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71st_victor ([personal profile] 71st_victor) wrote in [community profile] all_inclusive2014-02-03 07:48 pm

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It had taken her a long time to find it, but once she has it in her possession, they'll have to pry it from her cold dead hands to get her to give up the small, but functional axe she'd found on the grounds in a shed. It's probably the remnant of some old gardener, but in her hands, it could be the difference between life and death.

She wishes there were tall trees around, the kind of soaring redwoods that adorned Seven. She'd learned to wield the sharp edge of her blade on thick trees standing hundreds of times the size of her. Meek, weak, and a little mousy, Johanna had learned that everything can fall if you apply enough pressure and cut them down at the right angle. Everyone falls and everyone bleeds.

Johanna hefts up the axe and makes her way outside, careful not to appear too overtly threatening. There are strangers roaming here and she needs to maintain the facade in case she has to play them. The axe has to be hidden where she can find it and she needs to seem like the little girl who frightfully entered the Hunger Games. She makes her way to the English Gardens, settling cross-legged on the ground as she starts to dig a hole in the ground. It's nowhere near six feet deep, but it makes her think of the grave she'd basically dug for herself by joining the rebellion.

Once she gets three feet down, she gets the axe in there, covering it up quickly and dragging over several blue bell flowers to mark the spot in a circle. She wipes the sweat from her face, smearing her cheeks with dirt like a hasty camouflage.

She's going to keep protecting herself, no matter the cost.

Johanna catches movement in the corner of her eye and she softens her posture and her expression, careful not to look too aggressive. She draws her hand over the soil and keeps the shadow in her peripheral vision, always wary. "Did you come to look at the flowers?" she asks quietly, head down, eyes averted.

Meek, weak, and murderous if given the chance.
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[personal profile] burn_with_us 2014-02-04 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I came to get outside," Katniss says, watching Johanna carefully. None of the victors is ever who they seem and Katniss always has to remind herself that these are experienced killers, just like her. But, also like her, Johanna and Finnick don't seem particularly interested in offing her so she has a wary sort of friendship. She isn't sure what Johanna is up to but she decides not to let it bother her until it becomes an actual issue.

"I can't stand being away from the woods this long. Even in the arena there's...nature. The hotel just drives me crazy."
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[personal profile] burn_with_us 2014-02-04 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh, no. Not yet." Katniss thinks she will eventually, considering that seems to be the key to getting back to 12 but right now, she needs to rest up and regain her strength. She's been eating well in the hotel and that's exactly what she needs.

"I bet you'd like the snow too. I looked in there. There's trees so big you can't even see around them. I wouldn't even begin to know how to climb them."
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[personal profile] burn_with_us 2014-02-05 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)

"It's gone," Katniss confirms, rubbing at the spot. There's a disgusting scar there several inches long and it's raised up and red in a way that tells her that it's never going to heal; she's seen enough injuries at her mother's side to know that.

"Not that it matters, I'm sure they're monitoring us here with cameras if nothing else."

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[personal profile] wearethehunters 2014-02-04 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Hell no," Chuck says dismissively. He's been out for a run, determined to stay fighting fit in case some bloody door finally falls open to let him through and back to the Kaiju War. Even in a world without Kaiju, the only thing he knows how to do is fight them or train to fight them or think about new strategies to fight them.

He has to be ready.

"You?"

Something about her makes Chuck want to get the measure of this girl. She's wilting and sweet–but so is Mako, until the occasion says otherwise.
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[personal profile] wearethehunters 2014-02-05 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
That glance, too, reminds him of Mako but Chuck just shrugs. He doesn't see beauty in blue anymore. He sees poison blood, bio-luminescence, and death. They'd been organic creatures too, part of nature in a way.

"Can't imagine why. Just an ecosystem of things that are like as not to kill you."
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[personal profile] wearethehunters 2014-02-05 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
She's another one then. Chuck doesn't expect it anymore. He and Raleigh are the only ones here who have any idea about the Kaiju, about everything they've both given up for the sake of an ungrateful world.

"Breach in the Pacific Ocean. Shitload of aliens out to kill humanity for ten years now."

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[personal profile] three_two_one 2014-02-05 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not really," Felicity answered, tapping away on the Franken-laptop she carried around the Nexus. "I'm not a flower person, or even a nature person. I mean, they're pretty to look at but pictures don't harbor things that sting you, so I try to stick to those. Don't let me disturb your gardening, though."

