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emptiness [briar] Jun 3, 2020 2:25:18 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jun 3, 2020 2:25:18 GMT -5

What was kindness anymore?

Annie hated coming to the capitol recently.

There was always too much going on, and now with the news of president snow meeting his demise coursing through the halls of any building that she walked in, she knew that nothing would be the same.

She was still a victor, but who knew what would happen the moment someone else took over. For all she knew, they could have nixed all the current victors and tried to start knew. Annie was known as the girl that survived hell, but that wouldn’t be the case anymore, and honestly, she would accept that. Maybe it would have been easier if she let Bette take her life back then. Now that she knew what came of the 80th games, she would have been revived and she could have lived her life in normalcy instead of holding the weight of the being victor.

She could have found her own reason to live.

But now her reason was for the 22 other tributes that had gone into the arena with her. Though, the more she sat on the thought, she realized that none of them really cared too much about each other. Annie even knew that out of the lot, the only ones she would ever be close too were Parson, Lex, and Wander. She used to say Angel in that mix, as well as Hellion, but they both had spent a lot of time ignoring her calls, and honestly, she did not blame them. Annie didn’t protect either of them when it came down to it, and for the former she killed them. He had every right to hate her, just like Denali and Bette. She would not try to justify her actions, or try to claim that she was righteous in her actions.

After all, the capitol would do that for her.

And even sitting on the rooftop terrace of the building next to the training center in the mid morning had never really felt the same since her constant return to the capitol. She met Shelby here, a good thing. However, with all that was going on, they had both been busy. Annie was a patient woman though, after all, she was known as the girl that saved all her strength for her finale. That’s when her real talents shined, and she showed the world of Panem that she wanted it. Annie had always heard through the grapevine that she was not the favorite to win. She hadn’t even gotten a kill before Angel. She had a hand in most of the tributes she fought deaths, her knives almost never missing their marks, but she never got the kill.

She was going to listen to peoples theories about that, mostly because she won the damn thing. She didn’t need to prove herself anymore. She was here now, trying to decide how much she really needed a drink right now. She had been good, for the most part. She had been supplementing wine and spirits with coffee and tea. She knew that she needed to treat her body better, and her first step would be by not ingesting so much alcohol.

She already had a reputation amongst the crowds.

She came up to places like this when she needed to get away from the loudness of the games, and of course, having Beck now made it just a little bit easier. Annie was sure that she would never be pulled away from the spotlight, seeing as she was still one of the most prolific victors due to her quell. There were so many times when she had to explain that it wasn’t her choice though, and at the end of the day, it didn’t matter.

She still went through it like all the other victors.

But a cup of coffee in her hands, steady, smells almost like the tar that she used to scar countless tributes. And in that moment, she almost threw it all over the patio. However, she blinked her eyes and realized that she was not there anymore, she was not fighting for her life again. Though she would always beg to differ.

She took a sip before placing it back on the table and looking up for a moment.

That’s when she recognized that she was being approached. She knew exactly who the girl was, but Annie never knew if she would be friend or foe. If she had to guess, especially after her experience with Nico, it was always safe to assume foe until proven otherwise.

So her guard was up.

”Hello? To what do I owe the pleasure?” Annie said as the other victor got closer, knowing well that this could go either way, and while it had been a while since Annie had a sour run in with a victor, she was probably way overdo for one.

That was just her luck.

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emptiness [briar] Jun 5, 2020 16:41:34 GMT -5

Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jun 5, 2020 16:41:34 GMT -5

J A C I N T A

S A L A Z A R ;

Jacinta goes to the rooftop terrace often to be alone. She and Justice used to drink together up here years ago, but now it's a place for solitude and contemplation.

She's leaning against the balcony with her arms resting on the bar. Vesper, the little black snake from the Arena, is coiled around her forearm. It might be strange to some that she finds comfort in an animal that most find unnerving, but she and Vesper have been through a lot together.

