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Dec. 19th, 2013 09:18 pmDon't die.
There are bigger things at stake these Games, but the little voice in Johanna's head has been bred and born of a survivor's instinct awoken years ago. She's no victor by chance and even if these Games are about protecting a beacon for the people, the flare of instinct is kicking up a fuss as Johanna stands on the platform and waits for the countdown that will bring her back to the killing arena.
She knows what she's supposed to do. Of course she knows, no one can shut up it. Katniss wants Nuts and Volts and Johanna knows that while they might be victors, they're ripe for the picking in a field of killers like the one they're entering. Lucky, then, that Johanna's just as wild and wicked as the rest of them. There's going to be an axe, she knows that much, and once she has that in her hand, she's going to tear her way through the careers with pleasure.
Don't die.
In 10, 9, 8...
There's so many variables at play and Katniss better not fuck up. If she dies after they've gone to all this trouble to make sure their plans are in place...
7, 6, 5...
Johanna closes her eyes and stares upwards at the black disc covering the entrance to the arena. There's a mix of trepidation and the hint of fear in her body, but there's also something dangerous there. It's anticipation.
4, 3, 2...
And then there's nothing left to wait for as she rises and rises, pulled up like the victor she has onto her podium before she's let into the wild to kill again. She grins darkly to herself as she clenches her fists at her side and mouths 'one' as the disc opens and delivers her into the arena.
Which happens to be a very pristine looking hotel lobby. The only sign she's distressed is in her eyes. She presses her weight into her heels a little tighter as if to prevent the explosives beneath her from blowing and tightens her core as she crouches, hoping this isn't some new twist the game-makers have developed. "Hey!" she shouts, aware she's calling attention to herself, but fully aware that she's more than capable of handling anyone who comes her way. "Come and get me!" They can come to her.
Johanna can wait.
There are bigger things at stake these Games, but the little voice in Johanna's head has been bred and born of a survivor's instinct awoken years ago. She's no victor by chance and even if these Games are about protecting a beacon for the people, the flare of instinct is kicking up a fuss as Johanna stands on the platform and waits for the countdown that will bring her back to the killing arena.
She knows what she's supposed to do. Of course she knows, no one can shut up it. Katniss wants Nuts and Volts and Johanna knows that while they might be victors, they're ripe for the picking in a field of killers like the one they're entering. Lucky, then, that Johanna's just as wild and wicked as the rest of them. There's going to be an axe, she knows that much, and once she has that in her hand, she's going to tear her way through the careers with pleasure.
Don't die.
In 10, 9, 8...
There's so many variables at play and Katniss better not fuck up. If she dies after they've gone to all this trouble to make sure their plans are in place...
7, 6, 5...
Johanna closes her eyes and stares upwards at the black disc covering the entrance to the arena. There's a mix of trepidation and the hint of fear in her body, but there's also something dangerous there. It's anticipation.
4, 3, 2...
And then there's nothing left to wait for as she rises and rises, pulled up like the victor she has onto her podium before she's let into the wild to kill again. She grins darkly to herself as she clenches her fists at her side and mouths 'one' as the disc opens and delivers her into the arena.
Which happens to be a very pristine looking hotel lobby. The only sign she's distressed is in her eyes. She presses her weight into her heels a little tighter as if to prevent the explosives beneath her from blowing and tightens her core as she crouches, hoping this isn't some new twist the game-makers have developed. "Hey!" she shouts, aware she's calling attention to herself, but fully aware that she's more than capable of handling anyone who comes her way. "Come and get me!" They can come to her.
Johanna can wait.