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willa fitzgerald . thirty-three . she/her ➶ i recognise that face ! that’s posy hawthorne , the thirty three year old teacher & trainee healer from district twelve . they’re lucky to have escaped to  district thirteen during the 94th games, and have been here long enough to gain a reputation for being so stolid & somber .

┊ ➶ ｡˚ 　　° 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺

𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 … posy hawthorne

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 … po ( preferred ), popo (exclusively allowed to be used by brothers only )

𝗮𝗴𝗲 … thirty-three

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 … cis woman

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘀 … she / her

𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 … bisexual

˚ · • . 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 ...

— (+) stolid, tough, soft-hearted, courageous, observant

(-) somber, harsh, clinical, unforgiving, dishonest

˚ · • . 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 before the capitol ...

— circumstances for the hawthorne family meant that posy took on a maternal role in her home very young. She didn’t have a lot to remember or say about her dad, she got used to that because she had to. Her mom crawled inside her own mind after losing two husbands, posy was old enough to recognize she had to step up, in a different way from how gale had to but that was just it : they both had to. An observant kid, she was able to pick up rudimentary skills that became necessary for them to survive. Before her mom became a ghost, a shadow at best, she’d learned how to make soups and stews out of pretty much anything. In school she learned to read as quickly as she could, knowing her time there would be limited. She made friends in the hob and asked people questions she felt would help her help her family, like where certain seeds might grow when they thought she was wasting money she didn’t have to buy the seeds.

With help posy planted a secret garden, all it grew was potatoes but the staple was enough to keep them all fed most of the time. When gale and katniss started hunting, Posy figured out how to skin and clean the animals, how to identify the good bits, how to cook them and fill bowls evenly. Posy planted a few herbs when she could, not a lot could grow in twelve but she gave what she could to katniss and primrose. In exchange for the herbs mrs. everdeen taught posy some basic first aid. Posy was grateful to the everdeens, but even though she knew gale trusted them entirely posy had never been very good at trusting anyone but flesh and blood. 

Posy managed to stay in school longer than most of her peers, she was smart enough to understand more complicated concepts and her teacher gave her as many lessons as possible until she ran out. Posy was fourteen, she asked to teach the younger kids and the job stuck until the day she ran from district twelve. 

Though she had never confided in anyone except gale, posy had dreams of a better life. She was wary of romantic entanglements after seeing what the loss of their partner had done to her mother and to mrs. everdeen. The probability of loss was much too high in district 12 to risk it, and she’d lived the life of a woman with young children to look after and keep safe and fed. Children who had no future, no prospects, no hope. Maybe posy buried her desire for her own family in the dirt with the potatoes, maybe it leaked out of her over the years of struggle and starvation and fear, maybe maybe maybe …. 

When gale first whispered of revolution, Posy was immediately on board, no questions asked because in her sharp mind she knew that change required too much and she was willing to give all of it because nothing could possibly be worse than the hell she’d spent her entire life living. 

˚ · • . 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 after the capitol ...

—  once posy got to thirteen she saw to it that her younger brothers were taken care of before she accepted any care herself. Once they got settled in their spaces she began to worry about gale and couldn’t settle down until he arrived safe. After a few days posy decided she needed to make herself useful, she’d always been driven to help even if she wasn’t the warmest of people. It was ironic really, she was different with the children, the young ones that needed a kind word. But with everyone else she revealed nothing. There were not a lot of children in thirteen and it was tragic learning why, and her brothers were adults even if she still saw them as kids. 

Thirteen had no need for a teacher, not yet so she had to pursue her only other real skill set. Mrs. everdeen had taught her when posy had had the time to help, now she asked to be trained as a healer in earnest. They’d started a war, there would be a need for medics and healers and she had a good foundation. They agreed to train her and she learned fast, she had to and she’d always been so smart. Seeing the soldiers and innocents wasn’t difficult for posy, she had a thick skin and she wasn’t a stranger to adversity, pain, injury, blood. She was a good fit and she enjoyed being close to primrose and mrs.everdeen again. Life wasn’t necessarily easier, but it was simpler somehow and posy could accept that.

