[ the mess hall buzzes with the low murmur of people chatting during lunch. you're sitting alone, but you don't mind that (much). everyone knows you are different, and you know that too.
the televisions click on without warning, and Plutarch appears on screen. you still think of him as a Gamemaker first and foremost, but everyone else seems to trust him. Finnick trusts him, and that's enough for you. you and Finnick don't always see eye to eye but you understand him, and you trust him.
"the Capitol has surrendered. the war is over. transition of power has begun and the hostages are already en route to District 13."
you don't really hear anything beyond that. the hall erupts into cheers and drowns out the annoucement. you stand and work your way out of the room, breaking into a run once you reach the hall.
the war is over, and Gloss is alive. Gloss is on his way to you. the stress and anger you've been holding melt away and are replaced by a swell of hope that swallows you completely.
the television announcement begins to play on the loudspeakers, and there's more cheering as you search for a familiar face on the way to the hanger. you want to be the first one to welcome your brother back. apparently you weren't the only one with that idea, because when you arrive at the hanger it's full. ]
How much longer till they get here?
[ you ask before turning to look to see who you're asking. you turn to flash them a smile and notice they aren't wearing the same uniforms as everyone else. how strange. ]
Hope
the televisions click on without warning, and Plutarch appears on screen. you still think of him as a Gamemaker first and foremost, but everyone else seems to trust him. Finnick trusts him, and that's enough for you. you and Finnick don't always see eye to eye but you understand him, and you trust him.
"the Capitol has surrendered. the war is over. transition of power has begun and the hostages are already en route to District 13."
you don't really hear anything beyond that. the hall erupts into cheers and drowns out the annoucement. you stand and work your way out of the room, breaking into a run once you reach the hall.
the war is over, and Gloss is alive. Gloss is on his way to you. the stress and anger you've been holding melt away and are replaced by a swell of hope that swallows you completely.
the television announcement begins to play on the loudspeakers, and there's more cheering as you search for a familiar face on the way to the hanger. you want to be the first one to welcome your brother back. apparently you weren't the only one with that idea, because when you arrive at the hanger it's full. ]
How much longer till they get here?
[ you ask before turning to look to see who you're asking. you turn to flash them a smile and notice they aren't wearing the same uniforms as everyone else. how strange. ]