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checkingout2015-03-18 07:12 pm
withbread) wrote in checkingout2015-03-18 07:12 pm
Entry tags:
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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He keeps his arms locked around her as if she could hold him steady, his cheek is pressed against her shoulder. Closing his eyes doesn't help. He can still see them, hear them accusing him. "It can't be real. It--they're dead. They're all dead and this can't be real."