Tavia Kincaid (i_keep_peace) wrote in islandrpg, @ 2013-07-07 14:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | cinder, ice |
Rumor has it
Characters: Ice, open
When: late morning
Location: central area of the settlement
Warnings/Rating: none anticipated
Summary: Ice heard a certain Girl on Fire had arrived, and she is wary
Status: Open, ongoing
Logan had made a point of alerting her the day prior that Katniss had arrived, and that Ice had come up in the course of conversation. She did appreciate the heads-up; it would have been unfortunate to cross paths with the Mockingjay without some sort of warning. While she didn't wear her uniform here, everything about her still sang the song of a Peacekeeper. The way she moved, her expression (or lack thereof), her alertness ... they all spoke of a wealthy district's Peacekeeper -- which, of course, she had been. She didn't truthfully think it would matter much to Katniss that near the end she'd been giving some very serious reconsideration to her stance and beginning to search for a way out. It wasn't as though she could simply lay down her uniform and join the rebels; she would've been shot before she'd left the district. Ice had noted more than a couple of new faces around as well. She knew Juliet had brought in one, and Katniss had come in with another new recruit. It was unusual, she thought, to have so many at one go and she hoped it wasn't the start of a trend. If it was though, what could she do about it? There was nothing in her skill set that would be of any use in this. None of them could stop the influx of people; the most they could do was try to accommodate all of them. For a while, that would be a sound plan, but when all the beds were full? When they were rooming three, four, six people to a house? The island was big, she supposed, and she wondered if they were considering expansion beyond their current settlement -- or if they were simply going to wait and see if it even became an issue. Funny thing though, she was sure it would, at some point, become an issue. She didn't think any sort of rescue was in the cards, though she supposed she could be wrong. Ice had taken a place in the center of the settlement, toward the common area, to work on her project of the day. There were a few boxes of what seemed to be miscellaneous parts; her self-appointed task had been to sort them out, to discard any that she could tell were broken beyond repair, and to attempt to mend any that looked like they could be mended. So it was that she was perched on a bench, parts scattered in something like homogeneous piles in front of her, and a box settled beside her. |