Glimpse of the Future | Burton, Jasmine
Burton tapped his foot and looked at his watch nervously; he'd contacted the Avoxes for District 4 asking Jasmine to meet him outside the museum at the heart of the Capitol, to make sure she was safe. But she was already half an hour late, and the worry was beginning to seep in. What if she hadn't come round after her overdose? What if Jasmine had never woken up at all? What if her death as just minutes from being reported on the widescreens of the Capitol?
He hastily looked up, half-expecting her face to appear on the monitors with a small Capitol 'peace symbol' in the corner - the symbol for 'Rest in Peace'. Burton closed his eyes as he realised that it was not the case, and turned back towards the busy street below him. Suddenly, as though it were a dream, Jasmine was there - she was dressed in far more casual attire than he had seen her on the night of the Chariot Parade, and her eyes were sullen and empty.
"There you are..." He looked at her from the top of the steps of the Victor's Memorial Museum - Jasmine seemed so much quieter, so trapped inside herself, and Burton knew that it would be difficult for her to make it here, never mind be in conversational mood. "... are you okay?"
It was a stupid question, really; she knew that her family had been killed, that she was now all alone in the world - and after all, inviting her here of all places might have been a bad idea. But he had to try and connect somehow, and if his plan worked then it would at least get her back on steady ground.