cosmicsommers | open rp post

Since the Queen's dark curse ravaged their land, Robin has never felt completely safe or at home anymore. This is where they live, the place they inhabit, but these desolate paths they tread through the forest aren't home. He'd once dwelled so peacefully amongst the trees and now most of them are barren, scorched, dying. There are ogres roaming the land and resources are scarce, leading to terrible violence at times between those left behind. Robin's grateful for his men, they've all kept each other safe and everyone's vowed to keep his son safe above all else.

But everything is dying. Including the people.

For the past two weeks, they've been roaming between villages, gathering what food they can and seeking out some sort of shelter, something they hope will be more permanent. But a fight breaks out when they try to gather up some chickens, and Robin and his men flee quickly into the woods once again. A few days ago, a few of them men became ill, desperately ill. They'd been forced to take shelter in the woods; not the safest or most comfortable place these days, but necessary. One of the men had lapsed into a coma by the third day, and then to his horror, Robin awoke to discover Roland was sick. His son, his precious boy, burning up with fever, seized with coughing fits that burned his lungs.

It's been three days now, with Robin up around the clock tending to his son, trying to keep him hydrated, doing everything he can to bring the fever down, but it's not enough. His son lapses into a coma as well, breathing but not waking up. He's desperate. He can't lose his son, he can't. This place has magic and though Robin has never wielded it, he knows there are other realms beyond them. Maybe someone, somewhere, can help them. He'll try anything. He has nothing left to lose. By nightfall, he's holding Roland in his arms. In the palm of his hand, he's cradling a small magic bean one of his men found. Magic beans can open portals and travel to other lands. Perhaps they can transmit messages as well. He's not sure what this one will do when he uses it, but he speaks to it, begging it to save his son, whether that means taking them somewhere else or bringing a cure here. And then, he throws it a short distance, waiting for something to happen. The bean levitates in the air and seems to disappear; he can't see it in the darkness of night, but it floats up skyward and travels to another realm entirely, far into the depths of space. By now, it's not a bean anymore, it's a signal, a beacon transmitting a message with coordinates. Robin's desperate message plays in a loop over and over again.

Back in the Enchanted Forest, Robin thinks he's simply failed his son and he's just waiting for the inevitable, for death to take one more person from him. He presses his forehead to Roland's, stroking his dark curls back from his forehead, and then he cries. He just cries and hopes for a miracle.

Prim and her mother have taken to traveling in the days, weeks, and months since the war against the Capitol. Since Snow and Coin's deaths. Since the bombing of the children in the square in front of the president's manor. Since all of those deaths.

Since the real start of Prim's nightmares.

She had thought that perhaps the nightmares before the 74th Hunger Games were the worst and perhaps that the ones while Katniss was in the second arena for the Quarter Quell were terrible. But they were nothing compared to the strength and terror of the ones she is now experiencing after nearly being burned alive in the square while tending to the poor children who had already been hurt so badly. It was pure luck that she had survived. Luck that had her turn and take a few life-saving steps out of the crowd.

Luck that has now saddled her with an intense survivor's guilt.

That's why she's here in District Four now. Normally, she lives in District Twelve with her sister and Peeta. Their mother has taken to living mostly in District Four because of the terrible memories that Twelve holds for her. Prim doesn't blame her at all and, really, it's good for the youngest Everdeen to be on her own every so often, to have to make the train ride by herself or with Katniss and Peeta. She doesn't mind.

She steps off the train in District Four, heading for the building they'd selected to become the new hospital. Prim has been learning everything she can while she's around people who can teach her and now that she's here, she's ready to learn more. Her lessons lately have been all about pre-natal care.

Because Annie. Is going to have a baby.

So here she is, walking into the hospital with a little bit of worry, though the fourteen-year-old has been trying to hide it underneath an excitement for her job. "Mother? Annie?" she calls, hoping they're somewhere nearby.

Prim and her mother have taken to traveling in the days, weeks, and months since the war against the Capitol. Since Snow and Coin's deaths. Since the bombing of the children in the square in front of the president's manor. Since all of those deaths.

Since the real start of Prim's nightmares.

She had thought that perhaps the nightmares before the 74th Hunger Games were the worst and perhaps that the ones while Katniss was in the second arena for the Quarter Quell were terrible. But they were nothing compared to the strength and terror of the ones she is now experiencing after nearly being burned alive in the square while tending to the poor children who had already been hurt so badly. It was pure luck that she had survived. Luck that had her turn and take a few life-saving steps out of the crowd.

