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[ariaofdistrict9-blog]

She's been caught trying to escape. For the third time. She was flung into her cell an audible crack in the small dank prison as her shoulder connected with the wall. "Ouch." She groaned.

[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?” 

[snowfalldownthemountainside-blog]

Snow strolled through the broken streets of District 12, solemnly observing the shambling remains of buildings and bodies. The smell of still resonant smoke and decay actually managed to overpower his own famous scent. He wrinkled his nose in distaste. Soon the smell of fire will disappear completely, it was already, being but faint. The death and decay will remain for a while, however. Leave for him and a few hidden, silent peacekeepers, he appeared to be alone. District 12 was dead, any survivors retreated to District 13. Or so he thought. Little to say, he was more than a bit surprised when he heard a bones crunch behind him. Paranoid, the old man spun around as well as his aged body let him, coming face to face with an unwelcoming face.

[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.”

[tomorrowwillcome]

Hoofbeats. That is what she remembered. She had managed to make her way to ten on her journey to thirteen. Knowing full and well that a horse could carry her for longer than she could walk and faster than she could ever run. It wasn’t her horse, no, she couldn’t risk going home. She couldn’t risk being noticed. So, she stole a horse from one of her own. 

The memory of the rough footedness of the equine was also a fresh memory. Twelve has been destroyed. The rubble made it impossible for the horse to walk smoothly. She vomited frequently as the morning sickness had set in, the rocking, jerky steps of the horse on rock definitely did not help. 

Opening her eyes, she noticed the warm glow of dimmed lights, the tile of the walls surrounding her. It clicked instantly that she had made it. The Capitol was bright and harsh in their medical units. This, was definitely not the Capitol. “Where am I?” She questioned in a soft face, the roughness of her throat gave way to the reasoning behind her passing out. She had been massively dehydrated and though she was hooked to an IV, she could not recall the last time fluid ran down her throat. 

“Where am I?” She croaked once more.

[tressaisms]

“you have to help me! please! somebody HELP me! snow’s coming, he’s going to KILL me! he’s going to kill us ALL.” 

[electricvictorof3-blog]

“Run it by me again; you only saved us because we were the CLOSEST?” His face betrayed no sign of emotion, nor of any feeling. Just...a blank slate, covered in bandages and burn gel. The shield pop had worked but the radiation from the overload had caused quite the small firestorm where they were...an unfortunate side-effect of operating within uncontrolled boundries.

“Surely you could have waited a bit longer. The Capitol’s interceptors only have cannons and unguided rockets...”

[snowfalldownthemountainside-blog]

Snow strolled through the Capitol at a leisurely pace, his hands in his suit pockets. He appeared to be walking alone, but of course there were peacekeepers everywhere here, even if you didn’t always see them. Yes, he felt pretty safe and protected in his little city. Though it was against his nature to feel completely relaxed, so his brain was still on high alert, as his eyes rolled over his surroundings, observing. He made his way onto the ‘secret’ underground multipurpose (prison, hospital, torture, research, to name a few) facility of the Capitol. There were surprisingly few people out, today.