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[Open Spam / Accidental Video]
[She wakes up in a room that looks exactly like the one she had back at the Victor's Village. It's the best room she's had that wasn't in the Capitol. She hated those, anyway. And, despite where this house came from, at least Prim had her own place there.
She knows where she is. She asked to be here. After she saw the video during dinner. The one that showed Peeta alive at the Capitol, she was so relieved. But it didn't last long. She heard the whispers of everyone around her. Calling him a traitor, saying he was one of them now.
They don't get it. None of them do. None of them were there. None of them played a part in their games. They don't know that you'd do anything you have to to survive. They don't get that Peeta is still at the arena. That he's still in their games. That he's saying what he has to say.
But their opinions won't matter when she gets back. Because they'll be able to go home, back to 12. Not 13.
And here, no one has to know.
She picks up the small, black device on her bed, but when she wanders across from her room, she finds the study. The same study Snow was in when he came to see her. To threaten her before the Victory Tour. The same study she found his rose in when she went to visit what was left of 12.
The rose isn't there, but Katniss bolts out of her cabin anyway. She runs down the hallways, up the stairs, and toward the deck.
Taking deep breaths when she looks up and sees the sky. She feels like she's outside, and it helps her calm down slightly. But not enough. Soon she starts to move again. She wants a hiding place. Any place. And none of the strategic places she had found for herself in 13 are there.
This is unfamiliar. All of it. And her head feels like it's spinning as she looks around the deck, feeling completely lost.]
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm seventeen years old. My home is district 12. [Her voice is just a whisper as she looks up at the stars. Taking a second before she finds a better place to hide.]
[ooc: the video starts when she picks up the communicator from her bed.]
[She wakes up in a room that looks exactly like the one she had back at the Victor's Village. It's the best room she's had that wasn't in the Capitol. She hated those, anyway. And, despite where this house came from, at least Prim had her own place there.
She knows where she is. She asked to be here. After she saw the video during dinner. The one that showed Peeta alive at the Capitol, she was so relieved. But it didn't last long. She heard the whispers of everyone around her. Calling him a traitor, saying he was one of them now.
They don't get it. None of them do. None of them were there. None of them played a part in their games. They don't know that you'd do anything you have to to survive. They don't get that Peeta is still at the arena. That he's still in their games. That he's saying what he has to say.
But their opinions won't matter when she gets back. Because they'll be able to go home, back to 12. Not 13.
And here, no one has to know.
She picks up the small, black device on her bed, but when she wanders across from her room, she finds the study. The same study Snow was in when he came to see her. To threaten her before the Victory Tour. The same study she found his rose in when she went to visit what was left of 12.
The rose isn't there, but Katniss bolts out of her cabin anyway. She runs down the hallways, up the stairs, and toward the deck.
Taking deep breaths when she looks up and sees the sky. She feels like she's outside, and it helps her calm down slightly. But not enough. Soon she starts to move again. She wants a hiding place. Any place. And none of the strategic places she had found for herself in 13 are there.
This is unfamiliar. All of it. And her head feels like it's spinning as she looks around the deck, feeling completely lost.]
My name is Katniss Everdeen. I'm seventeen years old. My home is district 12. [Her voice is just a whisper as she looks up at the stars. Taking a second before she finds a better place to hide.]
[ooc: the video starts when she picks up the communicator from her bed.]