Luck that has now saddled her with an intense survivor's guilt.

That's why she's here in District Four now. Normally, she lives in District Twelve with her sister and Peeta. Their mother has taken to living mostly in District Four because of the terrible memories that Twelve holds for her. Prim doesn't blame her at all and, really, it's good for the youngest Everdeen to be on her own every so often, to have to make the train ride by herself or with Katniss and Peeta. She doesn't mind.

She steps off the train in District Four, heading for the building they'd selected to become the new hospital. Prim has been learning everything she can while she's around people who can teach her and now that she's here, she's ready to learn more. Her lessons lately have been all about pre-natal care.

Because Annie. Is going to have a baby.

And what journey to see Annie is complete without seeing Finnick, too? Prim has gotten used to both of them and Katniss trusts them enough to leave Prim in their care, so as soon as Prim has seen Annie, she looks for Finnick. He shouldn't be far.

Edited 2015-11-28 04:13 (UTC)

The destruction of the Old City Sanctuary has been hard on everyone. Fortunately, the city officials haven't kicked up too much fuss about it, given that it had been a private property and there was no lasting damage to anything else besides, but there'd still been a truckload of abnormals to see rehomed to say nothing of the sheer amount of wreckage that had been left behind.

Nor is he too proud to admit that he spent what has been very nearly an embarrassing amount of time searching through the rubble for even the slightest sign of Helen, not just for his sake, but for Henry's too.

(He has never been meant for this, he thinks, in his darker moments. Never meant to be the last of them; never meant to be host to a desperation that feels as if it's very nearly going to pull him apart, and the day he excavates what was once the wine cellar it very nearly breaks him.)

But life must go on, and so he stays long enough to make sure the last few bits and pieces are seen to the way Helen would have wanted, and never mind all the times he wants to just yell at the sky with the unfairness of it. Instead, he spends his time being pricklier than usual even with the few people he knows, and when the abnormals have all been suitably housed, he simply... vanishes. Not completely, of course, but he wants nothing more to do with Old City for a good long while.

He doesn't resurface until several days later, in a hotel in New York. Under an assumed name of course - the last thing he wants to do is be found by anyone looking him up by name - but that makes it all the more interesting when he comes back for the night to find that there's a package waiting for him. One that is very suspiciously shaped like a wine bottle, and when he finds it's a '46 besides it's all he can do to smile and thank the person at the front desk instead of reacting how he wants to.

It's not until after he gets to his room that it occurs to him that it's empty (he goes back down to the front desk, feeling terribly foolish the whole way, to ask if there were anything else, only to find - rather as he'd suspected - that there isn't). He doesn't realize that there's something neatly folded up and slid into the bottle until it's hidden behind the label until the next morning; he spends a mildly frustrating couple of hours working out a way to get it out without breaking the bottle. (Empty it might be, but he'd still feel terrible about smashing the bottle, out of respect for the former contents.)

He laughs, too, when he gets the little slip of paper out and unfolded, because really, that or cry and he'd rather not do the latter. It's a note, written in the one thing almost no other person on earth would have been able to read: the ancient language of the vampires.

Prim and her mother have taken to traveling in the days, weeks, and months since the war against the Capitol. Since Snow and Coin's deaths. Since the bombing of the children in the square in front of the president's manor. Since all of those deaths.

Since the real start of Prim's nightmares.

She had thought that perhaps the nightmares before the 74th Hunger Games were the worst and perhaps that the ones while Katniss was in the second arena for the Quarter Quell were terrible. But they were nothing compared to the strength and terror of the ones she is now experiencing after nearly being burned alive in the square while tending to the poor children who had already been hurt so badly. It was pure luck that she had survived. Luck that had her turn and take a few life-saving steps out of the crowd.

Luck that has now saddled her with an intense survivor's guilt.

That's why she's here in District Four now. Normally, she lives in District Twelve with her sister and Peeta. Their mother has taken to living mostly in District Four because of the terrible memories that Twelve holds for her. Prim doesn't blame her at all and, really, it's good for the youngest Everdeen to be on her own every so often, to have to make the train ride by herself or with Katniss and Peeta. She doesn't mind. Prim has been learning everything she can while she's around people who can teach her and now that she's here, she's ready to learn more. Her lessons lately have been all about pre-natal care.

