When she had left from Boston in the days before, Allison had never anticipated being in this type of situation. Ideally, she should have already been in Portland, getting used to her new apartment, exploring the neighborhood and preparing for her first day at the hospital. Instead, she was on this demented hike where things had quickly gone from bad to worse in less than five minutes. In a strange calmness that overcame her, Allison suddenly realized that Torsten knew something she didn't, that the danger he spoke of wasn't an unlikely scenario, it was actually happening, and he had kept the truth from her. Logically, she doubted that the woods of the Cascades were always populated with more than just bears and she was furious that he hadn't bothered to clue her in on anything.
Currently, there was no time to argue about it, and Allison was unsure if she Torsten would even make it out of the field alive. The men that were advancing toward them, large and hulking with tattoos and menacing looks on their prison-hardened faces, looked determined to capture the poor woman who was running away—what was to say they wouldn't be excited to torture two more people?
She started down the hill, with or without the Finn in tow and ignored the sore ache of her feet as she rushed toward the running woman, closing some of the distance between them. A loud explosion erupted behind her, and Allison didn't have time to look back, but the opposing group was down a convict, his head no longer attached to his body. There was a red mist settling on top of the grass, and yet another convict had taken up a full sprint toward them, but was now aiming for Torsten. She hoped he had enough bullets to handle them all. Now, she was running as well, needing to reach the unnamed Amish woman before anyone else had a chance to grab her again. Her run was slowing, she didn't look good.
Then, another one of the men was put down, his chest blown apart by another one of Torsten's bullets. The last one had a bit of sense about him, and took off toward the tree line, not wanting to get shot. Allison didn't care where he went, as long as he wasn't coming after the Amish woman anymore. She had just reached her after collapsing, and Allison knelt down beside her, horrified and disgusted by what the prisoners had done. It was sadistic and cruel and Allison already knew that she couldn't save her. Even at the best hospitals, with the best doctors, she had already lost too much blood and the field provided nothing, even for the sake of stabilization.
“You're safe now,” Allison told her, brushing back her sweaty, brown hair from her face. She was pretty, innocent-looking and more than likely had lived her life the same way. “They're not going to hurt you anymore.”
All the woman could do was cry and gasp, mumbling of the pain and all of the blood. Allison reached down and tore a sizable amount of cloth from the hem of the woman's dress, which had originally been a soft, blue color. Gently, but quickly, she wrapped the fabric around the woman's chest, making sure that it was tight. It wouldn't stop the bleeding, nothing would, but it would be slowed some and hopefully make her a little more comfortable. Allison's hands were stained with blood, but the woman reached for her anyway, seeking comfort and there was a lump in her throat that was hard to swallow when Allison could only imagine what kind of torture this woman had endured.
“What's your name?” she asked softly, squeezing the woman's hand in her own.
Her breathing was shallow, and the look in her soft, brown eyes looked far away. “Mary,” she said. “Mary.”
Mary licked her lips, dry from the running and heavy breathing. “They came into the church. I was praying...”
Allison felt her eyes brim with tears, and she knew that if anyone from med school could see her now, they would probably be judging her. No doctor was ever supposed to make an emotional connection with a patient, but this was different. They were out in a field and this woman had done nothing to have such horrors inflicted upon her. “I'm sorry, Mary,” was all Allison could say. “I'm sorry.”
Behind her, Allison could hear Torsten approaching, and Mary was beginning to slip away. Her eyes fluttered closed, her breathing became more shallow and rapid and the blood loss was finally catching up to her. Allison continued to hold her hand, wanting to be some sort of comfort and safety for this woman in her final moments. It was hard to tell if this was appreciated, or if Mary even knew what was happening, but it wasn't long before she took her last breath and her hand went limp in Allison's grasp. She checked her pulse, foolishly, knowing that there would be nothing there.
“She's gone,” she told Torsten, gently crossing Mary's arms over her chest. She looked peaceful that way, almost as if she were asleep. Allison wiped her eyes on her sleeve, stifling the urge to break down and cry in the wake of such horror and emotional trauma.
“You didn't get all of them, did you?”
