WHO: Peeta Mellark, Jenny, and open to Doreah once she arrives WHAT: Not sitting tight, obviously. WHERE: A sealed crypt in a cemetary in Lawrence WHEN: Somewhere between Thursday evening and Friday morning; easy to lose track of time when you're sealed in a crypt, see. lol RATING: TBA but probably no more than PG or PG-13 STATUS: In progress
It was with a gasp and a groan that Peeta woke from his unconsious state. Immediately, he sat up and, immediately, he regretted the quick movement as white hot pain shot through his body and his vision went blurry for a moment before he found them focused on a strange woman. She looked around his age. She was blonde and, at first, he saw Cassie, because he wanted, he supposed, to see Katniss. Raising a hand to his head, he closed his eyes for a moment and then refocused on the other person in the musty, cold room. She was neither Katniss nor Cassie. He'd never seen her before, actually, at all.
Peeta Mellark wasn't the type to sit around and wait, especially when Katniss could be in danger. With him not there, who knew what could be happening to her? That caught his immediate focus and he clumsily attempted to get to his feet, only managing to crumple back to the floor in a heap of exhaustion and dizziness. Peeta swore under his breath. "How long have I been out?" he asked, frowning up at her, whoever she was.
They needed to get out. He couldn't just sit there and wait. If he'd been gone too long, Katniss would worry and end up going out looking for him. The idea of her going out into that mess of plastic people like the ones who'd attacked him and knocked him out cold, presumably to get him here, made Peeta sick to his stomach. If anything happened to her while he was wherever this was, he'd never forgive himself. He shouldn't have gone into work...or tried, anyway.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, Peeta could see that Katniss had texted him a couple of times to tell him to be careful if he was trying to go to work, but when he tried to tell her that he was all right and to wait for him, he found that there was no signal bars. The texts wouldn't send. He wondered when the texts had gone through and just what she was doing at that moment. If he had to guess, he sure hoped Cindy was with her.
"I'm Peeta," he told the woman when he pulled his focus away from the phone and back to the girl in the room. "Who are you?"