Because Annie. Is going to have a baby.

Today she's come to see how Annie and her baby are doing -- she's very close to term now -- and to give Finnick what she can of medicine from District 12. It isn't near what the Capitol has or should have been able to do, but the Districts know how to treat wounds with herbs. Or at least Prim was lucky enough to grow up under a mother who could do a lot with nothing.

And sometimes the herbal remedies really are the best.

Somehow Prim had convinced Katniss to come along, so after she talks with Annie and Finnick, she coaxes her sister for a walk along the beach. Prim knows these last two years have been hard on all of them, but she also knows that what they are moving towards is so much better than anything they had or could have had before. The ocean spray stings her burns a bit, the salt water doing very little to help, so Prim is wrapped up as much as she can be in the heat. The tide is out so she's at least dipping her feet in when she can.

Where the burns aren't as severe.

Today hasn't been a good day for her, not emotionally. She's been having a lot of nightmares lately and her survivor's guilt has been hitting hard. That's another reason why she's here. She needs something else to focus on, something to do and distract herself with. Katniss has it so much worse than Prim, she knows. So she's doing her best to cheer her sister up, too.

"Look, Katniss!" she calls, squatting down and digging up a handful of sand. Depositing it a little closer to her sister, she points out the crab trying to burrow back into the sand. "Isn't he cute?"

Deanna has been having an interesting time lately. Or, well, more accurately, the entire Enterprise crew has been having a difficult time lately. They each must acclimate to life back in their rightful time if they are to have a hope of healing after what they've been through. Deanna's schedule seems to have filled up overnight, barely leaving her any time to even handle anything for herself. As usual, she takes it gracefully and whatever time she has left, she takes for her own healing. She knows she is as important as anyone else and she won't sacrifice her health even though she is trying to help the health and well-being of everyone else.

With that in mind, she makes her way to sickbay. Her intent is to make sure a certain doctor is taking care of herself and not working too hard in the aftermath. While Deanna, Will, and the engineering team had been down on Earth helping Zephram Cochrane and his warp flight, the rest of the Enterprise had been up in orbit dealing with a far more serious threat: the Borg. The ground team hadn't learned of that threat until after the flight, after everything was dealt with.

Sometimes Deanna thinks they had gotten off easy. Dealing with the Borg would have been much more difficult. And then she remembers the hangover she got from trying to deal with the man of the hour and she pinches the bridge of her nose.

As it is, she needs to make sure Beverly isn't avoiding her or the rest she should be taking. So here she is, walking into sickbay. Except the doors hiss open and she isn't stepping into sickbay.

"What--" Okay, so the question is where is she. "Beverly?"

Someone approaches. "Hello, lady, would you like some--"

Thinking she knows what the end of that sentence will be, Deanna, who is convinced this is either another Borg thing or Q, interrupts. "No, I do not want another shot of tequila. I would like to be in sickbay. Computer, end program."

Because it has to be a holodeck simulation. They have enough trouble with the holodeck that all of this could just be a simulation gone wrong. Right?

...Right?

Edited 2015-12-12 05:14 (UTC)

It was just passed the witching hour of night. Everyone was fast asleep or trying to stand guard to make sure no one bad was out. However, there was a particular gush of wind that only seemed to catch their eye. What they didn't notice for what would be so obvious was a very large figure. Hiding behind a building at every moment he would notice there might be an eye on him. The giant tried desperately to blend into the night.

Name going by Arthur, he had dark hair and auburn eyes that peeked out of his dark cloak as he waited for the moment to move. Taking a breath as he weaved through the alley til he reached the destination of where he sensed the dark cloud of nightmares that was disturbing this poor woman. He carefully kneeled down as he came to the window to peer in, to make sure she was asleep, slowly getting out his materials to work his white magic for her.

Once Upon a Time, when a young doctoral student was at a medical conference, she was spied by an old man, one who had loved and lost, and knew the sorrow and the joy of both. And who, in her, a young beauty in her twenties, saw the light of joy, intelligence and hope. And something more. Something deeper. Time was a thing he saw, often, and in her, he saw a schism and a resonance, once he could feel, which seemed to call to him, both in the now, and in a future he could not yet see.

And so it was, truly, that one evening, when she was at the local coffee shop, trying to study and ignore the loud students a few tables over, that said man came by her table, spotted the text she was reading and spoke.