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As was the case with most young girls, Narcissa had been planning her wedding for ages. For quite a long time, and like the other women in her family, she assumed that a husband would be arranged for her, in order to keep the bloodline pure. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black wasn't open to just anyone, and the family name had been mixed and mingled with only the most prominent wizard families throughout the United Kingdom. The notion that someone would be found for her had vanished when Narcissa met Lucius Malfoy, though. He was everything she had ever wanted in a man, and more importantly, his status would serve to impress her family, and win their approval within seconds of meeting. She considered herself lucky to be with him and not be stuck with the leftover Lestrange brother.
It didn't seem as though Andromeda wanted him either, which was a good thing. Lucius talked of him being just dreadful and from what Narcissa herself had heard of the other sibling, that family was sparse in the way of looks, charms, and brains. In spite of the recent marriage of her oldest sister, Narcissa still thought that Bellatrix could have done better. When she had been at Hogwarts, there were plenty of boys after her and the family name, but she had gone and settled. Honestly, the young blonde resented her for it.
Andromeda was different, though. She wouldn't be settling for anyone and although Ted Tonks' veins ran filled with tainted blood, he made her sister happy and that was all Narcissa could ask for. Andromeda meant so much to her that she could have gone and married a Hippogriff and Narcissa would have found a way to celebrate. “It doesn't matter if you want to get married,” she retorted with an airy laugh, “you have to. It's your duty.” She spoke with more than a hint of sarcasm then, and although she was traditional, being forced into marriage was archaic and unnecessary.
When the older girl mentioned a surprise, Narcissa sat up, very much interested. “What is it?” she asked, grinning as she poked lightly through her sister's suitcase on the bed. From the bag, the brunette produced a parcel and placed it in her hands, the weight of it was light and Narcissa wondered what it could be. Before she asked another question, Andromeda was already unwrapping the paper, folding it back to produce a gorgeous, silver-colored dress. The fabric managed to sparkle in the low light, twinkling like a bright star and Narcissa couldn't believe that such a piece was for her.
“You made this?” she asked, bouncing off of the bed and over to the mirror with the silky dress, holding it up to her body over her clothes. She turned from side to side, inspecting the garment from all angles. “This is beautiful,” she turned back to her sister, who was continuing to unpack. “Thank you.” She may have been rich, but Narcissa had manners, and this gift, which wasn't even for Christmas, was incredibly thoughtful. “I'll have to get you something extra before the holiday. Perhaps something that will get you out of that house more often!”
Narcissa called out to one of the many elves that were scurrying their way around the manor and handed the dress off to the creature with instructions to put it in a safe place in her room. The blonde knew that such an incredible gift could be entrusted with the help, even if she didn't like that their grimy hands would be on the fabric. She saw them less as sentient beings and more as mobile features of the house, the little odds and ends that kept things running smoothly. Narcissa never really had picked a favorite, but the one she had given her dress to had been following her around since she had been small. If the bug-eyed creature hadn't been in the house, things simply wouldn't have been the same.
Turning back to Andromeda, Narcissa accepted the flower from her sister. “When do I get to meet Ted?” she asked, tucking the daisy behind her ear. The white petals and yellow center matched nicely with her white-blonde hair and she examined herself in the mirror once more before coming back to sit on the bed as her older sister talked of actually missing Hogwarts. Personally, Narcissa couldn't wait to be out of that place, and she hoped that she wouldn't have to see it again for as long as she lived. At this point in her life, the castle was just stifling and stagnant, something she had grown bored with. Then again, when none of her friends were around, even the most fun of activities and places could have come across as dull.
“I would love your notes, Dromeda,” Narcissa nodded. “The class is at the crack of dawn and I simply can't stay away with that old bag droning on and on...and on, and on, and on.” She giggled softly and made herself comfortable, ready to give the dark-haired woman the rundown on the current state of the school. “Gryffindor is set to win the House Cup again. I swear, it's been rigged by Dumbledore. Quidditch is fine, Slytherin has won most of their matches even if they do look sort of pathetic without Malfoy out there as seeker. Trelawney set fire to the Divination's room a few months ago, something with tea leaves. Don't ask me how something wet could just spontaneously combust that way, but that woman managed to make it happen. Honestly, it's kind of a mess.”
Batting playfully at the scarf in her face, Narcissa breathed a happy sigh. “Lucius is...lovely.” She flopped back on the bed once more, smiling as she thought of him. “He writes me all the time, can't wait for me to graduate so we can get married and travel. He's set to get a job at the Ministry with his father.” It was quite the accomplishment and Narcissa couldn't have been more proud of her boyfriend. “You'll get to see him at Auntie's party.”
