Olesya Reynar

Private rp for thevictorsfightback Hails from District 8. She is the survivor of the 67th Annual Hunger Games. However the price of her survival was her sanity. Broken from the games and life as a victor, but not defeated.

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“See, you understand me. Most people just look at me weird like I’m crazy or something. Pfft. They don’t know the first thing about preventive maintnece…nor does 13 it would seem. This medical equipment is nearly 80 years old…most of its outdated too. Look at this they’re still using NEEDLES.”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya laughed, and a smile broke out on her face. It was a odd sensation, and being in the arena again.  “I understand you in certain ways, but the only form of preventive maintenance I know about involves sewing machines and other tools of my trade.” She shuddered at the mention of the medical equipment as that meant doctors. “That is a terrifying thought.”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

WOW I haven’t been on here for some time, sorry about that. I know it’s on a hiatus, but figured I might as well come on and do replies and such.

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Johanna’s axe should have killed Cashmere but instead just punctured her lung. She was airlifted to District 13 and put in the hospital, where she was on fluids, unconcious.

Until today.

Her eyes started to blink rapidly, a first sign of her coming out of her coma. Her hands twitched until she came to. That’s when she freaked out.

Her screamed her hoarse due to the punctured lung, but the nurses ran to hold her down, explaining what happened and where she eas. Cashmere was panicking until she saw a familiar face.

“You….”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya laid in her hospital bed, staring at the empty ceiling and let her mind wander. It was one of the rare days that it wandered around calmly, without it’s high speed whirling. It was odd though, since she was underground, and hated every minute of it, but she would take what peace it gave her. Maybe she’d ask if she could have pen and paper, and exercise her mind and designing skills.  

The calm and quiet of the hospital was broken by the sound of screaming. She shot up, and her eyes scanned every inch of her bare room, before her ,mind registered that it was coming from another room. Leaving her room, she followed the sound to a room, where a surprising sight awaited her. Cashmere was being held down on a bed similar to her own, while a nurse talked to her. Olesya had barely entered the room, where Cashmere looked at her.

“Hello, Cashmere.” She said softly. 

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Her eyes were not focuses at all. She had no clue where she was. This hospital was unfamiliar to her, and there were no windows, no view.

“Do you know your name? Where you are?” The nurses were asking one question after another. Cashmere only answered the first one about her name because it was the only one she knew and even that was confusing for the blonde.

Seeing the figure and hearing her speak, she stopped all movement and surrendered to the nurses. “You… you made it out? I’m not the only victor?” Cashmere couldn’t remember anything.

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya smiled softly, and walked a little further into the room. She was still a Career, one to be wary about, but they were on the same side. The conflicting emotions rather hurt her already whirling mind.  “I made it,with help. Quite a lot of it. No, you’re not. There’s me, Beetee, Finnick, Katniss, and Domani. Haymitch is here too.” She looked over to the nurses being otherwise occupied, she continued. “There are plans being made to rescue Annie, Johanna and Peeta from the Capitol. “ 

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Beetee was still alive. Good. Katniss too, thank god. Johanna.. the crazy girl with the axe. The reason Cashmere was now here with a puntured lung. Annie… no, she had to get out. “I need to see Finnick, right away.” Cashmere sat up mad tried to pull some of the wires off of her but was warned to stay still. The nurses were afraid to use restraints on her if necessary. “Where are we? What is this place? I’ve never seen it and we certainly ly can’t be in Panem anymore or Snow would already be here.”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya pushed away her dislike of Careers and District 1 in general. Cashmere wanted to see Finnick, and she’d see it done. This would help Finnick see how important and needed he was.  She nodded at her. “Of course,” She turned to the nurses, and smiled sweetly. She hated their hovering and over protectiveness.  “I think she’ll calm down faster if you stop hovering over her. Being able to see more familiar faces would help to. Could one of you lovely ladies go find Finnick for me?”  One of the nurses nodded and left. Olesya turned back to Cashmere, and sat down on a corner of the bed. “We’re in the mysterious, and supposedly extinct District 13. They’ve been lying low nad hiding underground ever since the District above was destroyed. Snow would be here, but they have numerous supply of nuclear weapons. Besides it wouldn’t do for him to acknowledge that 13 wasn’t actually destroyed all those years ago.”