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“My hollow bones are singing a painful song; a cacophony of growls and whimpers.”

— The Starvation Symphony // b.s. (via maryamorvena)

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cressida had no idea what primrose meant by breather but it didn't seem to be the important part of what she had said. there wasn't much room in cressida's mind to ponder the offhand remarks of strangers in thirteen, mostly it was full of battle notes and formations and the parts of her newly issued rifle. "you're kidding, right? i realize you're some kind of medic but i'm gonna bet i've seen more blood than you have." she realized quickly that primrose didn't know who she was and a big part of her wanted to keep it that way. "but yeah, i'll take that as a compliment."

Primrose had never felt older as she watched the lack of reaction on the girl. That amount of blood and gore and stupidity shouldn't run off her back like a duck in water. But maybe the brunette had always seen things a little more emotionally than other people. Her mind already in business mode. Her words made sense. Yet, it would be easier to take this dilemma than running through the entire hospital to help. The words 'quite loud' shouldn't have put a bit of a smile at the edges of her mouth. Should she traumatize this kid? "Makes sense. sorry. My breather didn't help. I'll... Sure. As long as you don't get sick on me. Not that you seem the type."

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the warning didn't feel in any way sincere, in fact it felt more like a threat than anything. "you seem to make a lot of assumptions --- about what i'm used to." she spoke slowly but it was hardly on purpose, she felt sort of sick and put out the cigarette as if that would help. she sunk into the floor a little more, legs straightening and restoring some circulation. "you don't know anything about me." there was no bite, it was simple fact. she nodded, her eyelids heavy now "i'm not sure they'll be giving me chores while i'm still a prisoner. i should get back to my room." she didn't move though, her limbs were heavy and she felt a pull in the back of her neck, like she was gonna be sick.

The cool and biting correction was something this one shared with their grandfather - conversations remembered however brief of how effectively an old man who should've been long since dead could still cut one down to size. There was no getting over one another, there was an impasse here between one who thought them better than the rest of the world and one was far too desensitized with the violence of this world to be easily shifted about. There would be no getting information out of this one this way, no finding out about who Nilani hoped to learn the whereabouts of and if not careful - Nilani could spill information even if the snow was somehow on their side they did not need to know. That or there was the potential they could feed the tiniest details off and over to the enemy. "Prisoners everywhere. Be careful around here Ms. Snow. Air the way it is and this being so much more different than you are used to. You should report for your work assignment whatever they do give you. They are quite strict on following schedule."

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her eyes slid lazily over them, she was actually pretty tired, it was an unusual feeling. and there was nothing they could give her for it, or nothing they were willing to give her for it. pandora was pretty sure thirteen had more supplies then they'd likely admit, especially to her. but she was here, she had been rescued, that was the hard part. even now though if they didn't believe her or figured out the game they'd just kill her and she had accepted that possibility. she didn't want to live in a panem run by failures and weaklings anyway. so in that case there wasn't much to be afraid of, there never had been. "why would you want to leave? we're safe here." she practically whispered, it was so hard not to laugh but she managed it. she shook her head and felt a bit dizzy, leaning into the wall for support until the room stopped spinning.

since being in district 13 elias had done exactly zero of the things he was supposed to be doing to help. he knew there was a daily schedule that he as expected to follow but if they couldn't find him, they couldn't make him do anything. he'd managed to sneak off yet again and make him away down a couple of passages away from everybody else, or so he thought. the last person he'd been expecting to see was pandora and yet there she stood, not quite looking her best but still having an aura about her that was impossible to ignore. "oh that's a shame i was hoping you'd found an escape hatch and could take me with you. if you do find anything be sure to let me know, i'd do almost anything to get out of here."

