[Dictated][One - Right Through The Eye]

[the_effect_she_has]

[She's put up her bed as a makeshift shield in front the door, after she woke up and found herself not in her cell, but in the castle. She didn't think until later about the fact that her weapons were with her - her custom bow and her arrows - but not her pin. All she could think was that she was in a new place but she wasn't dead. Yet.]

[And there was the journal. She opened up and eyed it as words - voices! - scrawled across the page. She looked warily towards the door, before she began to speak and writing appeared - quick, almost jerky, letters flying across the pages in messy and sharp handwriting to show her agitation.]

Where am I? What is going on? Why is the writing appearing on the pages? Where is my pin? Why do I have my weapons? Am I in the Capital? Am I back in District 13? I don't understand this I don't understand -

[There is a blot of ink on the page, as she takes a deep, shaky breath. She speaks slowly, the letters start in a much more measured tone.]

My name is Katniss Everdeen. I am seventeen years old. I had a sister named Primrose. I was the Champion of the 74th Hunger Games. I am the Mockingjay. I killed President Coin.

[She says it again. And again. And again. Until she's interrupted.]


((ooc: I apologize for all the errors. I wanted a cleaner first post than this - but if wishes were quarters I'd have enough for laundry for a year. >.<))

Comments

[periculis]

Regarding wishes, the negative effects do not come about instantly. The castle enjoys waiting and biding its time, it seems.

[ He nods. ] There is. Every person or being brought here loses something permanently. It can be an ability, a memory, an item — something of significance. Rue does not remember her whistle.

[the_effect_she_has]

So it's toying with us. Well, it's not like I don't know how to live through other people's games.

[She pressed her lips together, before brushing her lapel.] My pin -- it's gone. [Something pained fell over her face when she heard about Rue's sacrifice.] She loved that whistle. It connected her with her people. [She ducked her head.] What about you?

[periculis]

[ He smiles bitterly. And now that she does bring it up, yes, her pin is indeed missing. ]

Then that may be your loss.

[ The stylist shrugs lightly, pressing his lips together in a line. ] I still do not know.

[the_effect_she_has]

[She pressed her lips together at that, because the pin ... the pin was a loss she could not replace. It had come to mean a lot more that just a pin from a friend.]

[She nodded her head gravely.] ... what are we doing, to survive this place?

[periculis]

Similar to what you would do back in Panem: pay attention, be on your guard, and do not take anything for granted.

[the_effect_she_has]

[She nodded her head once, just once, before she looked at him. Again that pulse of hurt, but different than Gale. More like Peeta, but not as intense.

Grief, regret, happiness that he was here and thriving.]

[She cleared her throat and looked away.] What else do I need to know?

[periculis]

[ He moves past her to pick up his journal, moving back to stand next to her now. ] Well, there is no exit to this place. Your journal is how almost everyone communicates with each other.

[ He sets the journal back by his bag. ] I am sure you have heard from Clove now.

[the_effect_she_has]

So I've noticed. [She looks at her own journal, and at Cinna's statement her expression draws flat, and expressionless.]

She's made herself known to me. [Something they both might live to regret.]