[tomorrowwillcome]

It was ironic how empty and hollow she felt with a new life growing inside of her. Her stomach was just starting to bloat with the baby growing and all she wanted was a friend, someone to make her feel like she wasn’t completely alone here in 13. The cast had been taken off but she was still in a brace and was well and able to hobble around. The funnest part of her day was lunch, moving so slowly she felt like a burden amongst all of these military personnel, finally getting her food she walked from the line to one of the tables, clearing her throat sheepishly “Um, may I sit here?” 

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

They had given her a medium of freedom and independence. Some sort of reward for going almost a week with few to no episodes. Being rewarded like a child for good behavior. She rolled her eyes, as she carried her tray of food to an empty table away from from everyone else. She wasn’t in the mood for talking to those of this District. Her mind rambled away calmly, thinking of new designs and what she do once her request for pencil and paper was approved. Olesya perked up at the sound of a throat clearing. It was Domani, from 10. She smiled and waved a hand to the table. ‘Of course, I’d enjoy the company.”

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“They haven’t even told me the full list. And they haven’t let me out of this damn bed so I can check…but I think we left Johanna and Peeta and Annie behind.” He sighed.  “No matter. They won’t be in Capitol custody for long. Their security is inferior in every way to District 3s technology. We tell them that they need rescuing and the Capitol is going to have one very bad day.” He chuckled; the first outward show of emotion he’d had in a long time.  “Vengance really is best served cold I’ve noticed…and with surprise. Strange. Never bothered thinking about it till now. No wonder so much of human development has been based upon it, such a powerful driving force…”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Annie, Johanna and Peeta in the hands of the Capitol. Her mind restarted its whirling at what horrors lay in wait for her friends and Peeta. Her hands slowly moved up her neck, until they were clutching at the back of her neck. Her squeezed closed, at the memory of Snow’s punishment for refusing a client came to mind. Fire, and blood and gore. The screams of her best friend ringing in her ears. 

After some time, Olesya finally got her mind back under wraps, and could breathe easier. She kept her eyes closed and she breathed softly. Another moment later, she spoke quietly. “Sorry Beetee. I think I missed anything else you might have said.”

[electricvictorof3-blog]

Yes, he would assume so…he knew the look of someone sucking into themselves, reliving past horrors, when he saw it.  “It wasn’t particularly important. Just that they won’t be there for long. We’ll get them back and everything will continue smoothly from there. One well oiled machine.” He smiled. He liked well oiled things. And clean coding.

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

“Oh, well that is good news.” Olesya exclaimed softly, and then leaned back against the wall. Least he didn’t comment on her mini episode, like the doctors  would, should they hear of it. They seemed to make a point of it. Idiots.  She laughed at his last comment. “You do like your well oiled machines. Makes things work so much easier.”

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Johanna’s axe should have killed Cashmere but instead just punctured her lung. She was airlifted to District 13 and put in the hospital, where she was on fluids, unconcious.

Until today.

Her eyes started to blink rapidly, a first sign of her coming out of her coma. Her hands twitched until she came to. That’s when she freaked out.

Her screamed her hoarse due to the punctured lung, but the nurses ran to hold her down, explaining what happened and where she eas. Cashmere was panicking until she saw a familiar face.

“You….”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya laid in her hospital bed, staring at the empty ceiling and let her mind wander. It was one of the rare days that it wandered around calmly, without it’s high speed whirling. It was odd though, since she was underground, and hated every minute of it, but she would take what peace it gave her. Maybe she’d ask if she could have pen and paper, and exercise her mind and designing skills.  

