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threadthefirePeeta 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.]
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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Date: 2011-10-05 12:54 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2011-10-05 12:56 am (UTC)they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right;
Date: 2011-10-05 12:57 am (UTC)Barely into the closed shop, she jumps at the sound of glass shattering into too many pieces. Oddly enough, she can tell the different between a drinking glass and a window. Been there, done that enough times to learn. Angela breathes deeply, though shakily, as she moves toward Cinna's office, pushing the door open quietly, not sure what she'll find behind the wood.]
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Date: 2011-10-05 12:58 am (UTC)[For some strange reason, Finnick Odair isn't someone she expected to say goodbye to. Or not say goodbye to, rather. She isn't even sure what to feel, now, but she can't—that's a lie, she can—imagine how Cinna must feel.]
Are you alright?
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Date: 2011-10-05 12:59 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2011-10-05 01:03 am (UTC)they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right;
Date: 2011-10-05 01:03 am (UTC)I'm not fit company tonight.
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:04 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2011-10-05 01:05 am (UTC)[She wants to go the Hall to see this for herself. She has to.]
... when did they go?
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:06 am (UTC)they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right;
Date: 2011-10-05 01:08 am (UTC)I'm not here looking for company.
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:08 am (UTC)text;
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:11 am (UTC)I should have made more goodbyes than I did, then.[Maybe this isn't a question he can answer, nor is it one she should ask, but it's always the first thing she thinks of when friends depart for worlds unknown to her.]
They'll be okay, won't they?
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:16 am (UTC)[He can't do this, not with her, not tonight. There's too much pain, too many things he's tempted to say. Her question would be simple, something like, "How are you?" But his answer is far too complicated.
He's terrible. The children he swore to look over have been sent to die in all likelihood. The friend he never knew he had will die with them. Everyone will die, even him and the truth is, he wishes he could just get on with it. If he's to die, he's tired of waiting.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg.]
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:18 am (UTC)[And that's the truth, more or less, although the hidden truth is much worse.]
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:21 am (UTC)I really am sorry, Cinna.
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:23 am (UTC)they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right;
Date: 2011-10-05 01:24 am (UTC)Silent falls between them for a few long minutes and she doesn't make a move towards him. Angela's turning all the excuses she can possibly make around in her head and none of them work. Spitting out the truth does.]
I don't know why I came. But I'm not leaving. Not leaving you here like this.
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:26 am (UTC)What did he leave? Was it the hat and scarf?
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:36 am (UTC)[He rips the page off his pad, letting it fall to the floor as he starts again. Men's designs have joined Katniss' gear, different fabric weights, different designs. City fighting, forest, mountains, the wreckage of Thirteen. He has designs for them all.]
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:37 am (UTC)they’re in the wrong place trying to make it right;
Date: 2011-10-05 01:46 am (UTC)[The moment the sheet of paper hits the floor, Angela's next move becomes clear. She pushes off the door, leaving her safe spot to kneel next to his desk, and slides the page towards her. The uniform is unfamiliar to her, just as this face of the man next to her, at least in this form.]
How much have you had?
[To drink, she means. Not how much of life he's had that he's fed up with.]
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Date: 2011-10-05 01:56 am (UTC)[And with that, he takes another swig. If he can drink enough that he can stop seeing his dress go up in flames, he can stop seeing the parades and the Arena, he can stop seeing Snow's face, gloating and terrible. That will be enough.
Until then, he drinks and he draws.]
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Date: 2011-10-05 02:06 am (UTC)Well, that'll do. How can I grab this hat from you?