"Excuse me, miss, but is that a first edition of Donovan's Treatise on Spatially-Based Common and Uncommon Maladies of the Lymph System?" For the man happened to have been a healer and a doctor of sorts, in his own way, for a very long time. and knowing this, he was as interested in it as he was in her... well, almost. he was dressed finely, and one might think he was a guest lecturer at the medical conference, or perhaps something else, similar.

Hawke's first thought was that this wasn't Adamant Fortress. For a while after she stepped out of that cloud -- the Fade or something else? -- she just held onto that thought. Her mind was drawing a blank for a lot of things she thought she should know, like the details of where she just was. Part of her thought that was her coping mechanism. Her life wasn't much of a great show at any rate.

As time went on, she began to sense that there was more to this than she had first thought. After asking for directions to the nearest city, she was told she was in a place called Australia. Most people were kind enough to try to help her and they tried to get her to stay in the city -- Sydney? -- but she refused. Most of the four months she has spent in Australia have been in the wilds. Electricity? If that's even what it is. That's scary to her and she isn't yet convinced that this isn't a trick of the Fade or that there aren't mages responsible for the electricity stuff.

She may or may not also have left a trail of spiders in her wake. Granted, she's glad these aren't anywhere near as big as the ones in Thedas. They're still spiders and they're still large enough to hit with Winter's Grasp.

For the last month or so, she has also been fighting wildfires and wildlife and whatever else needs to be done and doing a fairly good job of it when she can manage Winter's Grasp. This time, though, she dives in to save someone, pulling the woman away from the burning hillside and focusing first on healing her.

"You're going to be fine," she says, stepping between her charge and the fire. What she wouldn't do for a friend right about now.

It's been some time coming, this particular excursion. Not that he wouldn't have been willing to wait longer still, but he might not have exactly borne it well - patience is only sometimes one of his virtues and never mind that he would have had to wait for it to actually become spring either way. But the company hasn't been bad and there's been any of a number of things to keep him busy in the Sanctuary itself.

That and he expects that there are any of a number of things that need to be done before their little vacation to Vienna, besides. No matter what else, Helen is still Helen and to be honest, he's not sure she still remembers how to take a vacation. Not that he says as much, of course, but it's still there, lurking quietly in the back of his mind, as winter turns slowly to spring and life in Sanctuary continues on much as it always has despite the change in location.

(He does, sometimes, miss the night sky, but not so much yet that he wants to actually leave, especially with the promise of Vienna near at hand.)

It comes as something of a pleasant surprise, then, when he turns up at her office bright and early on the day she's chosen for their trip only to find that - as far as he's able to tell - she's not in the middle of some bit of Important Sanctuary Business and he can't help but grin at it. Still he doesn't immediately speak up, and if she wants to head off whatever half-smug comment he no doubt has in mind at the pass, now is probably the best time to do so.

There are, Tesla has decided, certain advantages to living on a space station. At least one of which is the fact that he doesn't always have to put up with strangers - something he has never exactly been good with and has no inclination to attempt to change now. Habit is a hard thing to break, after more than a few centuries, and in either case he's content enough to be who he is.

(And really, what's the point of changing, when he's going to be outliving most of the people he'd be changing for anyway?)

But it's the holodecks that he really enjoys most - he has ever since he'd first been introduced to the idea. Especially - as is the case here - when they both could use something of a change of a pace and don't have anything else immediately pressing just at the moment. Admittedly, he's had to do a bit of of convincing to get Helen to join him on this particular venture but that's been part of the fun. Even he does half-suspect that part of the reason she's agreed is because they aren't necessarily going to be there for terribly long.

On the other hand, he's long since learned to take his victories where he can. And besides, there are few enough people these days who know her habits as well as he does and that she's never been good at simply taking a moment of downtime.

So it is that they've ended up in front of the entrance to the holodeck; the only thing left to do is figure out the precise where that this little jaunt into computer generated territory will lead them.

"Lady's choice, I believe?"

He might have been the one to coax her out here in the first place, yes, but far be it for him to not offer her at least the chance to leave her own mark on the day's events. Besides, it's as much about the time spent with her as it is anything else - and given that it pretty much always has been, he'd be genuinely surprised if she wasn't aware of it by now.

