video | un: cresta

[treadswater]

[ Not seen: how long this video has taken to make. There's been multiple attempts. Annie doesn't have the best experience with screens, or broadcasting, or with making announcements to strangers. And at least for her past appearances as a victor, she'd been able to have some wickedly sharp eyeliner. Here, her bare face is feeling very bare.

(She's taken the time to braid her hair. It's all she can do. It's made her feel a little better.) ]

So. Um. Hi.

[ Then she stops because her voice was a tiny squeak and she's not doing this again, this is ridiculous. She could ask Finnick to do this, but she can do it. She can. ]

Hi. So, uh. I'm Annie. Finnick and I, we're from District Four. Panem? Panem. But no one else has, or, or um, seems to have heard of it. So.

Where's everyone from?

Comments

[treadswater]

[ She blinks at the screen: he'd looked sick in his last video. Sick enough, panicky enough, she'd sent Finnick to investigate. But he's better now. Or seems it.

There's a cautious smile.]

Hi, Newt. Um, the Glades? N-no.

It sounds like an area. I mean. Of course it sounds like an area. I mean...

[ Deep breaths. ]

It's not a name I know exactly, but it's the kinda name that could be anywhere? So that's not helpful. But, but, uh, no memories? That's-



Awful.

[sobloodyinspired]

Yeah, it's pretty generic, I know. But it was all we could do to have something to call it.

[He nods a bit.] Yeah, it was. I think... [He buffs a soft breath and shakes his head a bit. He assumes she saw it, he assumes everyone saw .] I think how I showed up there...is part of why I reacted the way did, being locked up the way I was. In the Glades, we showed up in a desk lift box, with nothing but the clothes ok our backs and our names. It was a lot... but after the initial awful of it, three years into it... it became routine. We made a community. They sent us supplies once a month and we made what we needed.

[treadswater]

[ Well. That's...

She frowns at him, scrunching up her nose. Sympathy and understanding vanish into pure confusion.]








Why would they do that?

[sobloodyinspired]

For science. [There's a tilt toward a joke in his voice, except there's no mirth to it at all.] We didn't know til so much later... but... yeah. We were an experiment.

[treadswater]

Science?

[ She's lost. She's so lost. That doesn't sound like any experiment she's every heard of. And what would the control group be? A group of people with their memories? But at least an experiment isn't supposed to be entertaining, which had been confusing her about the timespan.

And how should she even respond? ]

Oh. I. That, um. That...

That sounds tough. Are, are, are, uh, are you- Do you know why?

[sobloodyinspired]

Yeah, that's a word for it. [He smiles a little. She's so jittery, he wonders if it's him, maybe she saw his first little introduction. He couldn't blame anyone for being nervous after that. He'd gone back and watched it, since he's gotten more clear-headed and... it was a lot, honestly. Worse than he remembered it feeling at the time.] They were... supposed to be coming up with a cure for a virus called The Flare. I don't think they actually cared about any of us, though. We were just...disposable pieces on a game board.

[treadswater]

[ Annie is silent for a long, long moment, chewing on her bottom lip as she visibly debates on how to reply. Then: ]






Yeah, I know somethin' about that. Not for a cure of anything, but. Games and pieces.

[sobloodyinspired]

Not the kinna thing you hope ta find ya've got in common with people, is it? [He sighs softly.] Sucks you've got experience like that.

[treadswater]

It means people understand. Or, understand a bit more.

[sobloodyinspired]

Camaraderie's good an' all, I s'pose. But... [He shrugs a little.] Wouldn't wish anyone knowin' what it's like to live like that, yanno?