It didn't seem as though Andromeda wanted him either, which was a good thing. Lucius talked of him being just dreadful and from what Narcissa herself had heard of the other sibling, that family was sparse in the way of looks, charms, and brains. In spite of the recent marriage of her oldest sister, Narcissa still thought that Bellatrix could have done better. When she had been at Hogwarts, there were plenty of boys after her and the family name, but she had gone and settled. Honestly, the young blonde resented her for it.
Andromeda was different, though. She wouldn't be settling for anyone and although Ted Tonks' veins ran filled with tainted blood, he made her sister happy and that was all Narcissa could ask for. Andromeda meant so much to her that she could have gone and married a Hippogriff and Narcissa would have found a way to celebrate. “It doesn't matter if you want to get married,” she retorted with an airy laugh, “you have to. It's your duty.” She spoke with more than a hint of sarcasm then, and although she was traditional, being forced into marriage was archaic and unnecessary.
When the older girl mentioned a surprise, Narcissa sat up, very much interested. “What is it?” she asked, grinning as she poked lightly through her sister's suitcase on the bed. From the bag, the brunette produced a parcel and placed it in her hands, the weight of it was light and Narcissa wondered what it could be. Before she asked another question, Andromeda was already unwrapping the paper, folding it back to produce a gorgeous, silver-colored dress. The fabric managed to sparkle in the low light, twinkling like a bright star and Narcissa couldn't believe that such a piece was for her.
“You made this?” she asked, bouncing off of the bed and over to the mirror with the silky dress, holding it up to her body over her clothes. She turned from side to side, inspecting the garment from all angles. “This is beautiful,” she turned back to her sister, who was continuing to unpack. “Thank you.” She may have been rich, but Narcissa had manners, and this gift, which wasn't even for Christmas, was incredibly thoughtful. “I'll have to get you something extra before the holiday. Perhaps something that will get you out of that house more often!”
Narcissa called out to one of the many elves that were scurrying their way around the manor and handed the dress off to the creature with instructions to put it in a safe place in her room. The blonde knew that such an incredible gift could be entrusted with the help, even if she didn't like that their grimy hands would be on the fabric. She saw them less as sentient beings and more as mobile features of the house, the little odds and ends that kept things running smoothly. Narcissa never really had picked a favorite, but the one she had given her dress to had been following her around since she had been small. If the bug-eyed creature hadn't been in the house, things simply wouldn't have been the same.
Turning back to Andromeda, Narcissa accepted the flower from her sister. “When do I get to meet Ted?” she asked, tucking the daisy behind her ear. The white petals and yellow center matched nicely with her white-blonde hair and she examined herself in the mirror once more before coming back to sit on the bed as her older sister talked of actually missing Hogwarts. Personally, Narcissa couldn't wait to be out of that place, and she hoped that she wouldn't have to see it again for as long as she lived. At this point in her life, the castle was just stifling and stagnant, something she had grown bored with. Then again, when none of her friends were around, even the most fun of activities and places could have come across as dull.
“I would love your notes, Dromeda,” Narcissa nodded. “The class is at the crack of dawn and I simply can't stay away with that old bag droning on and on...and on, and on, and on.” She giggled softly and made herself comfortable, ready to give the dark-haired woman the rundown on the current state of the school. “Gryffindor is set to win the House Cup again. I swear, it's been rigged by Dumbledore. Quidditch is fine, Slytherin has won most of their matches even if they do look sort of pathetic without Malfoy out there as seeker. Trelawney set fire to the Divination's room a few months ago, something with tea leaves. Don't ask me how something wet could just spontaneously combust that way, but that woman managed to make it happen. Honestly, it's kind of a mess.”
Batting playfully at the scarf in her face, Narcissa breathed a happy sigh. “Lucius is...lovely.” She flopped back on the bed once more, smiling as she thought of him. “He writes me all the time, can't wait for me to graduate so we can get married and travel. He's set to get a job at the Ministry with his father.” It was quite the accomplishment and Narcissa couldn't have been more proud of her boyfriend. “You'll get to see him at Auntie's party.”
