Mar 28, 2014
Rescued from the Quell
Olesya let out a soft breath as she woke up slowly. That in itself was different. A calm, quiet waking was rare. Though as was her luck as a victor, it didn't last long. One glance around the space she was in. Had her screaming and looking around for her knife. She was inside a hovercraft, and didn't know if Plutarch and Haymitch succeeded or if she had been captured by the Capitol. She looked down at her arm, where she had dug out her tracker. It was wrapped up in bandages. Her attention was drawn to the doors, as a unfamiliar male entered. "Who are you? What do you want? Where are my knives?" She asked in rapid succession, tying her hardest to control her breathing.