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it was so funny to see one of granddad's chew toys here, and even more hilarious that apollo crane was still pathetic enough to be loyal. of course none of this crossed her face, she infused her gaze with fear and distrust, even had the presence of mind to take a gentle step away from him. in no other circumstance would she behave this way because of a crane, any of them, but it was necessary in this one. ooh, maybe if she added a tremble, she was pretty good at trembling. "my own family did this to me." she gestured to the parts he could see, her wrists were pretty raw from restraints. her voice was actually weak, it felt terrible but again necessary. "what do you mean?" she took another step backwards, stumbled on purpose, whimpered even. god this was too much fun.

Pandora was one of the last people he'd expected to see here, but it made sense. Capturing the Snow family was probably an important leverage for the district problems. He refused to say rebels just has his president had, he was loyal to the capitol. No matter what the stupid bracelet had told the invaders. "They shouldn't have done this to you." He replied looking her over.

He knew that she didn't trust him, his cursed surname, it haunted him. Even if he'd proven to President Snow he was loyal, it didn't matter to everyone. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

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yeah, she was kind of sad it was true, it wasn't exactly the kind of boat anyone wanted to be in. she nods, grins even and it feels mechanical, stiff on her features. but the joke is kind of funny, and nothing has been funny for long enough that she appreciates it all the more. their name was pollux, i don't know if they're still alive, but i'm hoping. hope was all they had, right?

she seemed...familiar. beyond the blur that all the capitolites they'd once been a part of had become in the last decade. like perhaps they'd seen her lingering, or where she should not be. it would have only been in passing, though. unlike some of the other avoxes, hopelessness had set in fast, and dio didn't concern themself with much anymore. same boat. they mimic, exhaling through their nose in amusement. an avox friend..? their eyebrows raise in question, the last sign a bit airier. rebellious. the joke is stupid. they make it anyway.

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cressida wasn't wandering, or ignoring certain parts of the schedule on her arm. she was enjoying the training, really she was but everything else was a littlle bit unpleasant most of the time and she still wasn't great with all these strangers. granted, they were strangers because she'd made little effort to change that. "umm, probably? i'm not in charge, of anything so --- carry on?" she sucked at this, sighing before trying again "can i get you some water maybe?"

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being in the captiol for the three months after the games had been the worse time of blake's life and that a challenging task when so much of her life had been so difficult. she'd heard the word hijacking thrown around but that word didn't mean too much to her, all she knew was the rage she felt when she saw certain people. there were memories in their brain that felt jumbled and confusing and most importantly, it was getting worse the more they were forced to be cooped up in the hospital wing.

it didn't take too long of wondering around for them to run into somebody, somebody that didn't make her feel intense anger just to lay eyes on. it felt like it had been forever since blake said anything to anybody and so when words leave her mouth they're quiet and scratchy. "c-can i help with anything?"

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the smile on the others lips rubbed calico completely the wrong way, she had no idea how some people found it to be disarming or whatever. "i couldn't possibly care less about you and what you would like. go find some other charity case." she didn't want anyone touching her, too many people had touched her without kindness for what some kid told her had been three months. three months they had left her and everyone else to rot. herself she understood, but some of the others were worth saving. no, no one touched her now unless she said so and she wasn't going to.

"Well," Primrose started with a barely contained smile. It was the natural form of her mouth even if she was in thirteen and war happened. It just reminded her so much of her older sister and some of the disdain that rang through her features about this situation. Being a sweeter side didn't stop a girl from having her edges. "I can definitely take a punch and a strong word or two. But I would like to help you? If it helps, I am from district 12. I don't love this underground 'paradise'."

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"i don't need your fucking help." she takes two seconds to size up the blonde who was already invading her personal space, desperate for a weapon but the people that had brought her in had kept everything remotely sharp out of her reach. "just get away from me." it wasn't really a request, more of a demand.

