on uncertain waters [annie; post 92nd]

she is sitting for this one.

there is a rumble in the justice building that could be heard through all the rooms. usually, the quiet is the only thing that annie can trust in, seeing as only a few people were allowed into the building following the sickness that had taken patricia's life. she took extra precaution when it came to the importance of staying healthy. however, that didnt mean that she didnt watch people she knew get sick.

not everyone could be as fortunate as her.

she did what she could. she focused on getting doctors from six into the homes of her district, no matter what the cost was. she even allocated extra funds to each one that come in order to help contain the plague as much as she could.

it had been what felt like months. the games had ended and neither tribute from four made it out. to make it even worse, one of them had killed the other, which had already created some unrest amongst the citizens, specifically the parents of careers. annie wondered what happened to the days where the tributes from four at least were cordial with each other. she thinks about wander and shakes her head, hoping that theyd stop by sometime soon.

it had been a while.

she stood up from her chair and moved to a table in the middle of the room that housed a glass bottle that had a piece of paper written on it and shoved into it. this is what was causing all of the commotion in the justice building, because it had been a while since someone had found something like this on the beach.

what was even more pressing was that the note had the name morrisen written on it.

annie picked up the bottle, course in texture, like the salt from the water had formed a second skin. she took a deep breath, salt water scents entering her lungs and exhaled out her nose. the cork felt rough, like it had dried over and could crumble with just enough pressure applied to it.

in fact, it did.

she tipped the bottle over and the piece of paper had hit the opening, unable to release itself from its tiny prison. annie shook it a couple times to try to help it, though she quickly realized that while her hands were tiny, they could not fish it out.

she saw red of a moment and smashed the bottle on the table, pieces of glass flying around. she tried to carefully move the shards as she reached for the note. it was clearly addressed to morrisen on the front, though she was not sure if it was supposed to be for her, or her father, or in fact, someone actually named morrisen.

when she turned over the paper, she made a face, one of disbelief. her secretary looked at her concerned for a moment, before noticing that her hand had been bleeding from the side.

"ms. morrisen?" they said, grabbing the first aid kit that they had kept in the office just in case someone decided to get rowdy during the reaping. "youre bleeding." they plop the kit on the table next to her and grab her hand. they do not shift their eyes to the contents of the paper. "oh..." annie said quickly, offering her hand to her secretary and putting the paper into her fake hand.

"what is it?" the secretary asked.

annie looked at them for a moment and shook their head, a look of confusion plastered on their face. she wasnt sure what this meant, however, there was a chance that someone could help her if she asked. she put the piece of paper down on the table and began to apply pressure to the gauze as they were placed around her hand.

"coordinates." annie said softly.

"clear my plans this weekend." she said as she made her way out the door.

she needed answers.