dont hold me to it [charade]
Jun 5, 2020 16:40:56 GMT -5
Post by pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] on Jun 5, 2020 16:40:56 GMT -5
She hasn’t had much time to breath. Meeting the tributes, telling them all what was to come. This was a quell after all, five years after her own none the less.
Annie was ready for there to be bloodshed.
After all, Snow had been so gracious, according to himself, through the 80th. Giving not one, but all 24 tributes a chance to live their lives? That was unheard of. No one would have guessed such a thing, and even Annie, who had won the whole damn thing, would have believed it. The capitol had already done a great job to pushing the hopes and dreams of others into the mud. It was up to her to figure out the rest of it.
But that hard, even after getting off the train and being constantly bombarded with questions about what the quell had in store. Annie answered them all the same. She didn’t give a shit. She knew well that nothing would be like hers, and she would condemn those that did think it was a possibility. It would not be, it would not be, it would never be.
That is what she told herself as she found the nearest bathroom and vomited up everything that she had consumed in the train.
She never looked well when she came to the capitol, and part of that was her fault. Of course, the girl consumed nothing but pasta, fish, and alcohol. She didn’t even eat that much pasta, so anyone could guess what the rest of her diet consisted of. She always tried to make sure she ate before stepping off that train, but it was like clockwork. She would throw it up immediately and then feel like hell until she finally got up to the district four housing.
Maybe it was the pain of the press that brought this new found heartache, or the fact that there was this new pressure that had taken over her. Now that she brought one tribute home, she knew people talked about her bringing back another, and another after that, and so on and so forth. Annie was probably expected to shore up her numbers, just like Arbor and Topaz did in the coming years. Four now had three victors, and soon they would catch up to one. As long as Annie did her job. She didn’t want to think about what they would do if Annie did not perform to their expectations.
She worried for the life of her family after all.
But that was not important here right now. They did not reap Trish, and they did not reap Axel. They reaped a boy and a girl that Annie knew nothing about, except for Arie, and even then, she was volunteered for by someone else. Someone else wanted to throw their live into the fire, and now it was Annies, and also Beck’s job to try to bring one of them back. Because of course, there was no chance of getting them both back. Annie wondered if they both were going to make it far even. She hoped they would.
Though it always made it harder when they died in the end.
But Beck subverted that. He made it through, and so did Bell and even Noel made it closer and closer. There were so many chances where Annie could have tried to get them out, even tributes like Finley or Elite or Harper or Berlin. The ones that died earlier than they were supposed to. Annie could have saved them too, or tried too, but the guilt of her games always laid waste to her. She hated herself for a long time because of it, but now that Beck was here, and the Hailshams had proven that four could be contended once again.
Bell failed.
Beck succeeded.
Of course, Annie wasn’t going to let this go to her head. Beck had been given a fighting chance in the arena. The boy from three did not put up much of a fight against him, which gave Beck more of a chance to come home. Annie simply pushed the thought out of her mind as she walked out of the suite in four, and to the elevator to go down to whatever shit show was happening down on the main floor.
When it dinged open though, she realized that it had already been occupied.
By one Katelyn Persimmon.
Probably one of the kindest victors that she had ever met.
”Katelyn.” Annie said with a small smile. ”Its been a while...” she entered the elevator and nodded to her, not knowing still where they stood if Annie was being honest with herself. ”Its so good to see you.” Annie couldn’t help herself by being a little sentimental, seeing as she felt like it had been ages since she had seen her.
All those memories just came flooding back.
The bad and the good.
PAT: 820