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@theinventor-beetee
I notice some new followers! Hi, everyone! I’m over here if you want to play with Beetee. :) Come to me my prey
I'm baaaaaaack! :D But not here. Here. New blog, new FC, same muse and same RPer. I'm already getting to work following some of you. Second time's the charm, right?
OOC:
So, you may have noticed that I've taken a small, unexpected hiatus...well, I'm sorry to say that that hiatus is almost definitely going to become permanent. :/ I gave indie-ing a try, and I just don't think it suits me; I'm more inclined to groups, to be honest. To those I've threaded with -- especially with those with incomplete threads -- I'm very sorry. If by any chance you'd like to contact me on Tumblr OOC, I'd be more than happy to give you that information. So...bye. :c
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"Of course. My name is Cyr Nero. It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr…?" He drew out his hand for a friendly greeting.
Beetee smiled and took the boy's hand, shaking it once. "Cyr," he said, as if tasting the name. "That's...unusual. Unusual is good, though, unusual is good. My name is Beetee. No need for the formality."
OOC:
Beetee confronts someone about the parachutes that ended the war; someone he’s come to loathe.
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Just a little drabble I wrote out of boredom. Not to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty proud of this; it's arguably one of the best things I've written thus far. Check it out, maybe? Or if you'd rather read it on FanFiction.Net, click here. :)
+theinventor-beetee
Annie gave a small nod in response, it sounded easy to live for the little things but putting it into practice could be difficult, especially when she spent so much time alone. “If you deal with a bad memory when you’re alone, how do you push it away?"
"You find something to distract yourself," Beetee answered. "Something to occupy your mind that has nothing to do with the bad memory."
Lacrimosa || Beetee & Annie
Annie flinched slightly at Beetee’s words as if they physically hurt, as if she had been slapped. He was wrong. He didn’t understand. He didn’t know Finnick well enough. Finnick would be home soon. He survived everyone. And he was going to meet his son. He had to, didn’t he? Every man had to meet their children. That meant that Finnick did also. Beetee was wrong. He was wrong, he was wrong, he was wrong. In silence, Annie shook her head, her eyes shut tightly, as if it pained her to open them at all. If Finnick was gone, she would be gone as well, wouldn’t she? If Finnick died, Annie was dead as well. Their souls were tied, like a knot. “N-No!" Annie suddenly shouted, her wild, sea green eyes gazing upwards towards Beetee’s gentle ones. This was the side effect of the madness. Unstable mood swings, going from complete silence and peace in one moment, to a mad, screaming girl the next. “You’re wrong!" Annie shouted, shaking her head wildly and turning away from Beetee, her grip white on the counter, trying her best to keep herself stable. He was wrong. He just didn’t get it. Finnick would be home soon. She had no doubt about it.
Flinching away from Beetee completely, Annie turned to gaze up towards him, as if he had betrayed her, as if he had done something wrong. But he hadn’t. He was only trying to help. But like all other times, when people tried to help, when people attempted to understand what went on in the mind of Annie Cresta, the madness took over. “He has to come back! Don’t you understand? Finnick can’t die! He’s…He’s too strong for that!" Annie shook her head in silence, making her way quietly towards the front door, her hands trembling as she moved forwards, afraid that if she took one wrong step, she may fall over completely. Breathing in and out slowly, Annie was suddenly quiet. Everything went still, really, and Annie merely stared forwards, her voice suddenly gentle, airy, as if it wasn’t truly there at all. “He’s going to come back. He has to." Turning slightly so that she could watch Beetee in silence, Annie nodded faintly. “Is there anything to eat?"
Beetee gently rested his hands on Annie’s shoulders as her expression contorted, not letting go until she suddenly shrieked at him. Their eyes locked, and her gaze was terrifyingly hazy; it was as if he could see the madness clouding her brilliant sea-green irises. No, not madness, he hastily corrected himself, because she was not mad. She was simply unstable, and in shock. Instability was curable. Shock was curable. Madness was permanent. The words Annie threw at him were like steel daggers; oh, he had to get it through her mind somehow, somehow, but how could he do it in a way that didn’t send her into catatonia?
