fall behind [alexxx]
Jun 3, 2020 3:14:27 GMT -5
Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jun 3, 2020 3:14:27 GMT -5
The 85th had already been kicking.
Annie hated that, but then again, she didn’t have to worry about it too much. As much as she hated to admit it, having Beck to help her through the games now did make it a little easier. She hated using that word if she was being honest, but now, in this moment, it was the right word to use. Her job did become easier, because she did not have to juggle two tributes by herself. She was never resentful of Leon, after all, he did his best to bring her home, and the moment she was returned to him, it was probably a relief. She could take up the mantle, seeing as it had been years since four had another victor.
Now there had been two recent victors of four, and even before then, there were other hopefuls. Annie was always told that she was doing something right, but much to her detriment. She did not think anything was right about these games, but the Hailshams had proved to be a tour de force that she couldn’t even predict. She would never tell Beck, while sober anyway, that she preferred him and Noel over Cole and Bell any day of the week. They had been kind, and the latter had always been a bit more bloodthirsty. Had Bell come back over Ridley, Annie might have had a different experience all together.
She hated to admit how thankful she was for the outcome.
Even now as she was able to escape the current hellscape of what was going on in the capitol. She was able to find quiet places, even when it was the loudest. Of course, there would always be buzz of what was currently going on in the political world, but that wasn’t Annie’s business. After all, Annie was mostly here for games things and maybe the occasional party or two when she was requested. She hated having to be here more than she wanted too, but that was the point. She was sure that someone knew that, but they didn’t care.
Maybe they just like watching her squirm.
She wondered what Wander was doing right now, or Angel, or Axel, or anyone else that had not been able to join her while she was here. It was enough that two tributes had to join them of course, but with the current political climate, the last thing that she needed was to put them in harms way. It was enough that she almost lost Wander to the games again, she got lucky when Bell had stepped up to the plate in ver stead. It still haunts her, but she found a way to file it away in her brain. The last thing she wanted was to be on stage giving an interview and then having a mental breakdown because she thought about someone she considered family being tossed in to die. She knew that she would have been told to be hopeful, but she didn’t trust the capitol. She never would.
Even if they gave her a chance to “erase” everything that happened to her before.
Because it still did happen to her, and she would never forget murdering her best friend in the arena, or slaughtering Denali, or even maiming Bette. Annie had always been called strong by the capitol, but she never considered herself so. She had always been a weak girl that knew how to throw a couple knives. She kept her head low, and by the time her enemy had realized that she had been a threat, someone else had already taken care of them. Before Parson dying, they had spent almost three whole days surviving together, and Annie was convinced that they were all willing to protect each other. She had a found family in the arena, but it crumbled in her hands. It still haunted her to this day, and she was sure that if they were asked how they felt about Annie now, they would all say different things.
She wouldn’t have been surprised if they said anything bad about her, because she did deserve it. What she did was a selfish thing. But that was just the life of a victor, one selfish thing after another. And it all begins with wanting to survive.
Even in the museum there had been a little amount of people. Good.
She needed some time to think to herself. She wondered what Shelby was up to right now, but seeing as she was the only victor in her district of recent years, Annie knew she was probably busy. Annie now had the privilege to step away when she needed too, just like Leon did the years prior to Beck winning. Of course, she would still be there for all the tough questions, but Annie did prefer the silence. She would only spend an hour or two in isolation, because she knew she would have peacekeepers on her ass if she spent too long away from the training center.
Annie was still expected to hold her commitments, even if she didn’t want too.
She pulled out a water bottle that she had received as a present from a capitol for just existing and she took a long swig of the water inside. For once, it was not vodka, a welcome change for Annie, who still had been working hard to cut her drinking down to a minimal. Addiction and being a Victor were pretty much hand and hand, but Annie was trying to be better. Of course, that probably wouldn’t last forever, as Annie knew she had an addictive personality. Another realization she hated about herself, but that was just her life.
She placed the bottle of water back into her bag and walked up to one of the many machines that had been scattered around the floor. After finding one that seemed a little out of the way, she started to scroll through a couple of the tributes from the 78th games, mostly looking for Dymas. She knew where he had placed, and the memory of watching Angel cry when he perished would always be burned into her mind. He had been so close, but he chose to go out the way he did. Annie wanted to call him an idiot, but that was not her business. Angel might as well have been her actual brother instead of her cousin, but they hadn’t been so lucky.
She had stopped on the boy from nine for a moment before hearing a noise behind her. She turned around, her hand in her bag, the bottle firm if she needed to pull it out for any other reason other than taking a swig from it. ”Oh, sorry.” Annie said, seeing that someone had been approaching her. ”Thought I was alone I guess.” Annies hand released on the bottle and she turned around fully.
She wasn’t sure what was about to happen, and maybe it was because nothing had been predictable in a place like the capitol.
And honestly, she didn’t want to figure that out.
PAT: 1186