The calm and quiet of the hospital was broken by the sound of screaming. She shot up, and her eyes scanned every inch of her bare room, before her ,mind registered that it was coming from another room. Leaving her room, she followed the sound to a room, where a surprising sight awaited her. Cashmere was being held down on a bed similar to her own, while a nurse talked to her. Olesya had barely entered the room, where Cashmere looked at her.

“Hello, Cashmere.” She said softly. 

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Her eyes were not focuses at all. She had no clue where she was. This hospital was unfamiliar to her, and there were no windows, no view.

“Do you know your name? Where you are?” The nurses were asking one question after another. Cashmere only answered the first one about her name because it was the only one she knew and even that was confusing for the blonde.

Seeing the figure and hearing her speak, she stopped all movement and surrendered to the nurses. “You… you made it out? I’m not the only victor?” Cashmere couldn’t remember anything.

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya smiled softly, and walked a little further into the room. She was still a Career, one to be wary about, but they were on the same side. The conflicting emotions rather hurt her already whirling mind.  “I made it,with help. Quite a lot of it. No, you’re not. There’s me, Beetee, Finnick, Katniss, and Domani. Haymitch is here too.” She looked over to the nurses being otherwise occupied, she continued. “There are plans being made to rescue Annie, Johanna and Peeta from the Capitol. “ 

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya’s head dropped as she stared at him. Disbelieving the words that had come out of his mouth. She had never known him to… give up, as that was exactly what he was doing. Giving up to her always meant that Snow and his manipulations had won. She opened her mouth but all that came out was soft strangled noise.  She pulled at  her tattered thoughts, and tried to pushing the ever insistent whirling of her mind away. “No.” She shook her head, loose hair bouncing against her face. “I don’t believe that . I refuse to believe that. We’d actually be worse off without you. I can’t speak for the others, but I wouldn’t have have survived that first year with my sanity, if I hadn’t met you. You’re very much needed Finnick. Now more than ever.”

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                                        Needed. 

He was needed. Finnick’s head continued to hang, but his green eyes moved up to focus on the woman who he cared for like his sister. He was glad to see her, relieved that she was in thirteen rather than in the Capitol..he would have been an empty shell had she been taken too. Slowly shifting his weight he slid off the hospital bed. Bare feet touching the floor for the first time in weeks. The coolness of the linoleum sent his feet into shock. 

                                                                                                   Cold. 

The broad shouldered victor moved to her side, he stared down at her a look of sympathy stuck upon his facial features. Sandy blonde hair matted to his head. He put an arm around her and nodded, not saying anything on the matter. But he understood. 

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Olesya moved her eyes from him to her hands, as memories started to swirl. The arena of the Quell had worsened the nightmares of getting lost or dying in a forest.  She shook her head hard,  so hard, it actually hurt.  No, no, no, not going down there now. She couldn’t go there now, or it wold lead to an episode, which was practically an invitation to those doctors. What they were offering and insisting upon, wasn’t needed or bloody wanted.

She tensed instinctively as she felt an arm wrapped around her. Olesya’s head and eyes whipped to the side the arm was on. She caught Finnick’s nod and relaxed. One of the few people she allowed to touch her,  She  smiled slightly up at him, letting him know she appreciated it and him.

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Johanna’s axe should have killed Cashmere but instead just punctured her lung. She was airlifted to District 13 and put in the hospital, where she was on fluids, unconcious.

Until today.

Her eyes started to blink rapidly, a first sign of her coming out of her coma. Her hands twitched until she came to. That’s when she freaked out.

Her screamed her hoarse due to the punctured lung, but the nurses ran to hold her down, explaining what happened and where she eas. Cashmere was panicking until she saw a familiar face.

“You….”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya laid in her hospital bed, staring at the empty ceiling and let her mind wander. It was one of the rare days that it wandered around calmly, without it’s high speed whirling. It was odd though, since she was underground, and hated every minute of it, but she would take what peace it gave her. Maybe she’d ask if she could have pen and paper, and exercise her mind and designing skills.  