Looking forward to it :3
That sucks :c I hate it when people don't stick around, and when they try to make the RP all about their characters. Back when I first started to hit my stride, I had a few partners like that and I ended up ending the RP because they got on my nerves. Indie accounts on tumblr are no less of a pain in the ass, tbh. I was there as a canon DC comics character for about nine months, and I was fairly popular, but there's so much competition and ego from everyone and it really ends up bringing out the worst in people. I wish the guild had more canon DC RP.
Haha, I actually went through two other doctors before I found this guy. He's awesome and I really like him. He even said my last doctor was stupid because all he did was poke my ankle and tell me I was fine, then he shoved anti-inflammatories at me that I said I didn't want. But lol, no I'm not looking for a peg leg, even if it would be kind of cool.
Lmao, snoop! No, but I write a lot when I'm prompted. I don't mind smaller posts either. I think if I had to do 1000+ words for all of my active roleplays I'd probably be hiding somewhere and procrastinating, haha. Angst is my fav, tbh. I like fluff, but I like to my characters suffer >__>
It did look really good! I wish I had kept up with it. My TV schedule is a mess, though. I had to choose between Chicago PD and AHS this week and I was not happy I:
Haha, I actually went through two other doctors before I found this guy. He's awesome and I really like him. He even said my last doctor was stupid because all he did was poke my ankle and tell me I was fine, then he shoved anti-inflammatories at me that I said I didn't want. But lol, no I'm not looking for a peg leg, even if it would be kind of cool.
Lmao, snoop! No, but I write a lot when I'm prompted. I don't mind smaller posts either. I think if I had to do 1000+ words for all of my active roleplays I'd probably be hiding somewhere and procrastinating, haha. Angst is my fav, tbh. I like fluff, but I like to my characters suffer >__>
It did look really good! I wish I had kept up with it. My TV schedule is a mess, though. I had to choose between Chicago PD and AHS this week and I was not happy I:
I tried to admin a tumblr RP once. Ugh >____> Relying on tags to get apps is the worst. Worse, some of the people I did accept were drama queens. Needless to say, it died and I moved onto indie accounts. Now I do my playing here because the tumblr RP community is kind of toxic.
Thankfully, I have decent insurance. I just never go to the doctor if I can help it. It's just a waste to me, and I hate waiting in the waiting room. So with my ankle, I just threw some ice on it and waited for the bruising to go away. Like, as long as I could move my toes, I didn't care.
I didn't mean to sound like you should edit yourself D: I love your posts, so write as much as you like. We mentioned letting them have some fluff, so I figured they would be on the smaller side. This has actually been good for me, because I was in a serious slump for a while. I could barely write three small paragraphs and now all of the sudden I'm back to where I used to be. Muse is weird.
I haven't watched too many of the old Trek episodes, but I like the older movies. The new movies really drew me in, tbh, they're so colorful. Chris Pine being there helps too, lol. I always forget about BBC shows. I tried to watch that new one, Intruders, but I kept forgetting when it was on and then I lost track of it :c
Thankfully, I have decent insurance. I just never go to the doctor if I can help it. It's just a waste to me, and I hate waiting in the waiting room. So with my ankle, I just threw some ice on it and waited for the bruising to go away. Like, as long as I could move my toes, I didn't care.
I didn't mean to sound like you should edit yourself D: I love your posts, so write as much as you like. We mentioned letting them have some fluff, so I figured they would be on the smaller side. This has actually been good for me, because I was in a serious slump for a while. I could barely write three small paragraphs and now all of the sudden I'm back to where I used to be. Muse is weird.
I haven't watched too many of the old Trek episodes, but I like the older movies. The new movies really drew me in, tbh, they're so colorful. Chris Pine being there helps too, lol. I always forget about BBC shows. I tried to watch that new one, Intruders, but I kept forgetting when it was on and then I lost track of it :c
In person is definitely better. Enjoy your time with him :3
Yeah, hopefully D; 1x1's are pretty hit and miss, though. I'd venture out into group RP if I had the first clue on how to make it work in a forum setting. I used to do it all the time on tumblr, but I've never done it on a medium like this. I've heard group RP tends to be a little more friendly?
I think he was just trying to fix the way I walk with the brace. Ever since I hurt it, I definitely don't walk the same. I end up going down our basement stairs sideways and there are certain ways I step where it still feels freshly sprained. Guess we'll see tomorrow though! In the future, I'll probably just suck it up and go to the doctor or the hospital.
