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checkingout2015-03-18 07:12 pm
withbread) wrote in checkingout2015-03-18 07:12 pm
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Semi-Open | See I'm trying to find my place
Who: Peeta Mellark, Katniss Everdeen, The Panem Crew and any friends who might have reason to come by and check on them.
When: 23rd or so
Where: Room 101 (Katniss' room)
What: Being haunted by ghosts of course
It had been bearable for a while, the whispers and glimpses of the girl from 8, the boy he drowned in the 75th, Foxface, Mags, the Morphling that died for him. He could ignore it, push past it, distract himself by exploring this place, but eventually it had gotten so much worse. Waking days had become the nightmares that he avoided sleep in an effort to keep away.
Last he'd been pacing the halls on the first floor when he'd heard Katniss' scream. It had sent him running as quickly (and gracelessly) as he could manage to burst through the door, pulling up short when she appeared to be safe in her bed. She'd uttered that familiar plea and he'd gone to crawl in bed with her, assuring her that he'd always stay.
He hadn't left the room yet and they'd given up sleeping hours ago. They simply clung to each other. Peeta's entire body was bowed and curled around Katniss. He shook with nerves, with guilt, with paranoia.
"It's not real, Katniss. They can't be real. It's like the mockingjays in the arena."
He had no idea if that was true (was terrified that it wasn't) but he needed it to be true.
When: 23rd or so
Where: Room 101 (Katniss' room)
What: Being haunted by ghosts of course
It had been bearable for a while, the whispers and glimpses of the girl from 8, the boy he drowned in the 75th, Foxface, Mags, the Morphling that died for him. He could ignore it, push past it, distract himself by exploring this place, but eventually it had gotten so much worse. Waking days had become the nightmares that he avoided sleep in an effort to keep away.
Last he'd been pacing the halls on the first floor when he'd heard Katniss' scream. It had sent him running as quickly (and gracelessly) as he could manage to burst through the door, pulling up short when she appeared to be safe in her bed. She'd uttered that familiar plea and he'd gone to crawl in bed with her, assuring her that he'd always stay.
He hadn't left the room yet and they'd given up sleeping hours ago. They simply clung to each other. Peeta's entire body was bowed and curled around Katniss. He shook with nerves, with guilt, with paranoia.
"It's not real, Katniss. They can't be real. It's like the mockingjays in the arena."
He had no idea if that was true (was terrified that it wasn't) but he needed it to be true.
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"What if it's Snow, but it's not just Snow? Everyone's from places we've heard of. I don't think any of them are more innocent than we are. This might be a way to get rid of anyone who's trouble. Drop us all here and let us drive ourselves insane." Hope you wanted conspiracy theories, because you're going to get them. "Killian told me about Pan. He's the Snow of his world."
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Peeta smirks at that. They're all a little on edge right now with things the way they are. He doesn't blame Cashmere or anyone for showing it. However, he's not going to bait her either. Arguing isn't something he wants to do right now. Really, he'd like to sleep: blissfully and uninterrupted.
"I've been talking to a girl named Skye. That was her theory. She seemed reasonably certain." Oh, he's heard them and he's been giving them some thought of his own.
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"I think she's right. I think you're right. Snow is...he's powerful, but I don't think he could pull this off. If he could have...I think he would have done it before."
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