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asgardmeridiem2014-01-20 12:49 am
seventyfirst) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-01-20 12:49 am
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lying underneath a bloated moon, singing to the wind
Who: Johanna Mason and Annie Cresta
What: Feelings talks are lame. Sometimes they're necessary.
When: forward dated to day 392
Where: The Arena
Rating: Doubtful it'll get beyond PG-13 at worst, will update as needed
[ There ain't no rest for the wicked, and there's certainly no rest for the two women. Despite having returned from Alfheim both victorious and in slightly rough shape, there's very little downtime for them- granted, it's a far gentler training session than Annie will likely ever get from Johanna, but it's still a workout that they likely could have foregone just this once.
Still. Better to be safe than sorry, and better to be in top form than dead, even if the threat of extinction doesn't loom over their heads quite as ominously as it does in Panem. Safety isn't something that Victors take lightly.
By the time she calls it a day Johanna is clearly favouring her left leg very heavily over her right, and she drops down into a seated position before idly stretching out the muscles in her legs. And now that the distraction of training is absent, there's something that's become slightly more pressing that she wants to ask about. Not that she cares, you know. She's just curious. Totally. ]
So- [ No good sentence ever begins with 'so', and unsurprisingly Johanna isn't about to suggest they go get icecream or something equally pleasant. She looks at Annie with a carefully neutral expression before quirking an eyebrow, reaching forward to touch her toes and gritting her teeth slightly. ] ...did Finnick know you were going out there?
[ That's as good a place to start as any. ]
What: Feelings talks are lame. Sometimes they're necessary.
When: forward dated to day 392
Where: The Arena
Rating: Doubtful it'll get beyond PG-13 at worst, will update as needed
[ There ain't no rest for the wicked, and there's certainly no rest for the two women. Despite having returned from Alfheim both victorious and in slightly rough shape, there's very little downtime for them- granted, it's a far gentler training session than Annie will likely ever get from Johanna, but it's still a workout that they likely could have foregone just this once.
Still. Better to be safe than sorry, and better to be in top form than dead, even if the threat of extinction doesn't loom over their heads quite as ominously as it does in Panem. Safety isn't something that Victors take lightly.
By the time she calls it a day Johanna is clearly favouring her left leg very heavily over her right, and she drops down into a seated position before idly stretching out the muscles in her legs. And now that the distraction of training is absent, there's something that's become slightly more pressing that she wants to ask about. Not that she cares, you know. She's just curious. Totally. ]
So- [ No good sentence ever begins with 'so', and unsurprisingly Johanna isn't about to suggest they go get icecream or something equally pleasant. She looks at Annie with a carefully neutral expression before quirking an eyebrow, reaching forward to touch her toes and gritting her teeth slightly. ] ...did Finnick know you were going out there?
[ That's as good a place to start as any. ]
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She hits the ground when Johanna does, twisting around to stretch her back and shoulders out. The "So" gives her pause, because that really doesn't ever bode well, and Annie turns back around just in time to catch the rest of the sentence.
...Oh. Well, so much for training being a distraction.]
No. You know he'd never have let me, if I said I wanted to. [Annie shrugs, like it's no big deal. It totally isn't, moving on, please ignore the hint of resentment in her voice and move on to other topics, yes?]
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[ It's not said judgmentally, because honestly she disagrees with Finnick's overprotective nature when it comes to Annie. Yes, she's fragile. Yes, she requires more care than other Victors, and of course she needs protection, but she's not helpless. She's a Victor, just like Finnick, just like Johanna, and just like Finnick and Johanna she deserves the chance to do what she's good at - fight. They weren't killing children this time, they were saving people. They weren't taking out people just as frightened as themselves, they were up against monstrous beasts.
They didn't just survive this time, they actually won.
So yeah, she'd have let Annie go if it had been up to her. Just like she went along, because there's nothing as beneficial in her mind as winning like that. No one wants to be helpless, especially not people who have survived what they have. She gets it, probably more than most others from Panem too. She's helpless there right now, after all. ]
How'd he take it, did he lose his head? Can't imagine it would have been all smooth sailing when he found out, right?
[ No they are totally talking about this right now Annie, deal with it. ]
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I know he was only worried, and he wasn't entirely wrong about it, but... he basically said my madness was a liability. That he'd be distracted from the fight because he had to worry about me, and if my mind slipped someone could get hurt. Because they would be distracted by me.
[She doesn't elaborate on why that cut so deep, or how she's much more than her broken mind, because she knows Johanna understands. The things Victors don't ever talk about (without excessive amounts of liquid courage, anyway) could fill a dozen books -- but they don't ever have to talk about those things with each other, not out loud.]
So we haven't really spoken since then. It's a mess.