Go ahead and post if you want! And don't worry about paragraphs per person. Cut it down if you want, but don't feel like you have to bust out a novel. These next few posts are going to be dialogue and there's only so much you can. But nah, you're not making me feel obligated or anything. Especially if you don't have anything to do. I'm going to be up a little longer, probably. Insomnia I: but I'm just watching Kitchen Nightmares on BBC.
Yeah, hopefully D; 1x1's are pretty hit and miss, though. I'd venture out into group RP if I had the first clue on how to make it work in a forum setting. I used to do it all the time on tumblr, but I've never done it on a medium like this. I've heard group RP tends to be a little more friendly?
I think he was just trying to fix the way I walk with the brace. Ever since I hurt it, I definitely don't walk the same. I end up going down our basement stairs sideways and there are certain ways I step where it still feels freshly sprained. Guess we'll see tomorrow though! In the future, I'll probably just suck it up and go to the doctor or the hospital.
Go ahead and post if you want! And don't worry about paragraphs per person. Cut it down if you want, but don't feel like you have to bust out a novel. These next few posts are going to be dialogue and there's only so much you can. But nah, you're not making me feel obligated or anything. Especially if you don't have anything to do. I'm going to be up a little longer, probably. Insomnia I: but I'm just watching Kitchen Nightmares on BBC.
How long has he been gone?
I understand that too, and that's totally fine with me but when they act like I'm annoying them it's a problem and then I want to drop the RP. But omg, it was so dumb, haha. Last summer, I was working out and I went down into a push up from a jumping jack and jammed my toes into the floor, which pushed the top part of my ankle up into where it connects to my leg. I never went to the doctor for it because it wasn't broken, just sprained and that wasn't the first time I had a sprain. So, I let it go. Winter came around and I got really horrid arthritis where I hurt it. So I finally got around to doing something about the pain instead of just ignoring it. I got some x-rays and there's a little bit of arthritis but not as much as I thought, so I was given a brace and told to come back in two months (which is tomorrow) and we're going from there. There was talk of PT but he wants to see if anything has improved. /long winded explanation lol
And yep! About a half hour per character, so I think I made pretty good time :3
I understand that too, and that's totally fine with me but when they act like I'm annoying them it's a problem and then I want to drop the RP. But omg, it was so dumb, haha. Last summer, I was working out and I went down into a push up from a jumping jack and jammed my toes into the floor, which pushed the top part of my ankle up into where it connects to my leg. I never went to the doctor for it because it wasn't broken, just sprained and that wasn't the first time I had a sprain. So, I let it go. Winter came around and I got really horrid arthritis where I hurt it. So I finally got around to doing something about the pain instead of just ignoring it. I got some x-rays and there's a little bit of arthritis but not as much as I thought, so I was given a brace and told to come back in two months (which is tomorrow) and we're going from there. There was talk of PT but he wants to see if anything has improved. /long winded explanation lol
And yep! About a half hour per character, so I think I made pretty good time :3
In the weeks that followed the announcement of the latest Quarter Quell, Haymitch had his life turned upside down. Sometimes, he really hated that Peeta and Katniss had won their games, and the aging Victor would have loved nothing more than to hide away in his house, and stay drunk until the damn train came to take him to the Capitol to die. Instead, the two of them had devised a plan to get him clean and whip him into shape for the arena. Haymitch still had every intention of taking Peeta's place, and that wasn't going to change, but there was a method to his madness and he didn't appreciate not being able to make his own decisions.
Those first days without liquor were hard. Haymitch found himself shaking, sweating, vomiting and wishing for death. Thanks to Peeta, his stash had been cleaned out, mercilessly dumped down the drain, never to be heard of again. Going cold turkey had been hard, but as the days went by, Haymitch felt better and better. Of course, there were new issues to deal with when it came to sobriety, like the night terrors that plagued his no longer intoxicated mind and the stress of knowing that the Quarter Quell was just around the corner. The winter wouldn't last for much longer, and then the Reaping would come.
When Haymitch had finally gathered enough strength to leave the house, he started to train with Katniss and Peeta. It was nice to have the boy around, he was a natural buffer between himself and Katniss, whose personality grated on his raw nerves even worse now that he was sober. There had been a few shouting matches between the two of them, and Haymitch didn't think the Girl On Fire was taking things as seriously as she could have been. Winning the games, being the solitary Victor through sheer brutality and wits, was difficult. The goal was for Katniss to win, to come home and finally put all of this behind her. Haymitch didn't like being asked to die is training was going to be treated like it was fun.
