Instincts that had been dormant for years surge up. Johanna's done her best not to get rusty. It's not that she had ever expected to be thrust back into the Hunger Games, but after what Snow did to her family, she needed to be able to protect herself and the sharp guarantee of an axe's edge was a sweet thing to have faith in. When she heard Finnick, her first thought is cynical as she wonders why he isn't near her.
She breathes in short, sharp bursts as impatience begins to flood her system and she wars with herself over whether to take a step off the launch pad. "Whatever they're trying to do, it won't work!" She cranes her neck upwards, searching for a camera. This can't be the arena. This posh luxury so evocative of the Capitol. Then her stomach sinks and she nearly falters a step back. Maybe this is the arena and they're playing in a different kind of jungle; the luxurious wallpaper of the Capitol to accompany their killing.
They wouldn't, would they? Would they really tarnish their precious halls with victor's blood?
"Finnick!" she shouts back, a burst of staccato noise. "In here!"
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Date: 2013-12-20 03:05 am (UTC)She breathes in short, sharp bursts as impatience begins to flood her system and she wars with herself over whether to take a step off the launch pad. "Whatever they're trying to do, it won't work!" She cranes her neck upwards, searching for a camera. This can't be the arena. This posh luxury so evocative of the Capitol. Then her stomach sinks and she nearly falters a step back. Maybe this is the arena and they're playing in a different kind of jungle; the luxurious wallpaper of the Capitol to accompany their killing.
They wouldn't, would they? Would they really tarnish their precious halls with victor's blood?
"Finnick!" she shouts back, a burst of staccato noise. "In here!"