ᴡʜᴏ: PRUDENCE WARREN & NAZANIN NABAVI ( @reblrths )
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: THE CAPITOL – CITY CENTRE
ᴡʜᴇɴ: SIXTH DAY OF THE GAMES, IMMEDIATELY AFTER THE FIRES
DISTRICT THIRTEEN was many things, but forthcoming was not one of them. The task Prue had been assigned was simple enough – safe enough. Or, at least, this is what Prue had assumed. She'd been instructed to head to the city centre, to keep an eye out for peacekeepers, for Capitol reinforcements. Just simple intelligence gathering – apparently, there was going to be some sort of resistance activity happening later in the day. What, exactly, Prue didn't know – she didn't have the clearance for that kind of information. There had been the consideration to simply go by herself – but when Nazanin had offered to tag along, Prue had been quick to agree. Then again, she was quick to agree to most things that Naz suggested. Especially if it meant spending time alone together.
All had been going well – they'd been scouting the streets for peacekeepers, bantering, and Naz's shoulder had even brushed against Prue's own in a way that made her heart flutter. She'd noticed the hours quickly ticking away – the time that she'd been instructed to return and report back long since having passed. Ordinarily, Prue was a stickler for a deadline, but she had become quickly engrossed in some story that Nazanin was telling, which led to another, and another – and by the time she'd found the presence of mind to tear her eyes away from Naz's lips and to her watch, dawn had slipped into early morning. She'd muttered something about needing to get back – but, before they had the chance, the Capitol started to burn.
She won't ever remember much of what had happened next – she will remember grabbing Naz's hand and starting to run as the building beside them was suddenly engulfed in flames. She will remember the screams of frightened Capitolites as building after building caught fire, as the foundations began to collapse and smoke clouded the streets. She will remember choking on the smoke and dodging debris as more and more of the city centre became an uninhabitable inferno and flames licked at her exposed skin. She will remember seeing blue sky in the distance – and almost, almost making it to safety, before the building in front of their path to escape came crumbling down.
And then, she won't remember much of anything at all.
Consciousness returns slowly. The first thing that Prue becomes aware of is a painful pounding in her head. The second is a raw feeling in her throat, cotton in her lungs. The third is that she is in the dark – surrounded by debris on all sides and trapped by large slabs of concrete. The fourth is a dull throbbing over her arms and legs. She squints against the darkness to see that her skin is red and raw, and her left arm has started to blister painfully from where it was exposed to the flames. The fifth ( and, by far the most important ) is that she is not immediately sure where Nazanin is. They'd been together, hadn't they? Naz had only been here because Prue had dragged them along – and now she couldn't see them.
"Naz –" Prue starts, cutting off as she coughs violently. Her voice is hoarse, but she swallows thickly a few times before trying again. "Naz?" She calls out, louder this time, as tears sting against her eyes. Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay. "Can you hear me?" It's impossible to miss the way that her voice cracks on the last syllable.
ᴡʜᴏ: DELILAH RIPLEY & KALEB RIPLEY ( @rebellicnrising )
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: SOMEBODY'S LAUNCH PARTY
ᴡʜᴇɴ: MORNING OF THE (PROPER) LAUNCH
According to her parents, Delilah had thrown a tantrum when she was informed – at the ripe age of one, no less – that she would be getting a baby brother. Granted, she cannot remember this ever happening, and therefore is unable to verify the story's authenticity – but it certainly does sound like something she would have done. Having the spotlight ripped away from her and split in two would have certainly put a dampener on her little life – even if she now can no longer remember a life before her brother existed. It didn't matter in the end, anyway. She had barely needed to stretch herself in order to win back their parents' favour, to steal back her spotlight. And the rest, as they say, had been history.
She hears Kaleb before she sees him – a voice that, by virtue of their shared upbringing, she would recognise anywhere. She's not surprised to find him at such an event – it had been instilled in both of them, but Kaleb's love of the games had always far exceeded her own. He had built his entire life around it, after all. Her feet carry her towards the voice before she can think better of it – an insult already forming on the tip of her tongue. When was the last time she'd seen her brother, let alone spoken with him? It must have been before all of that unfortunate business with their mother ( yes, yes, she was terribly sad to hear the news ).
"H. Junior," She greets, shoving a few of her brother's contemporaries out of her way. She knew how greatly he loathed being referred to by their father's name, which is why she took great pleasure in calling him that. "Did you have any money on the games being postponed? Or on half the tributes being M.I.A?" She asks with a wicked grin. "Who's looking good to win this year? I like that awful one from District Ten... butcher, or whatever his name is." A pause, she drops her voice a little lower. "Has dad contacted you? You know... about funeral arrangements?"
ᴡʜᴏ: PRUDENCE WARREN & NAZANIN NABAVI ( @reblrths )
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ: UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, CAPITOL
ᴡʜᴇɴ: DAY OF THE LAUNCH
As far as missions went, this one should be simple. Get into the meeting point, get the weapons, get them into the tower, and get out. Only four steps, simple. Of course, this didn't stop Prudence from fretting. Any number of things could go wrong along the way – they could be pulled up by peacekeepers in the city, the distractions in the tower could go awry, they could face difficulty moving the actual cargo – and so we find Prue pacing up and down as she waits for the remainder of their team to arrive, eyes flickering nervously between her watch, and the other companion of the room.
Nazanin, for her part, seems unperturbed – of course, Prue thought that she always looked like this, so effortlessly cool beside Prue's obsessive, neurotic nattering. She ignores the way her heart flutters at the knowledge that they're currently alone together – something which has been exceedingly difficult to achieve since they had embarked to the Capitol. She also ignores the way that the light reflecting off Naz's eyes give them a mesmerising golden hue. Because there is a task at hand – and these details are irrelevant.
"This'll work, right?" She asks – today was the culmination of everything they'd been working towards thus far. If it went sideways, the entire rebellion might be over before it ever had the chance to begin. "You think this'll work?"
