[[ wOAH I haven't been around a lot lately and you deserve to know why so explanation under the cut, some cw for chronic pain and illness and stuff ]]
[[ my drama teacher finally told us what the fall play is and i'm so PUMPED but picking one of the monologues offered to us is really damn hard ]]
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how do you leave the past behind
when it keeps finding ways to get to your нєαят?
it reaches way down deep
and tears you { inside out }
‘til you’re ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴀ ᴘ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ .
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exstinguitur
“Let’s use that energy you spend apologizing to heal instead okay? You can ask questions - as long as it doesn’t get us killed.”
She couldn’t stand apologies. She only gave them when she was at wit’s end or when she knew she really fucked up.
Katniss stumbled the two girls through the rubble with ears open to hear stray rocks roll off. She kept her footsteps slow, not wanting to cause anymore damage to the woman than what had already been done.
A stone rolled off into her direction and froze the girl on fire. She looked up sharply and caught a man in white garb. Katniss prepared herself to put the injured girl down and pull out her bow. But another arrow shot from the darkness and into the peacekeeper. She looked back and exhaled in relief. “Thanks, Gale. Can you run to the base and tell Prim we have a girl with a broken leg who needs attention asap and send someone to help me get her here.”
”But she’s -” he attempted to point out.
”I’m aware of that but she needs help and I’m not here to kill innocent people. She hasn’t done anything wrong. Just go and get help ready!”
Katniss turned to the woman, “You’re going to be fine.”
She was too young and innocent for this environment, she wondered how she even managed to get out this far. But Snow had a thing for sending those people into slaughterhouses.
That’s how this whole thing started - because of the death of a little girl. Because she was sentenced to death for being kind and innocent.
okay. okay, she'll be quiet. she's good at being quiet, at blending in to the wall and not being seen. but she's not so sure how to camouflage in this bombed-out landscape, and it's hard to hide the way her hands shake when they're not cloaked in gloves and steadied around the stem of a wine glass. this isn't right. and when the peacekeeper is suddenly dead can you blame her for giving off a soft sort of whimper and shutting her eyes. she's too soft for this. too soft for the constant death and pain all around her. but she listens to the two converse before nodding a bit when spoken to. just like she was always told to. she's always been good at that. "a...alright. th-thank you."
jonaslies replied to your post:[[ quietly watches the maze runner roleplayers...
{ she could be one of the scientists and interact with them once they’re outside the maze }
[[ hmmMMMm that is a good idea. i might just do that. ]]
[[ quietly watches the maze runner roleplayers from afar ]]
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exstinguitur
”You haven’t done anything wrong. I don’t believe in killing people like that. I’m not Snow. People shouldn’t be governed by fear.”
She was just an innocent piece in this game called Revolution. Too many people were already dead - only one person was supposed to die.
a small gasp slips from her lips as the broken limb is jostled. she should be fighting more. trying to escape from the rebel girl. but she's just so very tired of it all. of the constant fighting, of sleepless nights worrying about her family, of coriolanus always being in some meeting or another. she's just so tired. "....th-thank you. i. i'm sorry."
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“We’re not going to hurt you. I promise.”
This action would spark more violence. The Capitol would make it into a kidnapping. But Katniss wouldn’t even use the woman as leverage to get Peeta back. That wouldn’t be right. Peeta would hate her for it.
"why?" she's scared. she's scared and she can't say she blames herself for it. anyone in this position would be. it's help, yes, but it's help from a group of people whose main goal is to bring down her husband. why should she trust them so quickly? but her leg is hurting so much and she's shaking like a leaf and she just wants to go home. that's all she wants. dark eyes are wet but remain roaming the land around them for any sign of attack.
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”I need you to put as much pressure on me as you can, then. Don’t worry about bruising me. I’m going to try to find someone to help me keep your weight off your broken leg.” She grabbed the woman’s arm and wrapped it around her shoulders. ”You’re injured. It’s fine. If you over exert yourself you’re going to make it worse and being stuck in a cast will seem like a dream.” Katniss looked around their surroundings - no Finnick or Gale. Damn. ”I need you to keep a lookout for me though. Let me know if anything is overhead or if anyone looks like they’re about to kill us. I can’t shoot with one arm.”
that's something she's good at. doing what she's told. so she does just that, leaning her weight against katniss everdeen and doing her very best to not over exert herself. a small nod is the first response to her words and brown eyes busy themselves in keeping an eye out. "a-alright."
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”I’m helping you because you need help. You don’t need to apologize for wondering.” She didn’t know why she was either. Maybe it was because she only wanted one casualty and not many - she didn’t want a war after all. Katniss was not a cruel person. She killed for survival, the same reason she killed a deer when she found one. “Okay before I help you get up I need you to tell me what kind of pain is it. If it’s really bad I’m going to have to call in a medical team.”
eyes look at the younger woman in something of a mix of confusion and fear. the mockingjay is surely a better person than linnet. had their roles been reversed the blonde isn't so sure she would be so quick to help. "i— it f-feels broken." she broke her arm once, when she was fifteen. one of her school friends had dared her to try to scale the side of one of the hulking factories. she'd fallen and the bone had snapped clean and she'd been in so much trouble for so long. it's not the sort of pain you forget. in fact, it's not the sort of pain she would usually be able to take so well. these last months of her life have been hell, though, and the pretty little bird has tried her best to toughen her exterior. that doesn't stop the tears from welling in her eyes or the way her shaky breaths shudder and stick to the inside of her ribs. "it's f-fine, though. i can walk. a-at least until we're out of... out of h-here."
she's nearly forgotten which victor is which at this point, but these two have certainly stuck in the forefront of her mind. how could they not be? not only are they spattered across every screen, the inherent defiance of their win has caught in her chest a bit. thus her quiet watching of peeta mellark from over her glass, an odd sort of look in her eyes. and when the surge of people surrounding the young men has seemed to fade just a bit, she lets herself melt from her spot against the wall and glide quietly towards him. "mr. mellark. it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
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“I’ll help hold you up but I don’t have a lot of upper body strength so I need you to help me out as well.”
"i...alright. i-i...why are you helping me? sorry. sorry, i'll...of course. it— it's the left leg. th-there's something wrong with it."
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gloomyvictor
❝ i can’t understand the message.
what is it saying again? ❞
"it's a— a warning, i think? it's quite a bit...fuzzy, i suppose."
[[ would anyone like a starter? ]]
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"I dunno. I let myself in. I’m the Doctor.’
"what? how? there are...there are peacekeepers stationed at every entrance. how did you let yourself in?"