The weather was caught between winter and sprint, with chilly days and cold nights, and Haymitch had been following Katniss through the wilds behind 12 for the better part of the afternoon. It was extra training, now consisting of just the two of them since Peeta's leg was giving him trouble. Every time he was reminded of that damn leg, it was became that much more difficult to be cross with the baker—he wouldn't have lasted two minutes in another games with a handicap like that.
Even though they were now minus a foil, he and Katniss were getting along just fine. The sun had began to dip low in the sky when it was finally time for a break. Large rocks had sat baking in the sun all day, and that would make for a perfect seat, long enough to rest before heading back into town. Haymitch pulled himself up onto the structure after helping Katniss up before him. “Victors who can't climb a rock don't last long,” he agreed, feeling the need to remind her. Letting out a deep breath into the cold air, Haymitch rubbed his gloved hands together. “Any hopes for the arena?” he asked. The Games weren't the only thing to talk about, but they were the most present and obvious. Haymitch had never been a conversationalist anyway.
Back in the Victor's Village, Prim had been keeping herself busy as usual. When she wasn't cooking or cleaning up the house, her nose was stuck in a book, reading up on healing and learning more about the plants in the area, along with new natural remedies for just about everything. There was no telling when this sort of information would come in handy. One major plus to keeping her mind occupied was that the young blonde wouldn't have to think about Gale. Their conversation from the week before hadn't gone well, and Prim had stayed mad at him in the days that followed. However, she quickly let go of her anger and was left with a sadness for that apparent failure of the friendship. She missed him, especially now that Katniss was gone so often to train with Peeta and Haymitch.
The day had gone on without incident. Katniss had left in the morning before Prim herself had even woken up. She did a little sewing with her mother and then started on dinner for that evening in the early afternoon. The blonde suspected that it would just be her and her mother, but she hoped that Katniss would come home for a meal, and she didn't mind if her older sister dragged Haymitch and Peeta as well. When the house was full, Prim felt more secure. She wasn't used to such a large space, considering where she had lived before, and people helped to make everything more cozy.
It was late in the evening, close to sunset when the doorbell ran and Prim jumped slightly, startled. No one ever rang the bell. Frowning, she closed her book and listened closely, able to hear her mother talking to someone, but she couldn't quite make out the conversation. It wasn't until she was called did she come out and see Gale standing in the doorway. He seemed bashful, as if he didn't really want to be there. Briefly, Prim wondered if he was still upset with her, or if they really weren't going to be friends ever again.
“Have you eaten?” she asked, surprised to find her voice so easily. Primrose was never one for confrontation. “Dinner is almost ready, and if Katniss isn't coming home, we'll have plenty.” An extended invitation was as much as Prim could handle. If Gale rejected it, she wasn't likely to ever try again. She bit at her lip, her fingers curling around a loose thread found on the hem of her sweater. He made her so nervous; it wasn't fair.
Those first days without liquor were hard. Haymitch found himself shaking, sweating, vomiting and wishing for death. Thanks to Peeta, his stash had been cleaned out, mercilessly dumped down the drain, never to be heard of again. Going cold turkey had been hard, but as the days went by, Haymitch felt better and better. Of course, there were new issues to deal with when it came to sobriety, like the night terrors that plagued his no longer intoxicated mind and the stress of knowing that the Quarter Quell was just around the corner. The winter wouldn't last for much longer, and then the Reaping would come.
When Haymitch had finally gathered enough strength to leave the house, he started to train with Katniss and Peeta. It was nice to have the boy around, he was a natural buffer between himself and Katniss, whose personality grated on his raw nerves even worse now that he was sober. There had been a few shouting matches between the two of them, and Haymitch didn't think the Girl On Fire was taking things as seriously as she could have been. Winning the games, being the solitary Victor through sheer brutality and wits, was difficult. The goal was for Katniss to win, to come home and finally put all of this behind her. Haymitch didn't like being asked to die is training was going to be treated like it was fun.
