loud screams in a silent hallway [shelby/mylee]
Jun 12, 2019 13:58:17 GMT -5
Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jun 12, 2019 13:58:17 GMT -5
Starlight.
It was nothing that Annie was used too at this point. Each time she looked up towards the sky though, it was progress. You see, she was never good at holding her head up since she had come back from her games. Even though two years have passed, and a new victor had been crowned, Anatalia Morrisen still felt like she did not deserve happiness.
It was a crazy thought, because at the end of the day, she won. She did kill to get here, and the sad part about it was, none of her victims truly died.
She knew that sounded awful to say. It was in fact.
As happy as she was that they all got a chance to live, she was also torn through because of that same ideal.
Everyone looked at her differently, because she was just not the girl who lived, but she was the girl who lived as well as every else did from her games.
Victors treated her like she was the curse from the past that haunted them dearly.
People in the districts treated her like she was a magical being that gave everyone a piece of their heart back.
And the other tributes from her games treated her like she was the devil incarnate, some knowing who Annie was in the games, and others not.
Annie wasn’t sure which one she would have been if she had not been herself, and maybe that was a good thing. Annie was told countless times to never take anything to heart, that at the end of the day she did what she needed to do in order to survive, but the thing was, when other people told her this, they did not have 23 reminders of what she did living around Panem as totems of pain and deliverance.
That is what caused her to drink so much.
It was weird, walking onto the roof of one of the other apartment complexes.
These ones were the ones that the victors were given when they one, a permanent residence to celebrate their achievements of making it out of the games.
Annie hated it, but she didn’t have a choice when the games were going on. She had to be in the capitol for a couple weeks out of the year, which used to be the time for her to get shitfaced drunk and cry in front of the TV as she rooted for her tributes to come home.
However something was different this year for her.
She had been trying to cut back on the drinking, her liver probably sighing with relief as that statement crossed her countenance. However, something about the night air spoke to her, and she felt like this was the right place to be.
Annie looked towards the bar, making her way towards it and taking a seat next to a woman that seemed to be entranced by the mug in her hand. She look familiar, but she was more interested in the one glass of alcohol that she was going to allow for herself today.
”A glass of champagne please.” she spoke as she waited patiently, her eyes floating around the scenery. At the end of the day, Annie was still a career, which meant that she still took in her whole environment wherever she went.
That’s when she finally pieced together who was sitting right next to her.
”Shelby Levaine?” Annie said as she turned her body to face the missing victor from the 75th. ”I was wondering…” Annie stopped herself, knowing well that she might have not wanted to speak about where she had been. After all, Victors had their reasoning for going into obscurity. Annie wished she could have done so herself, but that wasn’t going to be the case.
With the games she won, she would always be a hot topic in the capitol.
Regretfully so.