realize anyone's behind her, not yet, and if she knew that it was someone else on the Capitol's side, she might stop winding bandages around the cleaned and stitched up wound on his upper arm. Clara turns around to stuff the bandages back in her small kit bag when she notices the girl watching her. She fights down the urge to grab the boy and run, instead hissing "Go. Now," at him before resuming packing her bag.
As soon as the boy's far enough away she finally sucks in a breath and closes her bag, calling out to her observer. "They don't realize what they're fighting for," she notes, hoping false ignorance is enough to save her ass. She closes and picks up her bag, walking towards her, "And I doubt District 13's medics would spare the time to help them."
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She watches the boy run, her gun still in her hands, perfectly so. She looks far too small to be carrying a gun that big, but she handles it with ease, after so much practice.
"But is it worth it? To risk your own safety, to pass over the ones you're supposed to be healing? Some of our soldiers wouldn't have hesitated to shoot the both of you."
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"Of course it's worth it," she's fighting to keep her voice steady and calm in the face of having a gun trained on her. "Do you know how this makes us look to them? Do you really think District 13 can provide them with the same quality of medical care we can?" She hopes they can, but that isn't the point she's trying to make. "Just think, that single act of mercy's going to eat away at that him. He'll remember that the Capitol helped him every time he sees that scar, not the rebels." It isn't the reason why she does it, but she's been practicing this excuse for a while now, so much that she almost believes it. "Is that really worth shooting someone over?"
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"I wouldn't have shot him. But someone else might have." She feels it's important that Clara knows this. "But we're Victors. We have to be extra careful." They may have never met, but of course Anna knows who she is; she attended her crowning, after all.
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But, even if she's telling the truth, Clara knows that the girl's right. If it had been a Peacekeeper, that boy's brains may have very well wound up on the wall behind her and Clara would have been taken away for...well, she wasn't sure what exactly, and she didn't want to think about it. "Don't you think that, as Victors, we owe it to them to make is clear that the Capitol isn't their enemy?" It's a lie, but it's still what they need to say, what they need to try to believe. She may not have met the girl before, but she recognizes her, and she also knows that they don't have to be enemies, that this isn't right. "Maybe if we set the right example, we can end this war before anymore blood's shed."
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"You're right. I'm sorry, I—" The princess gestures to the war all around them, the sounds of gunfire and people yelling. Dying. "I just got so caught up in everything, I guess I saw what I wanted to and not what really was."