The weather was caught between winter and sprint, with chilly days and cold nights, and Haymitch had been following Katniss through the wilds behind 12 for the better part of the afternoon. It was extra training, now consisting of just the two of them since Peeta's leg was giving him trouble. Every time he was reminded of that damn leg, it was became that much more difficult to be cross with the baker—he wouldn't have lasted two minutes in another games with a handicap like that.
Even though they were now minus a foil, he and Katniss were getting along just fine. The sun had began to dip low in the sky when it was finally time for a break. Large rocks had sat baking in the sun all day, and that would make for a perfect seat, long enough to rest before heading back into town. Haymitch pulled himself up onto the structure after helping Katniss up before him. “Victors who can't climb a rock don't last long,” he agreed, feeling the need to remind her. Letting out a deep breath into the cold air, Haymitch rubbed his gloved hands together. “Any hopes for the arena?” he asked. The Games weren't the only thing to talk about, but they were the most present and obvious. Haymitch had never been a conversationalist anyway.
Back in the Victor's Village, Prim had been keeping herself busy as usual. When she wasn't cooking or cleaning up the house, her nose was stuck in a book, reading up on healing and learning more about the plants in the area, along with new natural remedies for just about everything. There was no telling when this sort of information would come in handy. One major plus to keeping her mind occupied was that the young blonde wouldn't have to think about Gale. Their conversation from the week before hadn't gone well, and Prim had stayed mad at him in the days that followed. However, she quickly let go of her anger and was left with a sadness for that apparent failure of the friendship. She missed him, especially now that Katniss was gone so often to train with Peeta and Haymitch.
The day had gone on without incident. Katniss had left in the morning before Prim herself had even woken up. She did a little sewing with her mother and then started on dinner for that evening in the early afternoon. The blonde suspected that it would just be her and her mother, but she hoped that Katniss would come home for a meal, and she didn't mind if her older sister dragged Haymitch and Peeta as well. When the house was full, Prim felt more secure. She wasn't used to such a large space, considering where she had lived before, and people helped to make everything more cozy.
It was late in the evening, close to sunset when the doorbell ran and Prim jumped slightly, startled. No one ever rang the bell. Frowning, she closed her book and listened closely, able to hear her mother talking to someone, but she couldn't quite make out the conversation. It wasn't until she was called did she come out and see Gale standing in the doorway. He seemed bashful, as if he didn't really want to be there. Briefly, Prim wondered if he was still upset with her, or if they really weren't going to be friends ever again.
“Have you eaten?” she asked, surprised to find her voice so easily. Primrose was never one for confrontation. “Dinner is almost ready, and if Katniss isn't coming home, we'll have plenty.” An extended invitation was as much as Prim could handle. If Gale rejected it, she wasn't likely to ever try again. She bit at her lip, her fingers curling around a loose thread found on the hem of her sweater. He made her so nervous; it wasn't fair.
Oh, that's great. Seems like there's a lot to keep her in good spirits!
Yeah, I agree. With past partners of mine, they were so mute with me that I felt bothersome even when I would suggest ideas D; But I don't mind if you talk about your mom, haha. Let it outtt. Not much is going on with me. I went to the doctor yesterday for my flu shot I: and then tomorrow I have to go to a different doctor for my ankle. I'm hoping I'll finally get the OK for physical therapy.
Yeah, I agree. With past partners of mine, they were so mute with me that I felt bothersome even when I would suggest ideas D; But I don't mind if you talk about your mom, haha. Let it outtt. Not much is going on with me. I went to the doctor yesterday for my flu shot I: and then tomorrow I have to go to a different doctor for my ankle. I'm hoping I'll finally get the OK for physical therapy.
That's good then. I'm sure she'll be glad to be home. Hospitals are so exhausting sometimes. And I hope your dogs don't pee on her cast, haha. That would be horrible (and kind of really funny)
True, true. It helps that you're actually around though and that you actually want to plot, so I stay excited about this thread. I like my other threads too, but this one seems to move faster than the others even though we have pretty large posts. Plus, you're good to talk to. I always feel really awkward and annoying when it's clear my partner doesn't want to chat and be friendly.
True, true. It helps that you're actually around though and that you actually want to plot, so I stay excited about this thread. I like my other threads too, but this one seems to move faster than the others even though we have pretty large posts. Plus, you're good to talk to. I always feel really awkward and annoying when it's clear my partner doesn't want to chat and be friendly.
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