Annie Cresta (quietvictor) wrote in triangleilogs, @ 2011-01-19 10:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | annie cresta, finnick odair |
Who: Annie & Open (Finnick?)
When: Wednesday
Where: Her room, then the beach
What: Arrival
Rating: Likely low
Status: In progress
Annie woke up with the smell of salt water air filling her senses. This would have been hardly unusual, of course, especially for a lifetime resident of District 4, except that Annie hadn't seen District 4 (much less the ocean) in months. Those months had been spent first as a prisoner of the Capitol, held for information she didn't have on Finnick- they kept insinuating that she was part of the rebel forces that had destroyed the 75th Games, that she knew something that could have helped them. She didn't, of course- Mags had taken Annie's place as the District 4 tribute for the Games, and Annie had once again been shuffled to the background while Finnick and Mags were shipped off to the Capitol... She had been certain she'd never see either, again. (It was one good thing about living in the Victor's Village, Annie supposed- it was easier to avoid the telecasts of the Games which were required viewing for every other citizen of Panem.) Annie hadn't seen Finnick's stellar performances, or Mags' self-sacrificing for the sake of Peeta. She hadn't known- and had told the Capitol truthfully- that she had no idea where Finnick was. Annie did know, however- and it sickened her when she thought about it- that the Capitol was keeping her not truly for information, but for bait. Small fish lead to bigger fish, after all- and she was a small fish.
She was right, of course. Thankfully, however, Annie's rescue from the Capitol had been a successful one, and her reunion with Finnick in District 13 a heart-wrenching scene. She'd hardly left him alone in District 13, though despite her worries that she was a burden, Finnick never once complained. They'd even spoken of marriage, something that astounded Annie- she hadn't ever imagined that what she had with Finnick might lead to that, but she couldn't find a reason to argue it. (Well, she could- those thoughts of her being more trouble than she was worth- but Finnick always always made those worries go away.)
Today, though, she hadn't woken up in District 13. She wasn't in the small compartment that was her assigned living space, she was in a room worthy of the Capitol- Annie would have thought it was the Capitol, if it wasn't for the smell of salt water in the air. She knew that smell, knew it anywhere- and it wasn't the same as the air of the Capitol, which was thin and whispy and hard to breathe. It wasn't the same as the air of District 13, which (despite their assurances of sufficient purification and circulation systems underground) always felt stale and used.
Sitting bolt upright in bed- a bed covered in pillows with a softer matress than Annie had ever been on before- she looked around, eyes wide in alarm. A wide glass door to her left proved that there was, indeed, the ocean here- though it wasn't a familiar one like the shores of District 4. In front of her was a suitcase, propped open so she could see that it contained her clothes- clothes she hadn't seen since she was abducted from District 4. A glance down at herself confirmed that she wasn't even sleeping in the District 13 standard issue sleeping clothes that she remembered.
What was worst of all, however, was that she couldn't hear anything. No gulls over the water, not even the lapping of the waves at the shore. No sounds of voices from outside, and no sign that anyone else had been in this mysterious room. Annie could feel the pressure in her head, and her hands came up to cover her ears as she drew her knees up to her chest and screamed.
It was a long minute before she finally regained control. No one was coming for her, so she had to figure this out for herself. (While her 'fight or flight' instinct was almost permanently toward 'flight', there were exceptions to the rule.) Annie got out of bed, not stopping to investigate her appearance before crossing over to the doors that lead outside. Steeling herself, she opened them to a rush of warm sea air- and for a moment, she almost lost her confidence. But after a moment more, she found herself on the beach, the sand warm under her feet, and the ocean beckoning to her as she walked forward.