Post by Annie Cresta on Feb 15, 2013 19:06:28 GMT -5
Annie was confused. Dangerously confused. Her mind screamed inside and she murmured quick phrases. Most of them had Finnick's name in it "Odair...O-Odair." she muttered his last name. she had to calm herself with no way to she suddenly stood facing the walls and let out a call that sounded like a wounded animal. After she'd turned she slowly sinked down into a sitting position. She took her hands covering her ears and rocking back and forth muttering Odair.
The poor girl was mad. Not the kind of mad you get when your parents ground you or when your car breaks down. The mad as in insanity where you can't tell real from fiction. She tried to organize herself. I am Annie. I have green eyes. I'm from District 4. I survived the Hunger Games. Her mind drilled to her. She stood up again ripping a poster from the stone wall and ripping it to pieces. Again she sunk down.
Deep breaths emitted from her calming herself. She had to face the Hunger Games sooner or later but, now was not the time. If only Finnick Odair was here to crouch down next to her and stroke her arm and bring her to her sense. Annie took out a shell Finnick had given her and twirled it around in her hands muttering Odair once more before becoming silent. The image of Finnick was clear in her mind and she let out a final deep breath before calming herself. Finnick. Odair. Finnick. Odair. His name. It called of home brought her back to district four sitting on the sandy beach where Finnick brought her pretty shells and flowers of her favorite colors.
Wherever she was it confused her but she remained calm breathing in deeply. Annie. Cresta. Annie. Cresta. It was her own name. the one that Finnick had used so many times in his speech. she looked up coming face to face with another being.
The poor girl was mad. Not the kind of mad you get when your parents ground you or when your car breaks down. The mad as in insanity where you can't tell real from fiction. She tried to organize herself. I am Annie. I have green eyes. I'm from District 4. I survived the Hunger Games. Her mind drilled to her. She stood up again ripping a poster from the stone wall and ripping it to pieces. Again she sunk down.
Deep breaths emitted from her calming herself. She had to face the Hunger Games sooner or later but, now was not the time. If only Finnick Odair was here to crouch down next to her and stroke her arm and bring her to her sense. Annie took out a shell Finnick had given her and twirled it around in her hands muttering Odair once more before becoming silent. The image of Finnick was clear in her mind and she let out a final deep breath before calming herself. Finnick. Odair. Finnick. Odair. His name. It called of home brought her back to district four sitting on the sandy beach where Finnick brought her pretty shells and flowers of her favorite colors.
Wherever she was it confused her but she remained calm breathing in deeply. Annie. Cresta. Annie. Cresta. It was her own name. the one that Finnick had used so many times in his speech. she looked up coming face to face with another being.
