7th Design [accidental video/voice]

[threadthefire]

[The video opens on Cinna, sitting on the train. The device is laying on the seat across from him so the view is a little cock-eyed, but you can clearly see him sitting on the seat, hand-stitching the hem of a skirt and trying very hard not to look out the window.

Every so often the picture goes to static or jumps and rolls as the signal waxes and wanes in strength.

Finally, he finishes his hem, ties off his thread, and pulling the scissors from his bag, he snips the end. Once finished, you can see him place his instruments back in their proper places - needle in a magnetic case, spool of thread in a plastic one, the scissors slipped into a case of their own all with their own places inside his bag. Meticulous, thy name is Cinna. The skirt is draped over the seat.

It's Rue-sized, for those who would notice those things, and embroidered with yellow flowers.

The picture jumps again, this time blacking out for a moment, the sound of the train continuing on in the darkness. With a hiss of static, the picture's back and Cinna can be seen, but not his face as she's standing, arms up like he's reaching for something. When he comes into view the bag is gone, presumably neatly stowed on the rack above his head.

He pauses, eyes tranfixed on the view for a moment as the picture rolls and words can barely be heard.]

That's Twelve.

[It takes a moment for him to tear his eyes away and when he does, they fall on the network device, it's blinking red light letting him know he's been seen. His eyes roll with the picture as he reaches out and picks it up, his expression solemn, but slightly amused.]

At least this saves me the call I was going to make. Yes, I'm on the tr--n, and no, the --rse didn't end at midni--t. But I do want to say th-s - if you're not on the train already, don't get --. I've seen new people arri-- and they become as tra---d as the rest of us.

Katniss and Finn--k, I'm talking to you.

[He sighs, as if he knows his words will fall on mostly deaf ears. Rubbing his eyes he pauses like he's trying to think of something to say. After a moment his eyebrows raise and he speaks again, shifting in view of the camera. He pulls up his train ticket, a little worn from being in his pocket since yesterday.]

You know, I think the man check--- these is the same one that I've seen at the H--l of the Missing? I've gone there once or --ice to look at the paint--s - different fash----, different eras. As depressing as it --, there's some ---y good portraiture in there. [He pauses again.]

Ah, well. Katniss? Can you check on m- sh-p --d ma-- s-re....

[The video goes entirely to static, the audio mostly a mess. What can be heard is the snippty-clack of scissors, opening and closing swiftly, over and over and over again, before a hollow thud send the picture to black and the audio to silent.

Time clicks on, one minute, then another, before a hazy image appears, the device shooting from the floor. On the seat to the left of the view, one can see Cinna's bag, closed and neatly placed on the seat. The skirt he was working on is neatly folded and next to it. But as the static makes the picture shake, it's not the bag or the skirt that will hold anyone's attention.

It's Cinna, slumped on the ground in a sitting position under the window with his own scissors protruding from his chest, crimson blood wet and dripping down his shirt. His breath hitches once, twice, and he looks down at the hand in his lap, ticket still in his fingers, but now burnt and singed. His chest rises, but when it falls, it doesn't rise again and his eyes, still open, loose focus.]


[ooc: Backdated to high noon. Anyone is free to action or otherwise spam this post.]

Comments

[lipstickninja.livejournal.com]

[ It was the pretty skirt that caught her attention at first-- but somehow she isn't too surprised by the ending. What is this? The sixth? She is starting to lose count. ]

[aimandfire.livejournal.com]

[ There aren't words for the way this feels. Katniss has seen death before in plenty of forms but death remains an unmanageable thing when in the immediate face of it. She should have figured out a way onto the train the moment she knew he was there. It's not as if they hadn't had the equivalent to a warning; the little girl's death, and then the others in succession separated by hours but always alone and bloody. Katniss doesn't think to wait for anyone or to ask for anyone else's help. Getting to Cinna is what matters. As far as she knows, as far as anyone has let her know, Cinna is alive in her timeline. If people die here, they say that they get stuck, but it's not a new decision she needs to make -- that she won't let it stay that way.

She once told Cinna she thought he could be her friend. It was the truth.

And it means more than the words allow for really, more than her thoughts or her heart acknowledge but it's important. Cinna is important.

The last thing she could do would be to leave him like that. ]






[ ooc; crewmates feel free to try to contact her via device post or here if that's cool with dawn...she does have it on her, but you know Katniss...running off.....etc. Sigh. ]

[protects-her.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Well. Yes, that's perfectly rational advice, better to stay away from the train so you don't end up trapped like the--

OH WAIT CINNA'S DEAD BRB BOLTING FOR THE TRAIN]

[fallenbrownbird.livejournal.com]

Cinna?

...Cinna...?

CINNA!! Oh no...[Rue's going on the doom train now to get revenge, brb.]

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[So Ginny's heard of the murders on the train. What she hasn't heard are names. It's names that are the worst to hear, second only to faces, and in her war, there are only ever names. Too many of them. But the network doesn't keep secrets, she knows this, and here's something she didn't want to see. Someone she knows.

And people are keeping her off the train. Damn it.

She doesn't say anything here. What is there to say? So all that's audible is a sharp exhale and a click as she shuts off her device.]