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Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair and Katniss Everdeen have returned to their home. They left with the rest of the guests. I apologize if this causes an inconvenience for anyone.

Angela, Ginny, Finnick left some things for you. As well as for a Mr. Eames and a Ms. Lucy Pevensie.

[After his trip to the Hall and with his message sent, Cinna returns to his office with a large bottle of alcohol. It's already started, and Cinna feels it in the bones and in his head. Under his skin and behind his eyes. He should go home, but he knows there's no one there for him anymore. An empty apartment. Better to stay at the office.

He holds the glass in his hand tightly, shaking at the realization that there's not hing he can do. His part is played. They've gone back to their fates and he can't protect them anymore. The children will fight and bleed and it will all be for what? For a game, for the entertainment of a corrupt government and a lazy, indulged populace.

The throws the glass against the wall, the shatter and crash replacing the scream he won't let himself give as he sinks into his chair.

With a swig from the bottle (who needs a glass anyway) he pulls out a new sketchpad and starts drawing. Sketch after sketch, a single uniform. The Mockingjay. His last hope, a symbol of revolution.]

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[If he breaks, he breaks. Angela won't think any less of him or see him in a different light.]

No. Ignore me, pretend I'm not here, but I'm not going anywhere.

[What she can't say is that she's scared that he's next to go or worse, move from drowning his sorrows to something much more life-changing.]

Ange... please. I swear I won't do anything rash...

[His hands cover his face, shaking now. He can see the uniforms as clear as if they were in his fingers. He even knows he has enough muslin in this office to start a mock-up and he knows it's the only thing he can make that can hold his rage.

But he can't start it with her there. He knows she wouldn't ask, but he doesn't even want her to see.]

I need to work and I can't have you see the things I need to make.

[All this does is leave her wondering what it is he needs to make. Angela can get the idea that it's not anything close to his usual work and that alone is pretty frightening. As she stands, the urge to go over to him and touch him, hug him, move his hands from his face is painfully strong, but she knows it'll be unwelcome just like her presence. So she turns and leaves his office, wordlessly closing the door behind her.

She's still not going home, though. There are a number of consultation rooms she can crash in. He can be pissed with her about that in the morning.]

24th Design [text/action]

they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right;

they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right;

they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right;