Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2014 12:37:16 GMT -7
She had always hated this room, ever since she had watched Finnick be reaped and then her own reaping just a short two years later. Her memories of the game even to this day were vivid enough where she covered her ears and hummed quietly until they left her alone again until they surfaced again. Since she had been there she had rarely spoken to anyone, as was the norm when Annie would come she watched silently and did what was needed. Finnick and Mags were the ones who the tributes looked to, not Annie the loon of district four. Shaking her head she undressed and sighed as she stepped into the shower, closing her eyes she set it perfectly and let the water hit her.
Staying in the shower for nearly an hour she sighed quietly she stepped out and dried and dressed herself, tying her hair back she looked in the mirror and then away. Even to this day she could see the scars that had been left in the games, the scars that only a victor could see when they looked at each other or in a mirror. The scars that were mental, the ones that faded over time yet never went away…they would never go away. Shaking her head she made her way downstairs slowly, grabbing some water she drank slowly before she wandered into the main hall.
She had expected most to be asleep at this time of night, the games were almost upon them. They would be entering the arena and she would be back to her nightmares, the days where she retreated and let the others gather sponsors. Where she would very rarely even leave the room that had been given to her by the capital. Looking up as she noticed she was alone she frowned and bit her lip, debating just leaving him alone yet…she stayed where she was.
“Jack you should be in bed” she told him her voice soft, yet still scratchy from a lack of use.
Staying in the shower for nearly an hour she sighed quietly she stepped out and dried and dressed herself, tying her hair back she looked in the mirror and then away. Even to this day she could see the scars that had been left in the games, the scars that only a victor could see when they looked at each other or in a mirror. The scars that were mental, the ones that faded over time yet never went away…they would never go away. Shaking her head she made her way downstairs slowly, grabbing some water she drank slowly before she wandered into the main hall.
She had expected most to be asleep at this time of night, the games were almost upon them. They would be entering the arena and she would be back to her nightmares, the days where she retreated and let the others gather sponsors. Where she would very rarely even leave the room that had been given to her by the capital. Looking up as she noticed she was alone she frowned and bit her lip, debating just leaving him alone yet…she stayed where she was.
“Jack you should be in bed” she told him her voice soft, yet still scratchy from a lack of use.