Melody knew a fellow Victor when she saw one. Maybe vases who weren't exactly set right had a way of seeing the beauty in one another. Yet, the dark current underbelly in her still spoke of fight especially with the yelling. Medical knowledge was something she passingly had. But if it would aid in silence, the blonde would get into motion. "You are very pretty and have a point, but I am not the one you have a bone to pick with. Do you want help or to linger in misery?because the later can be surprisingly fun."

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the first time they woke up he wasn't there, he was down in his dark and gloomy and tiny lab testing a new weapons technology and continuously zapping his fingers in the process. someone was kind enough to alert him that his twin was awake but by the time he got there aurora was out again and someone had handcuffed them to the bed. this distressed him greatly but he didn't have a lot of sway down here so the cuffs stayed on. he knew he had a deadline on his current project but he took a seat next to the bed and settled in, he'd wait as long as he had to, he had so much explaining to do. his leg bounced uncontrollably, his hands tingling with the after effects of his experiment several levels below this. it usually stopped after a few hours, as long as he wasn't near the machine. he jolts when aurora wakes up, the guilt and pain all over his face. he had always been good at pretending, but that mask had fallen away the moment he got here and he was rusty on putting it back in place. the tears are strange, in all their lives atticus was sure he'd never seen aurora cry, it unnerved him. "the answer to both your questions ---- is yes." he admits, pleading with his eyes for her to understand. "i hope you'll come to understand." wishful thinking.

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they awaken slowly , and it is strange . has aurora heavensbee ever felt a surface so tough beneath their back ? they are use to the slow , soft hug of a fine mattress , the comforting weight of feathered blankets stacked atop their lithe frame and the smell of coffee pulling them from sleep like a loyal servant each and every morning . as their eyes flutter open , they are met with grey . cold , harsh grey everywhere as though it hangs dully in the very air . aurora looks for the rich crimson and black detailing of their room back home and —

with a jolt , she sits upright . peacekeepers grab hold of her . . . no , not peacekeepers . they are clad in grey too , colourless and strong holding . she screams , roars like a caged animal and soon four of them are holding her down . a needle in her neck , and she is asleep again .

for the second time , they awaken to cold and to grey , and they know it was not a dream . the first thing they notice is that they are alone in a room . . . with their twin . aurora stares blankly at atticus , brown eyes brimming with tears forged by hot , hot anger . the second thing that they notice is that they are handcuffed to the bed . " are you real ? " they croak , blinking wearily as though it will make him disappear . " and are you . . . part of this ? "

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                                          i survived…                                                        …but i paid for it

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she shrugged, pretty nonchalant considering the situation. "well, someone told me to find you." she hadn't made the choice, she made very few these days and it was kind of a relief. the oversharing was probably endearing to most people, but cressida was not good at making friends or having normal conversations, she was definitely the wrong audience for primrose. "uhh, no because i was sent here instead of with him. but i'm sure it won't be hard to find him, he is ... quite loud and knows a lot of colorful words." she smirked, she found it kind of funny, and then realized it was an inappropriate time to be laughing. "but i'll go with you, we should get going."

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Lovely. More carnage. Primrose had hoped to have a breather, but duty called and so did the schedule imprinted onto her arm. Medicine was her life. It could help her to stop death and despair and gave her something that she could understand. Cressida was young and beautiful. It grieved her what she had to see. But it was hope for the future. For what could be done. Concern knitted her brow but the middle aged woman sent a small smile the girl's way. Shot himself was something. "Right," the word set her into motion. A soft sigh. And you. It was good to be needed considering she was not Katniss Everdeen. "Thank you for coming to me. I am Primrose or Prim. My mom had a thing for flowers. Do you which part of the med bay they took him too?"

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“They made warriors out of children.”

— a six word story (via egertontaron )

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                             …& i can’t help but feel like i’m SUFFOCATING in all of my                                                                     awful                                                                 A W F U L                                                                  mistakes.

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*recognizes that im feeling geniuine human emotion* ok, troubling