Who: Primrose and Open When: After school, Monday What: Studying, doing homework Where: Library Rating: Lowish Status: Open
Hauling a bag, filled to near splitting point, Primrose tugged open the door to the library. The effort alone caused the young woman to break into a bit of a sweat and with all the effort, heavy luggage in the back, she was surprised gravity did not do its awful, evil work. Instead, she managed to slip inside, cold air rushing over her and ruffling her blond hair. The man made breeze cooled the perspiration and Prim looked up, flashing a smile to the young ladies behind the desk, before heading for the elevator. Normally, the blond would have trekked the stairs, but with such a heavy load on her back, any unnecessary physical activity was out of the question. Stepping inside, the blond waited till the door whooshed to a close, taking a moment to breath and shrug out of the backpack. Though school had just started, the teachers were already preaching the necessity of a heavy homework load and Prim, wanting to do the best she could, was intent on doing everything she could to maintain and, if possible, get ahead. The latter part of the statement did not seem possible, but Primrose was determined.
When the door slid open, Primrose reclaimed her backpack, and stepped out. It didn't surprise Primrose to find that more than a few of the tables were occupied with students, some familiar and some not. If she stayed here, she figured they might all become familiar eventually. Taking a deep breath, Primrose started towards an open table, heaving the backpack on to the table with a thud and sinking into the seat. For a second, she relished in the cool air and the freedom of having the books far from her physical form. After a moment, she reached up and unzipped her bag, pulling out her algebra book and a notebook. Knowing that her teacher preferred pencil, Primrose had invested in more than a few mechanical ones, liking the precision and point of the thin lead to paper. She'd also taken to investing in the free assignment notebook provided by the school and every single assignment was neatly printed in black and white for the correct date. Maybe she was a little obsessive, but considering what her life had held before, it wasn't surprising. Prim couldn't help, but take every second here as special, essential, and meaningful. In her world, there was war, famine, death, sickness, and pain, but in Madison, Katniss and Prim finally found a peace and she never wanted to take any part of that, even homework, for granted.
With a brief look at the notebook, Primrose flipped open the book and started scrawling down the first problem in the most perfect prose she could muster. After all, writing wasn't all that important when a needle and thread could save a life or, at least, prolong one. While Primrose knew she would always want to save a life, to heal those who needed it, she did not miss the violence from her world. She did not miss seeing someone die as her mother hovered, all attention on the person, their last dying breaths all she would hear for the rest of her existence. Saving lives was a gift, a beautiful one, but when they failed, when there was no hope, it could be a haunting one too. Homework could be frightening because Prim did not want to fail, but it was nothing compared to losing a life...a life that depended on you alone. Shaking her head, Primrose focused on the problem, the numbers and the way they went. The solution, the formula, and everything else, but home and the consequences it reaped.