Their eyes met once more, and Beetee winced at what he read in her glance; Annie stared at him as if he were some kind of monster, villainous, treacherous. He didn’t want to hurt her! He didn’t come to 4 to hurt her. He wanted to help her, with all of his heart and soul; he gave up everything just to help her, and he’d be damned before he admitted she was beyond help. She wasn’t. Uneasily, he watched as she snapped back into her normal, calm, delicate demeanor, and because he couldn’t bear to address that Finnick was dead, that he was never coming back, ever, he answered her other question. “I could make you something, if you’re hungry. Does anything sound particularly good?”
+theinventor-beetee
Annie nodded, “I thought as much. Nothing is easy for a Victor, I can’t imagine what it’s like for people like you, you’ve had to deal with this longer than I have, and I already can’t take it. H-how do you cope?"
“I just...carry on, I suppose. Wiress and I, we help each other through it. We live for the little things. We try not to focus on the bad, only the good. Does that make sense?"
Lacrimosa || Beetee & Annie
Annie glanced up towards Beetee slowly, offering him a barely there smile, and slowly moving her hand off of the wall. Instead, of holding her hand against the hard, plaster surface of the wall, Annie rested her body weight against Beetee, as to not fall over. The revolution had ended up a month or so ago, and Annie still hadn’t fully recuperated from the time spent in Snow’s lair. It left her weak, and still lost. It was the cause of some of the nightmares that Annie had in the night, causing her to wake up in a cold sweat, trembling, shaking, as if she were to die. “I am, I think…" Annie whispered, glancing back towards Beetee hesitantly, and offering him a shaky smile once more.
Slowly, Annie moved away from Beetee, and rotated herself so that she was now leaning over the counter, one hand pressed against its marble countertop, and the other laying gently over her swollen stomach. The baby frightened Annie, more than anything else did in her entire life, really. Annie was alone, up until Finnick returned to her. She would be left to raise a child, a baby, without its father. But, maybe Beetee would still be here, Annie thought, glancing towards the older man in silence, something like deep thought passing through her wild eyes as she gazed back towards Beete quietly. He had been like a father to her, since the ends of living in Thirteen. Annie didn’t quite understand why Beetee was so kind to her. But she was thankful. She wouldn’t quite know what to do without him, really. He helped her, especially on the days in which Annie’s grip on reality loosened significantly. She was lost, silent, and could be screaming in the next second. He always seemed to understand, always seemed to know what to do.
Annie nodded faintly as Beetee gripped onto her shoulder, allowing for her eyes to meet his quietly. “I’m alright…" Annie whispered, struggling for a brief moment before she was standing upright once more, and offering Beetee a slight, reassuring smile. “Sleep would be nice…" She murmured, her voice floating away, as if she were distracted, lost in the caverns of her own mind as she spoke. “But if I sleep, what if I miss Finnick, when he comes home?" Annie uttered gently, tilting her head to the side as she watched Beetee in silence. “I’d…like to be awake when he gets here. I’d like to greet him first."
Instinctively, Beetee stiffened when Annie pressed her hand against him to balance herself, but after a moment or two he brushed the feeling aside and let her lean on him, resting one hand on her back and giving her a somewhat awkward pat to calm her. “That’s good,” he told her gently, releasing her as she edged away, toward the counter. Her smile hurt much more than it should; that shaky, nervous smile that tried to convince him that she was all right was Wiress’s smile for him. But she was not Wiress; she was Annie. Some days it hurt more to remind himself than others. This was one of those days.