Teleios is a strange city, Roshanak has decided. Oh, the whole situation is strange, even if not entirely unexpected. Grabbing people from all kinds of worlds and times and tossing them together while giving them a quest or three (moral or otherwise) sounds like just the thing a sorcerer or overly bored and powerful djinn would do. She's never heard of anyone or anything with this kind of power, but it's merely an extension of what she's been made aware of, rather than something new entirely.

No, the strangeness is more to do with the sun.

Roshanak's people are both people of the steppes and astronomers: that the sky is unchanging, day after day, is...Strange.

Disturbing, even.

She's trying to distract herself, which her teachers would say is easy but in actual fact is not. It's not easy when her mind goes again and again to the sun just in that after dawn glow, no matter what she does. On the other hand, she's been trying to avoid buildings. These buildings are not like the ones in Yr and the other cities, with a number built with centaurs in mind. No, the only people this city had in mind were those human-sized.

But there's nothing for it. She's just going to have to make her way to the library anyway. Books. That's what she needs, books.

She'll just...have to remember to duck and hope there's nothing too interesting on the lower shelves.

Getting back to normal after the Battle of Hogwarts would be difficult for all of them. So many of them have gone through so much this year. In some respects, the battle itself was the easy part. Everything prior to that -- being on the run, the torture suffered at the hands of people like Bellatrix or the Carrows, and all of the discoveries made along the way -- was the hardest part.

However, even though the battle has been won, they are all aware that the end has not yet come. Most people gravitate towards the Boy Who Lived, leaving Hermione to her own thoughts. Eventually, the Trio ducks out of the Great Hall entirely. Harry decides on time alone -- Hermione suspects he will want to speak with Ginny sooner or later -- and Hermione takes a breather outside. She also suspects she will end up in the library sooner or later, because that is what Hermione Granger does. For now, she feels that shoring up defenses and inspecting damages is a better use of her time and energy.

Though the Death Eaters seem to have come for the battle itself, she does not for an instant believe that the threat Voldemort posed is entirely gone. Likely it won't be for some time; the least she can do right now is focus on what can be done for the people still inside. Otherwise, her mind will wander to less pleasant topics.

Like how and when she's going to try to find her parents.

a. My Easter Basket from my parents consisted of one chocolate bunny and a massive amount of condoms and a single note saying

b. He asked if I had any questions. Apparently, "how thick is the stick up your ass" was not a correct question....

c. I don't want to just break his heart, I want to dip it in liquid nitrogen and then smash it until it's powder and snort the powder. You do not hurt my daughter.

d. idk text her

Edited 2016-03-30 02:32 (UTC)

Lightning shades her eyes against the sunlight glinting off the Steppe. With the fal'Cie Titan roaming in the distance, she's pretty well convinced that whatever awoke out here since the last time they were on Pulse isn't going to be their friend. A back-up that isn't happy to see them, as everything else has been.

"Tch."

Letting her hand drop, she moves along the edge of the ridge to her left, back towards the area where Fang and Hope are waiting for her. There's a behemoth-type nearby and a bunch of goblins. Lightning just hopes they won't notice her. It's funny that she doesn't mind these things as much anymore. Their first trip to Pulse was... a learning experience. After dealing with all of these things on Eden, including but not limited at all to a giant Adamantoise with feet larger than all of them put together, Lightning feels pretty confident that they can handle whatever Pulse has to offer.

Not that she's about to go looking for trouble. That's Snow's job.

"World's gone to hell," she mutters to herself as she walks back. Time to move on. They're only here to deal with the Cie'th stones and prepare to take on whatever awaits them at Orphan's Cradle. Whatever happens, they have to be ready.

While there are certainly advantages - and unique opportunities! - that come with living on a space station, there's no denying that there are sometimes drawbacks. Mostly, however, this tends to mostly mean that it's harder to get decent wine than Tesla would like, with a side of putting up with various rigors and stresses of actually teaching, which he has never entirely had the patience for.

(And never mind that he is actually good at it, for all that it frustrates him no end on the best of days.)

And then there are days where there other problems, as has been the case of late, as an alien virus all but sweeps through the station. Tesla, naturally, has been merrily keeping up with his usual habits, largely on the assumption that if he hasn't gotten sick through so many centuries on Earth (barring, perhaps, the brief span of time during which he'd been mortal again) that he isn't going to do so now. After all, his vampiric nature has to be good for something apart from letting him spend quite possibly the rest of eternity with Helen.

