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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 12:57 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 04:01 am (UTC)I'm sorry, hullo. I'm Lucy.
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