This is a time of great unrest for Jacinta, even more so than the past tumultuous, chaotic years. President Snow is gone, but Panem has not changed. Her unborn child is still in danger.

When she sees Anatalia Morrisen join her on the roof from the corner of her eye, she lets out a sigh. She just wants to be alone for a few hours, with no escorts, stylists, tributes, or talkative Capitolites.

She has never spoken to the 80th Victor before, but Jacinta has a personal distaste for her based solely off of her presumptions. Anatalia is not like her — she is not one of them. She might have the crown and same privileges as Jacinta and the other Victors, but she does not have the same struggle.

Jacinta has had to live with nightmares of drowning in that lake of blood, of Cynthia, Tobias, and Quillon's walking corpses with bloody craters where one of their eyes should be. Anatolia lost no one, and killed no one. Jacinta had to watch Clementa Lowe die in her arms, had to feel her body grow cold against her skin.

They didn't come back. They stayed dead, their coffins nailed shut and buried in the ground forever.

What a blissful life Anatalia must have, with all the privilege of being a Victor without the burden the rest of them carry.

"You're in my space," Jacinta states in a monotone, turning around to face Anatalia. "I came here to be alone. Can't you go somewhere else?"

"even stars burn out."

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emptiness [briar] Jun 6, 2020 3:07:44 GMT -5

Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jun 6, 2020 3:07:44 GMT -5

Annie realized that this was not going to be a friendly meeting.

The moment that she realized that she was standing in front of one Jacinta Salazar, that should have been the sign that this was not going to go how Annie would have wanted it to go. Another victor, one that went through hell to get where she was, here and now.

It didn’t spell out anything good for Annie, and she knew that.

But it would not be the first time she had to tango with someone that she did not have the pleasure of meeting. Nico Thorne existed, and of course, so did Denali Lyons. Of course, one of them hated her because she stuck a knife through her arm and set her on fire, and the other hated her because he felt like Annie got the best deal out of all of them.

At the end of the day, Annie just called it all jealousy. If they would not understand the situation, then who in the hell was she to try to explain it to them in a digestible way? Annie would not go back and change her mind about attacking Denali first. She would not go back and let herself be a pin cushion for them. She would not apologize for what she had to do to go home, because at the time, she didn’t know about the twist. None of them did.

Not until they woke up in that vault.

That was what Annie was told by Parson at the least. None of them expected to be alive but there they were, staring at her in the flesh while they were huddled onto the train and sent back to the lives they lived before all of this. Annie on the other hand, was sent into a life that would be considered better than the rest. She got to win the Hunger Games and go home with a “guilt free” conscious. Of course, Annie would fight that notion until the day she died. Even if Nico Thorne tried to hold that over her head, she always found a way to throw it right back in his face. She was not afraid of him, or anyone that tried to diminish her win as something of a fluke.

She had to kill people too, them coming back to life was not something she knew before hand.

But Jacinta on the other hand, made it very clear that she wanted to be alone, and the baby bump might have alarmed Annie to maybe respect her wishes, after all, a pregnant lady was not something to trifle with. Annie though would budge without a little more reason. This wasn’t “her” space. She was not entitled to a rooftop terrace all to herself. She could have easily took herself off the roof if she really wanted to be alone.

Something told Annie that she didn’t. However, that wasn’t her place to say, seeing as the venom she spat in her direction was coded in distaste. Annie knew it all too well.

She knew that this would not be a friendly meeting.

”No.” Annie said, taking another sip of her warm coffee before trying to look out at the view more than at the fact that Jacinta Salazar was in her peripheral. ”There is more than enough room on this terrace for the both of us.” Annie shrugged before realizing that her request might have been more of a demand. Annie wasn’t afraid of a girl that had to snake her way to a win. She also wasn’t afraid of a girl that had an actual snake on her person. If Jacinta was going to spit more venom at her, then Annie would just spit it right back.

They were one in the same weren’t they?