katniss everdeen (fireandarrows) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2015-01-09 20:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, finnick odair, katniss everdeen |
Who: Katniss & Finnick
What: Katniss comes home from the woods with some news.
When: Friday, early afternoon
Where: their apartment
Warnings: TBD, discussion of Hunger Games themed-violence etc is always a possibility
Having a bow and a license to use it, and a general idea of where the woods were, had made it almost impossible for Katniss to stay in the city. But she'd waited just a little bit, to coincide with the first three days of the classes she was supposed to attend. Eventually, she expected that she'd have to go, although she doubted it would go very well. Her attention span had never fully recovered after her stay in the hospital in District 13, and even if she'd felt capable of paying attention to her schoolwork, it just seemed so... unnecessary was the wrong word, because she had none of her money from home, and eventually she supposed she'd need a job. But after having been in the arena, Katniss just felt so out of sync with the way normal people lived their lives. She didn't belong in a classroom or a workplace. If she belonged anywhere, she belonged in the woods.
So she went to the woods. The day before she left, she'd made the dubious decision to find and purchase one of the books that told her story-- the last one, the only one that held any information she didn't already know. Sitting on the train and then on the bus, she'd forced herself to read some of it. It was like pulling teeth, reading her own thoughts on paper, which simultaneously made her feel angry, vulnerable, and silly and ridiculous for some of the things that went through her mind. And then there was, of course, the events themselves. She managed to read until she'd found out what happened to Peeta, and then closed the book and put it aside.
The rest of the trip to the woods was spent convincing herself that it was for the best. That Peeta might be changed, but if it was only in regards to her, and if she was going to die anyway (presumably at the end of the book, since it was written from her perspective), then maybe he'd be able to spend the rest of his life relatively normally. He couldn't be triggered if she wasn't around, and he wouldn't mourn her if he hated her, would he? He was going to live-- and, she had also noted, so would Annie. There was surely more to come, and maybe she would read it eventually, maybe she wouldn't. She'd found the information she was looking for.
It was easier to cope with it once she was in the woods. She explored as much of it as she could, looking for the best places to find game in the colder months, digging up what few edible plants were surviving the lower temperatures. It was a relief to find that there were a fair number of plants she recognized, from the Meadow and from her training in the arena. And the animals, although scarce, were not particularly accustomed to being hunted, and did not perceive her as a threat. She was able to keep herself fed, and warm, even if she was not well rested.
Then the temperatures dropped. Katniss had planned to spend most of the day on Friday still in the woods, but the winter gear she'd picked up secondhand was not nearly as good as Cinna's designs, and she decided to make her way back rather than risk her health by staying out too long in the snow. Even though she packed up her camp and left the woods at sunrise, the trip back took up a generous portion of the day, and she arrived back at the tower just over an hour before sunset.
She was still lightly speckled with snow when she pushed open the door to the apartment, her game bag (containing a skinny rabbit, a somewhat heftier wild turkey, a handful of herbs, and the book entitled Mockingjay) slung over her shoulder. She dumped it on the floor and stripped off her snow-soaked outer layers, rubbing her hands together to restore warmth to them once her gloves were off. Although he'd probably heard her entrance, if he was here, she called out, "Finnick?"