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You're a little bit damaged, I'm a sucker for that.
Slowly but surely over the last few months, Annie had been learning to trust the Nexus. Her faith was tentative, fragile, but she could not live the whole of her life inside a hotel room, no matter how lush or large. Not in general, and certainly not when she was only a month from being a mother. Holding Finnick's hand needed to be a comfort but not a crutch.
Still, it was an ongoing process, and she always opened doors with care.
From their windows she could see the sprawling gardens, her feet itching to wander amongst the blooms, but the space out there felt far too large, too open and exposed, and she hadn't quite managed going alone yet. Inside was seldom better, a maze of corridors and dead ends, but the library she liked. Quite a lot, actually.
Annie liked books to begin with, but the balcony was what she really loved, here. Sitting at the top of the spiral staircase, she could see the entire room and still get up easily with the help of the railing. A watchful bird on her perch.
She was there now, stack of books beside her on the top step and another open in her lap as she referenced the little notebook she'd taken to carrying around with her here. Everything was so different, and she was eager to learn as much as she could. The music she'd discovered on her telephone was particularly confusing.
Eyes narrowing at the page, Annie frowned. She glanced to her notes and then back again. "This makes no sense at all," she murmurred, and then jerked her attention up as someone else entered the room.
[THG cast mates, please read this first. <3]
Still, it was an ongoing process, and she always opened doors with care.
From their windows she could see the sprawling gardens, her feet itching to wander amongst the blooms, but the space out there felt far too large, too open and exposed, and she hadn't quite managed going alone yet. Inside was seldom better, a maze of corridors and dead ends, but the library she liked. Quite a lot, actually.
Annie liked books to begin with, but the balcony was what she really loved, here. Sitting at the top of the spiral staircase, she could see the entire room and still get up easily with the help of the railing. A watchful bird on her perch.
She was there now, stack of books beside her on the top step and another open in her lap as she referenced the little notebook she'd taken to carrying around with her here. Everything was so different, and she was eager to learn as much as she could. The music she'd discovered on her telephone was particularly confusing.
Eyes narrowing at the page, Annie frowned. She glanced to her notes and then back again. "This makes no sense at all," she murmurred, and then jerked her attention up as someone else entered the room.
[THG cast mates, please read this first. <3]
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"Hi, Annie," she says gently. The last thing she wants to do is startle her and Annie reminds her of the little deer she saw in the meadow back home. They were shy and startled easy but if you coaxed them out, they'd eat from your hand.
"What doesn't make sense?"
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Even so, and even with the tentative and instinctive friendship they two had struck, Annie sometimes felt as if there were gulf of difference between them that she'd never fully cross. Could this Katniss, with differing experiences, be someone different? Would this Katniss still vote for the murder of children out of revenge?
Annie watched her a moment from the top of the stairs, and then pulled herself from the slide of her thoughts and glanced briefly down at her notes.
"Only the lyrics to a song that was on my phone," she answered with a thin-shouldered shrug. "This place is so different."
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"Yeah, it's a lot different than back home," Katniss agrees. The hotel has plenty of food and shelter but, unlike the Capitol, it doesn't seem to come with strings attached. Katniss is a little wary of trusting it but she hasn't had as hard a time with life as Annie has. She couldn't imagine being in the other girl's shoes.
"It's weird having our own tech and not just making it for other people to use. Or...well, I guess fish, from 4. And coal for us. But you know what I mean, right?"
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"I think so, yes," she finally settled on, but her eyes had narrowed in thought, and her gaze slipped into the middle distance. "These things here, though, they don't really feel like they're ours, do they? They don't belong to us because we don't know how to have things we didn't bring into the world with our own hands." She ducked her head and then peered back up to Katniss as she tucked her hair behind her ear. "I never really felt comfortable living in Victor's Village."
She'd always expected someone to come along and take it all away, and in the end, she hadn't been wrong.
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"Me neither." It's not something Katniss has ever admitted out loud before because it's too dangerous to do it but she's never felt comfortable in Victor's Village. Her mother and Prim had thrived in a nice house with nice things and plenty of food but it chafed Katniss. Katniss thinks she would rather be poor, starving and free than trapped in a pretty cage.
"It's like I shouldn't get too used to it because the rug is going to be snatched out from under me. It doesn't change what happened there." She guesses talking about the Arena is the last thing anyone wants to do but the only people who get it are other victors. Nobody else can possibly understand what it does to a person.
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Then again, she'd been different, hadn't she? Finnick's widow, one half of Panem's second most beloved couple, pregnant and supposedly mad. The way she'd been watched over hadn't felt much different from when Snow had been in power, even after Coin was dead.
"We never really change, do we?" she asked, watching Katniss. "People, I mean."
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"I think some can," Katniss says. She has changed a lot since volunteering the first and and she has blossomed under Peeta's attention here in the Nexus. Still, her relationship with Peeta, whatever it actually is, is something she wants to keep a secret for now.
"I just think it depends on what the world has to offer them. We haven't been offered the best of everything. None of the victors have."
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And even while she could see the ways in which she herself had changed, that last meeting still lingered in her mind and made it difficult for her to agree with Katniss. First hand, she'd seen how little people really change.
