[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. >.<))

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[the_effect_she_has]

[She sucked in a breath, nodding her head silently at the names - faces - people she's going to have to see if she can trust.]

All right ... I'll meet all of them. And Ino.

[fanstheflame]

[he frowned a little at the sound of Ino's name coming out of her mouth. somehow, that cemented it more than anything else - that he had a girlfriend, and it wasn't the person he'd expected it to be at home, at all]

There's something I need to tell you about her, though...

[the_effect_she_has]

What about her?

[She tilted her head towards him, her expression becoming curiously.]

[fanstheflame]

[well, no need to dress it up. he rubs at the back of his neck, breathes in, and looks at her. there's no hesitation in his voice, but he looks unsure. how will she even take this, being from whatever point in their future she is? is she with Peeta? is he, himself, dead? did he die in the firebombing? he has no way to tell what might go on in her head]

She's my girlfriend.

[the_effect_she_has]

[...another girl's lips were now kissing his. One corner of her own mouth twisted ironically, before she looked seriously at Gale. At the ease in his body, the warmth that was still in his nature.]

...She seems to be good for you.

[fanstheflame]

[the fact that Katniss would say that - not just about him, but really, at all? that stuns him a little. she never really seemed to be one to think about those kinds of things. whenever she's from - whatever happened between the last time he saw her in the Arena on that damn broadcast, and her killing this President he's never heard of? it's changed her more than he would've imagined. ... and honestly, he thinks, if it makes her say things like that? he could be remarkably cool with it. he shrugs a little]

Yeah, she ... I think she is. She's one of the first people I met, here - she helped me get used to it, tells me how everything works. She's been here for four years.

[the_effect_she_has]

Four years?

[God, that was a long time to be trapped here. She frowned, looking around.] Is she all right? I mean - is she saner than me?

[fanstheflame]

Saner than -- wait, hold on. [he frowned, suddenly more worried about his friend than what she'd think about his girlfriend] What's that supposed to mean? Catnip ...

... Do I even want to know what they did...?

[the_effect_she_has]

No. [Her voice was firm, steady. She did not want him to ask about their past - his future. He did not deserve to go through this ... when he had forgiveness. Love, not vengeance.]

[fanstheflame]

Okay. [and just like that, it's done with - she doesn't want him to know, so he'll leave it alone. he returns to the question at hand ... ]

I think ... I think she's okay. She's seen a lot of people come and go, here, so ... she's used to losing people, and she's afraid of losing me. [he's quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to put his thoughts into words]

I figure it's probably a lot like the Reaping - how you're never sure who's going to go, next. Only, there's no guaranteed day - it could happen any time. You wake up, and suddenly they're not around anymore. Just gone, home.