The calm and quiet of the hospital was broken by the sound of screaming. She shot up, and her eyes scanned every inch of her bare room, before her ,mind registered that it was coming from another room. Leaving her room, she followed the sound to a room, where a surprising sight awaited her. Cashmere was being held down on a bed similar to her own, while a nurse talked to her. Olesya had barely entered the room, where Cashmere looked at her.

“Hello, Cashmere.” She said softly. 

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Petals 2

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“They haven’t even told me the full list. And they haven’t let me out of this damn bed so I can check…but I think we left Johanna and Peeta and Annie behind.” He sighed.  “No matter. They won’t be in Capitol custody for long. Their security is inferior in every way to District 3s technology. We tell them that they need rescuing and the Capitol is going to have one very bad day.” He chuckled; the first outward show of emotion he’d had in a long time.  “Vengance really is best served cold I’ve noticed…and with surprise. Strange. Never bothered thinking about it till now. No wonder so much of human development has been based upon it, such a powerful driving force…”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Annie, Johanna and Peeta in the hands of the Capitol. Her mind restarted its whirling at what horrors lay in wait for her friends and Peeta. Her hands slowly moved up her neck, until they were clutching at the back of her neck. Her squeezed closed, at the memory of Snow’s punishment for refusing a client came to mind. Fire, and blood and gore. The screams of her best friend ringing in her ears. 

After some time, Olesya finally got her mind back under wraps, and could breathe easier. She kept her eyes closed and she breathed softly. Another moment later, she spoke quietly. “Sorry Beetee. I think I missed anything else you might have said.”

[sheburnson-blog]

        “—start with what you know is true.” 

She’s currently hiding in the air vents after her daily night terrors wake her up, hands clenched around her head; rocking back and forth, repeating the same thing in a whisper over and over again. My name is Katniss Everdeen. My home is District 12. I was in the Hunger Games. I escaped. Peeta was left behind. It’s not until she hears someone approaching from afar does she snap out of it, removing her hands to rest in her lap and leaning back on the wall.

      “I had a nightmare. I just need five more minutes.”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya ran through District 13, looking for a place to hide.  She had escaped from the deadful hospital, after lots of observation. She just couldn’t stay there with its cold sterile,  blank rooms. Just the thought of having to return, made her breathing pick up. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a air vent . Perfect!  With a glance behind her, she slid inside. They wouldn’t think of looking for her there, with her dislike of small spaces. She jumped, and reached for a knife that wasn’t there, as a familar female voice rang out. “Katniss,  you scared me.” She leaned against the wall, arm across her stomach. Once her breath returned, she spoke. “I get nightmares all the time, day and night. Take all the time you need.”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

“I’d have thought you be out of this dreary hospital, after they checked you over.”  A small smile filled her face as she saw him. Ever so glad to see that he was in 13 and not the Capitol. Then she caught the look on his face, and his words filtered  through her whirling mind,and it dropped off her face. “Finnick.”  She hated seeing him this dejected he was always there when she needed a friendly face and a reason to smile again. Now it was time to return the favor. She’d try her hardest, even though nothing would until Annie was safe in 13. “You’d be at peace, but then Annie would be all alone.  That would be so much worse than how it is now.”  She walked over to him and laid a hand on the hand with his rope. “They’ll get her back, Finnick.  They’ll bring Annie and Johanna to 13.”

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 Safe,

                                        No he hadn’t left the hospital wing, they had declared him unstable.

                                   how ironic.

Finnick didn’t dare to look at his good friend,

                                                                                           Ole…

he knew that voice anywhere. They way her tone warped his name into something horrific. Bended and worn. What was he doing here in the hospital.. he kept himself here more as a favor to everyone else. So they didn’t have to deal with his moping.  To isolate. To hide. Just a few of the responses he could think of..

                              ‘ She would be better off, they both would.

       It would be so much  e  a  s  i  e  r   if I was

                                                                                            dead.’

