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trainingwings2012-04-26 11:12 pm
channeled) wrote in trainingwings2012-04-26 11:12 pm
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[ 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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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.
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Cinna
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games
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But he can hear that pain in her voice, and he doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight, doing his best to keep his own agitation low and controlled. He even tries to force a bit of levity in into his voice, though his success is limited. ]
Katniss, darling. We only pretended you were designing. Don't try to take all the credit.
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But that's different. She knew that was only pretend. Just a way to appease Snow and the rest of the Capitol's expectations. This was real. Cinna never would've died if she hadn't been the Mockingjay.]
Snow wanted to send a message. Before I got into the arena.
[By watching her stylist, her friend, be brutally beaten as she stood helpless and trapped in the lift, unable to do anything but watch and beat her fists against the glass.]