Beetee came to her side again as laid her hand over her abdomen, her slightly crazed eyes darting to his. Annie was an interesting mix; at times, she seemed almost savage, the way she shrieked and kicked despite his efforts to calm her. Yet at other times – most of the time – she was quiet, lost, delicate. A flower caught in a frost. A newly hatched bird with broken wings. When she spoke, her voice echoed this fragility, and her words pained him more than any wound he’d ever sustained. Annie truly, honestly believed that Finnick was coming home...and he, Beetee, would have to be the one to crush her dream. He hated it. But he had to. He moved the hand on her shoulder to her back, rubbing soft circles between her shoulder blades the way Wiress always liked to keep her calm, and said gently, quietly, “Annie...Finnick isn’t coming home. He’s in heaven, remember? With everyone else the Capitol took away.” Beetee bit his lip. “I’m sorry.”
+ theinventor-beetee
" I am.." She paused, " Sorry for your loss as well."
He nodded, even though he generally disliked hearing such a thing. “It's all right,” he told her, but it wasn't. Not really.
OOC:
To the 15 people I just unfollowed –
Please note that I am very, very sorry. I simply couldn’t keep up! My dash was so clogged, and I didn’t interact with about half of you...I had to prioritize. To keep my dash clean,I unfollowed most of the OCs and those of you I haven’t interacted with. Again, I’m very sorry, and it’s nothing personal. I should also mention that, as of now, I’m no longer following any Katniss or Annie RPers back. But, if you’re a relatively good Annie, why don’t you give playing Wiress a try? I really, really would like to interact with a Wiress. Pleeeeease? It would make me so very, very happy... :’)
+theinventor-beetee
Katniss swallowed the lump of grief in her throat that he conjured with the mere mention of her sister. “You didn’t know." She muttered, teeth sinking into the inside of her bottom lip. “She was’t supposed to be there." God, who let such a little girl out into that mess? Who was so stupid. “You saved a lot more people than you hurt, Beetee, she’d be proud of that."
"I knew they would murder hundreds of people," he insisted. "Does it matter that I didn't know who? But...that being said...I wouldn't have built them if I knew how they'd be used, Katniss. If I knew where Coin would drop them. I didn't know. If you never believe anything else I say -- and I understand if you don't -- believe that I never, ever would have made those bombs if I knew they'd be used on Prim and the medics." He closed his eyes and sighed; at Katniss's next words, he laughed, low and bitter laughter that didn't really suit him. "Who did I save? Not the one person who counted. Not the one person I promised to protect." He shook his head. "The one person I cared about. I got her killed."
OOC:
All these lovely new followers! :) I love it. For the few of you I haven’t followed back, however, please note that it’s absolutely nothing personal – it simply wouldn’t make sense for your character and Beetee to interact because of my verses (post-74th, pre-75th and post-MJ). Sorry! :/
I’m still looking for a Wiress to RP with, so if anyone is interested, please contact me! I need Beeress! It helps me breathe! It gives me inner strength!
+theinventor-beetee
Annie smiled weakly, “Even if I felt like I ought to speak to him about it, I wouldn’t know what to say to him without sounding needy." Pausing for a few moments, she thought the entire situation over. “It will never be easy will it? Two victors being in love?"
Beetee nodded, still unsure about this plan. At her next words, he smiled wryly and shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Annie. I'm afraid not."
+theinventor-beetee
"He won’t know any different." Annie mumbled, “I don’t want to bring up the Capitol when he’s home and he’s calm. It’s better for him that way. He helps me, and I help him. I guess it’s some sort of deal we made but never actually spoke about."
“All right...” said Beetee, very reluctantly. “If you say so. Whatever works for you, I suppose.”
Lacrimosa || Beetee & Annie
Annie lay on her side, her body trembling just slightly in the heat. A soft sheen of sweat crossed over Annie’s pale flesh, covered in slight goosebumps along her arm, where a fan was set up before it. Annie wore a plain, light green dress, that covered up her small baby bump well. She almost didn’t like to look at it, really. It sounded quite horrible to say, but it was true. It made her think of Finnick. Her husband. They kept on telling her the same thing, over and over and over again. He’s not coming back, Annie. It’ll never be the same. He won’t be there when you get home. And still, she refused to believe them. Finnick couldn’t die. He wouldn’t. She wouldn’t allow him to. Everywhere Finnick went, he survived. He had survived the Capitol, he had survived the Games, and he had survived the Quarter Quell. Finnick was the strongest person in the world. He would survive. And then he would come back home, find Annie, and they would be happy again. Happy with their new child.
