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Post-Games;
Apr. 7th, 2012 02:01 am[She remembers water all around her. It isn't the sort of water that comes from the ocean, salty and different enough in density that you could feel that it was natural and clean -- no, it was artificial. Gulping mouthfuls of it, it tasted strong and chemical-laden -- but she couldn't quite remember how she got there.
She wakes with a start to a bed of blinding white and screams, loud and uncontrollable. Everything comes back in a flood; the Games, seeing her partner's head roll to the ground. She'd been close enough for the blood to spray across her face -- she reaches up to try and smudge it away, but finds her hands clean when she examines them.
She hasn't stopped screaming, she realizes after a moment. Her hands clamp over her mouth and she tries to control her breathing, darting her eyes around. If there's someone here who's going to slit her throat, she doesn't want to be surprised by them.]
She wakes with a start to a bed of blinding white and screams, loud and uncontrollable. Everything comes back in a flood; the Games, seeing her partner's head roll to the ground. She'd been close enough for the blood to spray across her face -- she reaches up to try and smudge it away, but finds her hands clean when she examines them.
She hasn't stopped screaming, she realizes after a moment. Her hands clamp over her mouth and she tries to control her breathing, darting her eyes around. If there's someone here who's going to slit her throat, she doesn't want to be surprised by them.]