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya’s head dropped as she stared at him. Disbelieving the words that had come out of his mouth. She had never known him to... give up, as that was exactly what he was doing. Giving up to her always meant that Snow and his manipulations had won. She opened her mouth but all that came out was soft strangled noise.  She pulled at  her tattered thoughts, and tried to pushing the ever insistent whirling of her mind away. “No.” She shook her head, loose hair bouncing against her face. “I don’t believe that . I refuse to believe that. We’d actually be worse off without you. I can’t speak for the others, but I wouldn’t have have survived that first year with my sanity, if I hadn’t met you. You’re very much needed Finnick. Now more than ever.”

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ULTRAMARIN (by Viktoriya Sener)

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya woke to find herself in a bare white room. Not having a clue where she was, she started to panic which then led to screaming herself hoarse. The memories from the end of the Quarter Quell slowly filtered into her whirling mind: Her and Beetee finding Peeta, Katniss, Finnick and Johanna, Beetee wiring the the large lightening tree, and the arena breaking and crashing around her. None of it reassuring to her fractured self. Her whirling mind was most likely even more fractured than before. Her head whipped to the side as a door opened a person walked in. Not really checking to see who it was, she flew into a spew of questions ranging from how the arena fell apart, where she was, and who all was there.

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“Ah, you’re awake. Excellent. Perhaps now I’ll have someone of intelligence to talk too.” It was his attempt at a joke…though it was also somewhat true. The rest of the recovered victors were…lost in their own minds for the moment. They’d each lost someone they cared about the Capitol so that was understandable he supposed…but still.  Letting your emotions run away was a good way to get killed. Beetee rolled upright on the cot, design pad on his lap.

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya blinked rapidly for a few seconds. Making sure her eyes were clear, and what she was seeing was actually there. ”Beetee? Did it work?”  Her mind slowly cleared from the fog, and she reigned in the whirling. She needed her mind for this conversation.A short laugh escaped her lips as Beetee’s words filtered through her mind. “Someone of intelligence? Well you do hold all the cards on that. I’ll try to keep up.” 

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“Well, we’re in District 13 and we’re alive so I’d count that as at least a PARTIAL success.” They’d left too many people behind in his opinion…they could have saved more. 

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya smiled softly. They were safe and alive in District 13. The rebel District and home base for the rebellion. That was good, except for the fact that she was in another hospital. All for good reasons, the doctors  had told her. Healing any damages from the arena and ‘keeping an eye on her sanity’. She huffed softly. She’d been keeping a grip on sanity for years without their help. She didn’t need or want it now.  She looked over at him curiously. “You said a partial success, Beetee. They/we didn’t get everyone out did we?”

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“THEY didn’t, no.  No real explanation why either. Usually its just “limited fuel in the VTOLs” or “Capitol interceptors”, but when I pry for more infomation they just send me into an uroburous loop of people who should  know but don’t. Really its kind of frustrating.” He sighed.  “Why they’re so afraid of aircraft that don’t even have smart missiles or any kind of ballistic weapons I don’t know. Capitol hovercraft have dumb-fire rockets an dthats it. I should know…I helped design the most recent version.”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her mind ran through all the Victors that were still alive, as far as she knew. Of those in the arena, it was those from Two, Katniss, Peeta and her friends. Only a handful had survived the bloodbath. The fate of her friends back in the Capitol was unknown, as no one would tell her anything. “Of course they never tell us anything. Nothing important at least. Why should that change now?” She asked, forcing oxygen in and out of her lungs.Once she got her mind marginally under control, she asked the dreaded question. “Who didn’t they rescue?”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya woke to find herself in a bare white room. Not having a clue where she was, she started to panic which then led to screaming herself hoarse. The memories from the end of the Quarter Quell slowly filtered into her whirling mind: Her and Beetee finding Peeta, Katniss, Finnick and Johanna, Beetee wiring the the large lightening tree, and the arena breaking and crashing around her. None of it reassuring to her fractured self. Her whirling mind was most likely even more fractured than before. Her head whipped to the side as a door opened a person walked in. Not really checking to see who it was, she flew into a spew of questions ranging from how the arena fell apart, where she was, and who all was there.