"I hope this place helps some of us change," she replied, which was true, even if she didn't have much faith in it. Without hope, they truly had nothing.
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"It's a good place for it. Have you tried any of the doors yet?" Katniss likes to explore them when she has the time but it's always with a healthy caution for how quickly a situation can go downhill. The last thing she wants is to get caught unaware and end up dead or worse.
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And therein lay the true worry. Since her arrival, Annie had been meticulous to the point of obsession when it came to stepping through any door in the hotel, so afraid was she that she might accidentally find herself back in Panem and unable to return. Finnick had been more conscientious about it, as well, but still it worried her, that someday his restlessness would get the better of him.
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Katniss instantly regrets asking. She knows that Annie, more than anyone, has reason to be wary of accidentally stepping through the wrong door. She gives her best attempt at a reassuring smile.
"Well, you know what? Maybe I can test them all before Finnick goes through. Then he's safe, right?"
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"You're such a good person, Katniss. You would take care of everyone if they let you, I think." Her smile was faint but genuine. "If I agreed to that and anything happened to you, I'd never ever forgive myself."
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The few Katniss has found that are dangerous, she has immediately turned around and never went back through them. It's a luxury this place gives her that the Districts never did.
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"Doesn't poetry usually make some kind of sense?" she asked him, peering down between the spindly railing of the stairs.
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He hadn't exactly stopped to think that music might vary. True, it might be different, but music is music. Notes and vocals and music, which is what he's heard of, but he's really only ever known his own world and now this place, so who is he to presume? He keeps some space beside them because he thinks Annie could use the breathing room. "What's it sound like? Where you come from?"
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It sounds as if she's from a time centuries back, from before things became modern and music expanded to various styles. It's not like he's ever been that much of a fan, but he can see how someone could take solace and respite in music. "Is it something that keeps you calm?" he asks, still trying to navigate his way around Annie and her specific issues.
He feels like a proper session would help, but he's not sure that she's ready for that sort of official thing yet.
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"Sometimes," she allowed, glancing back up to Chase. "The old songs, some of them…" She drifted a moment, her expression going pinched as she marshaled herself. "It isn't that it bothers me being reminded of home, it's that so many of the songs from home are sad."
They weren't simply emotional, but rather upsetting in a way Annie couldn't quite quantify, the remnants of a very real pain.
"There are some songs on here that remind me of home, and some that are sad, but it's not the same," she clarified. "Sometimes I don't mind it when those songs make me cry. It feels like…" She sighed, casting for words. "I don't know. Like letting go of something, but in a good way."
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Easy to like the familiar. "I hope, one day, you'll tell me about your home. Not just the surface bits, not only the little things, but really tell me about it." He feels like he'll understand a lot more when she does.
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"I don't mind talking about it, but not here," she clarified, eyes more brightly alert when they returned to Chase, like a wary bird on a branch.
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And yet, he'd worked with House for how many years before he'd finally broken? Maybe there are exceptions to every rule. "How about we talk about music, then," he says. "Ever think of singing? Writing it for yourself?"
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"I—" she began, and faltered with the surprise of the thought, eyes rounding. "No. I never have. We weren't allowed back home."
After another moment's hesitation, she peered back down at Chase. "Do you think I really could?"
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"I think if you were to stand up here and now and sing the national anthem, no one would come out of the wings to tackle you," is Chase's opinion on the subject, thinking (not for the first time) that wherever she came from sounded like it was a real piece of work. "Annie, I know that I don't know a lot about your world, but what I do know? I know that you aren't there anymore," he says, trying to impart how big of a step that is.
"I think you can do whatever you want, screw everyone else."
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"What doesn't make sense? In this place, I can imagine it's quite a lot."
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A silly worry, as it turned out, as his smile was infectious even when it was faint, and she found herself glad to see him despite it all. Annie flashed him a tentative smile in return as she watched him ascend the stairs.
"Only a song," she answered, and chewed against her bottom lip as she looked again to her notes. "Was there music on your telephone?"
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He hesitated at her question. "Yes, but I have to admit, I haven't used mine much. " He'd rarely used the phone in his victor house back in 12 either.
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"I like most of them, though," she admitted after a pause. "They're very…" She faltered, screwing her nose up as she cast for a suitable description. "Full. They're like a book, almost, and every instrument, and the singing, they're each a page, all layered on top of one another."
Said like that, it didn't sound like a very pleasant experience, Annie realized, but somehow it worked. It was almost like music out of the Capitol, but much better. There was heart in these songs, and they still had all of the same common themes. Lost loves, family. There was even a particularly sad one she'd found about a fishing boat captain who was struggling to bring in a big enough catch.
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His brow furrowed as he listened to her description. It was a perfect description. "They are. I don't think I like them though. It's too complicated, too much to pick through." He preferred simple things. He always had, but then that probably had a lot to do with growing up in Twelve.
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"I might have a few that you'd like, though," she said. "No singing, just instruments. There's a pretty one that makes me think of the beach, and the old sailors' tales about girls who lived under the sea."
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His brows went up. "Yeah? I'd like to hear them."
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"Here," she murmured, holding out the headphones once they were unwound and plugged into her phone. Cycling through her collection of favorite songs, she selected 'Any Other Name' and then sat back, watching Peeta with wide, expectant eyes.
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