She said the last in deference to the dirt smear on the other woman's cheek.
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[personal profile] three_two_one 2014-02-06 12:39 am (UTC)(link)
Felicity blinked at the woman for a second. Because that wasn't dark, and a little creepy. "Maybe I should just leave you to your flowers? Didn't mean to intrude on the goth musings. My boss has his moments like that and I'm pretty sure my ramble is the last thing he wants to hear."
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That made Felicity laugh. "Actually, I'm pretty sure all he wants me to do when I start rambling is stop given how often he interrupts me when I do it. Anyway, not important. I was leaving you to the broody gardening thing if you wanted to be alone."

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[personal profile] 65th_victor 2014-02-07 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't a surprise when Johanna speaks when he's still feet away, but then, Finnick isn't trying to sneak up on her. She is absolutely the last person in the world he would expect to be able to sneak up on, and also the last person he would want to anyway.

He drops down heavily next to her without saying anything, because he feels exhausted from everything that's happened, bone weary in a way that he refrains from showing anybody usually. No mask in place, no charm, no flirtation. But she's seen all the worst parts of him already, so he figures there's nothing left to hide. Really, she's the only person he wants to see anyway, the only person who will understand what's happening, even if she might not give a damn.

"Jo," he says, his exhaustion bleeding through into his voice. "Annie's here."
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[personal profile] 65th_victor 2014-02-07 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Finnick looks up at Johanna at the question. He supposes it's not terribly surprising, and he knows that, for Johanna, it's downright polite. He presses his hands against his face for a moment, closes his eyes. He knows that she's not going to like the news any better than he did.

"She's from further along than any of us," Finnick answers after a moment. "Near the end of the water. Ten months after the Quell."

Those months -- for him, for Johanna, for Katniss -- they're all life-changing. For the longest time, Finnick had taken for granted that the hardest part of his life had come and gone when he was 14. Now, he knows better. He was never meant to live an easy life, and he knew the revolution wasn't going to simple, but hearing everything that will go wrong in one go makes it a difficult thing to swallow. Too many of his loved ones are hurt in the process.
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[personal profile] 65th_victor 2014-02-08 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)
An advantage. He doesn't know if there's any advantage to be had, really. For all intensive purposes, they accomplish everything they set out to do. They overthrow the government. Win the war. It's just not without a cost. One that, logistically, they had all known they were going to have to pay.

He feels so off kilter, so unlike himself, that it's startling. He's having trouble reacting properly.

"We win the war," Finnick answers. "You and Annie are tortured by the Capitol. I die." He doesn't bother with building up to the topic or easing into it. Between Johanna and him, there aren't any bandages. They've both seen too much to bother shying away from the horrors. Winning the war is the optimum outcome; the torture and his death are the worst results.

And in that regard, a very selfish regard, he feels like the only possible advantage for Annie being brought here from so far into their future is a personal one. So they can spend more time together. There's nothing that will make the war easier or less violent, but there is a chance that he and Annie can spend one more night together.

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[personal profile] digyourman 2014-02-08 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"To weed them, actually," Larry replied from where he'd stopped a few feet away, hands covered in dirt-smudged work gloves, his head tilted with mild curiosity. There was something entirely too familiar about the hunch of this girl's shoulders, of the wary flick of sharp eyes completely in contrast with the softness of her voice.

He really ought to have walked off right then, but Larry had never been terribly smart about these things.

"You're a little big to be making mud pies," he pointed out, squinting against the afternoon sun.
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[personal profile] digyourman 2014-02-13 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Dropping his wooden box of supplies with a rattle, Larry looked out over the flower beds and then back to the girl. Closed off, he thought, but trying desperately to seem the contrary.

"Well," he answered at length as he knelt beside her and began rummaging through the box. "I get paid to do this. I don't mind the help, but you're going to have to let me buy you lunch or a drink or something in payment." He glanced up at her, utterly guileless, and then held out a second pair of gloves. "Otherwise it wouldn't exactly be fair."
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[personal profile] digyourman 2014-02-19 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I am from Boulder, Colorado," Larry replied, an answer that had finally established itself at the top of a mental hierarchy that included too damned many places. "That is on Earth, if you're unfamiliar. In the United States of America. Or, what used to be the United States of America," he conceded with a cant of his head as he reached for a weed and gave it a firm pull.

"I'm Larry," he added a moment later, casting her a sidelong glance.

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