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Jul. 11th, 2015 07:46 pmShe'd meant to find them a bar.
The trouble with the doors is that some of them have the nasty habit of delivering you right back to the arena and Johanna knows perfectly well what happens the day she decides she's had enough of this and heads back to Panem. Torture, mutilation, more torture, and all in the name of the future she's not even sure she wants to participate in, anymore. That said, there are also doors that take you to incredible places and she could use one of those.
She's even nabbed Haymitch to come with her. There's no bar where they are, but she sees a familiar sight looming ahead and hears the charged cheers that are all too familiar to her. It's a crowd chanting for death. It's throngs of people with their blood up. She nods her head in the direction of the stadium (oh, who the hell is she joking, it's just another arena) and grabs at Haymitch's hand so he doesn't get lost as Johanna slips into the stands of the arena and looks down at the show.
Her lip curls in disgust when she finds exactly what she'd feared.
Down there, with weapons and a crowd, are two men fighting each other and she really doesn't think they're going to be getting drinks when it's all said and done. This isn't Panem, though. Which means...
"Looks like we're not the only idiots who came up with the idea of killing each other for sport," she mutters the words bitterly.
The trouble with the doors is that some of them have the nasty habit of delivering you right back to the arena and Johanna knows perfectly well what happens the day she decides she's had enough of this and heads back to Panem. Torture, mutilation, more torture, and all in the name of the future she's not even sure she wants to participate in, anymore. That said, there are also doors that take you to incredible places and she could use one of those.
She's even nabbed Haymitch to come with her. There's no bar where they are, but she sees a familiar sight looming ahead and hears the charged cheers that are all too familiar to her. It's a crowd chanting for death. It's throngs of people with their blood up. She nods her head in the direction of the stadium (oh, who the hell is she joking, it's just another arena) and grabs at Haymitch's hand so he doesn't get lost as Johanna slips into the stands of the arena and looks down at the show.
Her lip curls in disgust when she finds exactly what she'd feared.
Down there, with weapons and a crowd, are two men fighting each other and she really doesn't think they're going to be getting drinks when it's all said and done. This isn't Panem, though. Which means...
"Looks like we're not the only idiots who came up with the idea of killing each other for sport," she mutters the words bitterly.