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[channeled]

[ Waking up in a forest is the last thing he expected. Really, waking up at all was astounding, let alone with the sounds of nature around and with fresh, cool air filling his lungs.

He's slow to sit up, waiting for the pain to come. His sole companion for...he wasn't sure how long...it only made sense it would return soon. But there's nothing. Long, skilled fingers find his face and skim over unblemished flesh. His bare chest, when he looks down, is unharmed as well. Not what he remembers.

The lack of fire in his nerves lets him finally feel something he hasn't felt in awhile. Hunger. Thirst. It's enough that, eventually, he allows himself to stand and make his way to the nearby stream. The water is cool and welcoming against his skin, even if the spring air is a bit chilled, and he drinks his fill and splashes his face before settling back on the bank.

It's only then he catches sight of his reflection...really catches... and he sees the sleek black wings. They flex under his attention, and there's the briefest flash of gold as the tips of the pinions come into view...and then disappear. Well.

He gives the briefest of laughs, his soft voice carrying to the open journal, unknown to him. ]

Not my first choice... but it will do, I suppose.


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Character Name: Cinna
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

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i'm not sorry /voice~

[sooochangeable]

We all seem to be settling for second best here.

[action]

[stillplaying]

[She's frozen as she comes a cross the man in the woods. It's almost as if she forgets to breathe. And when he laughs, she knows that she's not hallucinating. This is real, isn't it? As real as Rue is, having her second chance at life here in another game.

The dead come back.

And not just to haunt her.

It's glorious and horrible to see his face again. To hear his voice.]

Cinna. [And suddenly she feels so horribly guilty for keeping his red fire dress in the store in town. But what would a girl in the woods do with something like that? She takes a step forward. Than another and another until she's barely inches from him.] Oh, Cinna.

[voice]

[victorbychance]

Hey--they're in better taste than some Capitol fashions. Yours excepted.

[rutagraveolens]

They're really pretty. But you have to make sure you don't catch them on anything or it's really painful.

[voice]

[shenevermisses]

[The open journal affords a bit of a view of the wings. Enough that she can make the comment.

The voice is familiar, but she can't place it exactly. Someone who worked with one of the other Tributes. Glimmer? No. No... hers was just irritating.

Oh, well. It doesn't matter. It's a bit familiar. That's a comfort in itself.]

From what I can see, they look nice.