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❛ peter! wait! ❜ the girl pushes her way through the crowded hallways, attempting to catch up with her friend. wendla has always been a very trusting person, with absolutely no suspicions about her friend’s sudden absence earlier in the day. ❛ — i got your notes for english! why weren’t you in class? you missed alot, we finished macbeth! ❜
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“ uh-- just...stuff. ” TRUTH BE TOLD, grateful as he was to her, macbeth was the last thing on his mind. he’d missed class because he’d overslept, and he’d overslept because he’d been out LATE, busting up a robbery a few blocks from the apartment. not that he could tell her that, though. “ guess i learned a lesson about sleeping too late. ” attempt at a laugh, to dispel any awkwardness. “ thanks, though, wendla, really. ”
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it’s sunday and he made a promise so he’s keeping it, knocking on their door with a bag across his back and a small attempt at a good mood on his face. it’s sunday and those are days he spends in the woods, always in the woods, and he’s been doing it with a partner for years so he’s not really sure how to do it alone anymore. it’s sunday and when the young girl answer the door gale grins, it’s fake and flaky but he’s trying. “come on, i’ve got things to show you.”
KATNISS BEING GONE was just something she’d had to get used to. it hadn’t been so bad ( yet ), but that would probably change when the games actually started. for now -- things were QUIET, and she’d opened the door expecting mr. mellark with a food delivery, but this was just as welcome. “ -- like what? ” it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, just -- if it involved leaving, she’d rather NOT. “ not HUNTING, is it? ”
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Reading Times, Pennsylvania, March 26, 1928
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THEY SIT ON THE EDGE OF SHANTYTOWN. ——— Booker is perched on a withered stoop, tending to the leaking WOUND in his hand. He tightens the blue-tinted cloth Elizabeth has GIVEN him, one end in his teeth, the other pulling with UNINJURED fingers.
When he’s finished, he SIGHS, running a hand down his face. ❝ This ain’t gonna be easy, y'know, ❞ he breathes, sitting BACK against the wall behind him. ❝ There’s gonna be an ARMY behind those walls, and I’m gonna need you to give me ALL you’ve got. You understand? ❞
He asks this, knowing how HEAVY their burden has become. He FISHES a bottle of salts out of his pocket, drinking the jewel-toned LIQUID down. The taste is something he’s still getting USED to, but as lightning DANCES from one fingertip to the OTHER ——— Shock Jockey is POWERED up.
He’s READY.
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THERE WAS SOMETHING BITTERSWEET ABOUT IT ALL – this was the only home she’d ever known, but even she knew that appearances could be deceiving, and columbia’s certainly WAS. still, for all the smoke and mirrors, the threats–and his injury–were still very real, hence her own hesitation.
“ perfectly. ” arms were folded, gaze held sharp on his wound – that would, she was almost certain of, need more treatment than just a piece of FABRIC.
“ though i DO still think you should get that looked at properly. ”
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that wasn’t cut it’s canon i don’t fear god or l/ucasfilm
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Deleted Scene: Rose Bites The Hand That Taunts Her
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@starsmarked ( elizabeth ! ) » the girl is the flame .
she doesn’t mean to stare –– really , she doesn’t ! –– she knows how uncomfortable it can be , how the unwanted attention can get under a person’s skin . but she does it without meaning to sometimes , when someone interesting has caught her eye : accustomed is she to sitting up in her tower , gazing down at the people passing by ( far enough away so that they don’t quite realise she’s watching ) that it doesn’t dawn on her until observant eyes meet her own , and she quickly drops her gaze , heat suddenly spreading to her face in embarrassment .
❛ SORRY , I’M , UH . . . SORRY . ❜
THERE WAS SOMETHING...familiar. not about her, per say, but the sensation of a wild spirit, of something -- someone yearning for freedom, much like elizabeth herself had. “ it -- it’s fine, really. ” no harm done, and this WASN’T columbia, so apprehension was nearly non-existent. still -- regardless of location, and regardless of intent, she couldn’t help her own CURIOSITY. she’d never had a friend before, but she could h o p e. “ i’m that interesting, am i? ”
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she giggles, continuing to hold the fork out to him, despite him trying to wrestle it away from her. julia’s signature pout slowly begins to form on her lips at his stubbornness. ❝ c’mon, try it! i promise you’re gonna like it. ❞
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HE COULDN’T SAY NO TO HER, that much was certain. couldn’t say no to the pout either -- which meant there went his resolve. “ well, never did take you for a liar, now did i? ”
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There’s a pause wherein Bel notices the paper the other is holding. It’s early. She hasn’t had a chance to read it yet. Naturally, she has to ask, ‘ Could I take a look at this? ’
SHE’D COME HOME to visit her mother, and michael’s children -- nothing more than that. the headlines, however, were more than enough to catch her attention -- such was the world after war. “ of course. ” paper was handed over to the other woman, with peggy offering a half-smile. “ quite interesting, really -- i thought so, at least. ”