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“Ah, you’re awake. Excellent. Perhaps now I’ll have someone of intelligence to talk too.” It was his attempt at a joke…though it was also somewhat true. The rest of the recovered victors were…lost in their own minds for the moment. They’d each lost someone they cared about the Capitol so that was understandable he supposed…but still.  Letting your emotions run away was a good way to get killed. Beetee rolled upright on the cot, design pad on his lap.

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya blinked rapidly for a few seconds. Making sure her eyes were clear, and what she was seeing was actually there. ”Beetee? Did it work?”  Her mind slowly cleared from the fog, and she reigned in the whirling. She needed her mind for this conversation.A short laugh escaped her lips as Beetee’s words filtered through her mind. “Someone of intelligence? Well you do hold all the cards on that. I’ll try to keep up.” 

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“Well, we’re in District 13 and we’re alive so I’d count that as at least a PARTIAL success.” They’d left too many people behind in his opinion…they could have saved more. 

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya smiled softly. They were safe and alive in District 13. The rebel District and home base for the rebellion. That was good, except for the fact that she was in another hospital. All for good reasons, the doctors  had told her. Healing any damages from the arena and ‘keeping an eye on her sanity’. She huffed softly. She’d been keeping a grip on sanity for years without their help. She didn’t need or want it now.  She looked over at him curiously. “You said a partial success, Beetee. They/we didn’t get everyone out did we?”

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‘ I   w i  s h  I was dead..’

What was the point of living when there was no relief in waking. Annie had been captured, he was horrified when he had realized that she wasn’t on the hovercraft. A there had been no signs of Johanna neither, no one he loved was around. He felt more isolated than he had in years..the deep agonizing void encompassing him as he sat in the hospital whites, tightening the knot in his hands. He yanked the rope, a small yelp escaped his deflated chest. He was nothing without her, without them..

His head swam with emotions, trying to uncover the real from not real. It was making him dizzy, that thought.

‘ P e r h a p s  then I would be in peace..’

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

“I’d have thought you be out of this dreary hospital, after they checked you over.”  A small smile filled her face as she saw him. Ever so glad to see that he was in 13 and not the Capitol. Then she caught the look on his face, and his words filtered  through her whirling mind,and it dropped off her face. “Finnick.”  She hated seeing him this dejected he was always there when she needed a friendly face and a reason to smile again. Now it was time to return the favor. She’d try her hardest, even though nothing would until Annie was safe in 13. “You’d be at peace, but then Annie would be all alone.  That would be so much worse than how it is now.”  She walked over to him and laid a hand on the hand with his rope. “They’ll get her back, Finnick.  They’ll bring Annie and Johanna to 13.”

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya woke to find herself in a bare white room. Not having a clue where she was, she started to panic which then led to screaming herself hoarse. The memories from the end of the Quarter Quell slowly filtered into her whirling mind: Her and Beetee finding Peeta, Katniss, Finnick and Johanna, Beetee wiring the the large lightening tree, and the arena breaking and crashing around her. None of it reassuring to her fractured self. Her whirling mind was most likely even more fractured than before. Her head whipped to the side as a door opened a person walked in. Not really checking to see who it was, she flew into a spew of questions ranging from how the arena fell apart, where she was, and who all was there.

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“Ah, you’re awake. Excellent. Perhaps now I’ll have someone of intelligence to talk too.” It was his attempt at a joke…though it was also somewhat true. The rest of the recovered victors were…lost in their own minds for the moment. They’d each lost someone they cared about the Capitol so that was understandable he supposed…but still.  Letting your emotions run away was a good way to get killed. Beetee rolled upright on the cot, design pad on his lap.

[brilliantlyunstable-blog]

Olesya blinked rapidly for a few seconds. Making sure her eyes were clear, and what she was seeing was actually there. ”Beetee? Did it work?”  Her mind slowly cleared from the fog, and she reigned in the whirling. She needed her mind for this conversation.A short laugh escaped her lips as Beetee’s words filtered through her mind. “Someone of intelligence? Well you do hold all the cards on that. I’ll try to keep up.”