(Which he is most certainly not complaining about.)

It has, however, slipped his mind that something of a non-terrestrial origin might just be better able to get a foothold in a system that is essentially a hybrid of two species; when he finds himself not feeling quite as well as he might have otherwise he chalks it up to being nothing more than the strain of having to pick up a few more things than he might have otherwise on account of plague currently making its way through the ranks, as it were.

But someone who happens to him very nearly as well as he knows himself might just be able that things aren't as they normally are.

a) There's a potato with a bite taken out of it in the kitchen. I really don't want to know, do I?

b) Do you know how close I got to burying him in the Egyptian sand?

c) I just watched an intern spill two trays of coffee inside a spinning door. 1) I'm glad I don't have to smell it all day and 2) that's the only good ending for coffee.

d) I just received a very odd text: "You are not the cause of late onset lesbianism." I haven't decided if I should be flattered or offended. Know anything about it?

Edited 2016-04-19 05:06 (UTC)

a) I can't find my keys and there's a hotdog in my purse. Which one of you replaced my keys with a hotdog?

b) Help me help you realize you are a moron.

c) I found a 9 minute video of you singing into an eggplant. What the hell dude?

Edited 2016-04-19 16:48 (UTC)

Beverly only vaguely remembers where in her timeline she came from after over a year of not living in it. She distinctly recalls falling asleep on the Enterprise-D, in her quarters, before her eyes fly open and she gasps for breath. It takes her a few seconds to properly process the multitude of emotions flying around her head and the clashing memories all jumbled up again. Pressing a hand to her head, she takes a few deep breaths, pushing everything aside to focus on--

--Ah right. The Borg.

"Doctor--?"

"I'm fine," she insists as her captain and lost patient emerge from the Jeffries' Tube. "Let's go."

Ignoring any other protests, she follows Captain Picard and the others to the Bridge. A fleeting thought, and the angry emotions that come with it, passes through her as she realizes that Annie and Finnick aren't here. Q must have made her break her promise to them and she hates him even more for that. She doesn't care that he sent her home; what she cares about is that they never get sent back to Panem.

Never.

All of that is shoved to the back of her mind as she climbs out of the maintenance shaft onto the Bridge to find several officers pointing phaser rifles at two people lying on the ground. At first, nothing seems to be happening, but then someone shifts and Beverly gets a good look at the two people barely waking up.

"Annie! Finnick!"

She doesn't waste time. Knowing that one, if not both, of them will likely cave to an instinctual fight response in this situation -- and who could blame them? -- she pushes forward, shoving people out of her way until she can fall to he knees next to Annie and Finnick.

"It's okay. It's Beverly. I'm right here. You're safe."

For... various values of safe.

She can hear Jean-Luc calling in the background, but she ignores him. Any questions can be answered later. Annie and Finnick are her most important concern right now.

"You have got to be kidding me."

The typical words that seem to come with Ashley's arrival in some new place these days pull from her raw throat, like they haven't been used in a while. After sorting through her original arrival in Paradisa, getting dumped into Teleios hadn't been bad. Here? Wherever here is... it can't be any worse than being stripped of her powers or her memory. Speaking of, she quickly checks both. Thor's gift to her is still there -- not that she's really all that happy with it, but that's her fault; he did warn her -- and she can still call on the evil scientists' "gifts."

It would be almost comical to think about how used to those Cabal-given gifts she is these days if she didn't still hate how they came about. Two years. She's had two years to--

Something moves in the distance, through the darkness of what seems to be some kind of warehouse. Ashley freezes, eyes wide as she waits to see if the thing is nearby. When it doesn't appear again, she slowly reaches for her gun. Only to find that, once again, she's minus a weapon. Peachy.

"Getting tired of waking up without my gun," she mutters to herself. Not that she is by any means completely helpless without it, but it's the principle of the matter.

Carefully, she pushes herself to her feet. Time to see what she can stealthily find out here. Maybe she can lure the thing into the patch of light across the warehouse. So that's what she tries to do. Slowly and quietly, making only enough noise as she moves to ensure that whatever is trapped in here with her will follow her out.

Edited 2016-04-26 18:18 (UTC)

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for annie }{ to make the best of what is left

for finnick }{ to make the best of what is left

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for katniss }{ to make the best of what is left

beverly }{ found the place to rest my head

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