She was still only three months into the pregnancy. Her stomach was showing, but only slightly, due to Annie’s thin frame. The pregnancy was hard on Annie, even so early in the process. Her back hurt, she couldn’t sleep, and she grew tired easily. Annie also often became dizzy, having to grip onto the walls to move around the home. Spots of blackness appeared in her eyes, and sometimes, but only when she was particularly happy, Annie would see him. Finnick. Standing at the door, ushering for Annie to move forwards, to wrap her arms around him, and stay there, in his grip. But always, as soon as Annie came close enough to touch him, Finnick would disappear, and Annie would drop to the floor, screaming his name, sobbing, her small body wracking with each scream. Beetee would always be there to help, though. He was kind, good. And Annie appreciated it more than anything. Finnick had trusted Beetee throughout the Games, and during the length of the time they spent in Thirteen. Beetee had assisted Finnick, and had done his best to keep him alive.
At the sound of his voice, Annie sat up quietly, her hands still trembling slightly as she pushed herself off of the bed. “Coming!" The walk from her room, towards the kitchen wasn’t a long one, and soon enough, Annie had one hand pressed against the wall, steadying herself as she stood in the doorway of the small room. “Beetee.." Annie said quietly, her tired, but still brilliantly green eyes searching the room and landing on stack of newly cleaned dishes. “You didn’t have to….I could have helped…I used to be quite good at dishes…I would clean them with my mother. She washed, and I dried…and it worked well, I think…" Annie’s eyes rose quietly, meeting Beetee in a still sort of quiet. She broke off immediately, as she always did. Leaving things unhinged, uncompleted, was a side-effect of the madness. The madness grew worse after Finnick’s death. She was unstable, often went long periods of time without speaking, only staring forwards in a deathly silence.
At her response, Beetee turned and approached Annie – cautiously, though, always cautiously – as she leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. It was obviously she had either been about to have a nap or had just woken up; he gently laid a hand on her shoulder and said, “I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”
But was she? She was much too thin, making the small bulge of her child much more prominent than it should be at three months; her hair was tangled; her bright green eyes were ringed with violet shadows that told tales of nights spent screaming instead of sleeping. It pained Beetee to see her this way...but she was alive, he reminded himself. She’s getting better. The exhaustion is part of the pregnancy. The emotions are part of the pregnancy. She isn’t mad. She’s getting better, she’s getting better, she’s getting better.
He repeated this mantra to himself several times before he addressed her other comment: “No, I figured you needed the rest. It’s all right.” He sighed softly, mostly to himself, when she broke off, grasping her shoulder just a tad bit more firmly so as to keep her from slipping away. " Are you all right, Annie? You look like you could use a little more sleep." Or a meal. Or something, anything to take away the haze in her eyes. That was what scared him the most; but again, Annie was not mad. She couldn't be. She was getting better. She had to be. He was a smart man; he learned from his mistakes. Which, in theory, meant he couldn't fail twice.
+theinventor-beetee
Quickly, Annie shook her head. “N-no. I don’t get to see him often and I don’t want to make him mad with things like this when he’s home. It’s the only break he gets and I like to see him happy." She spoke so suddenly that she appeared to be stumbling over her words. “If he ever brings it up then we will talk about it, but if he doesn’t then I’ll keep quiet."
“Oh, Annie, I’m sure he won’t be mad. This is something you two need to talk about...if anything, he’ll be unhappy if you keep it from him,” Beetee advised. "I know you prefer him to be happy, but honesty is important."