make sure you dont miss [Annie; 92nd]
Oct 25, 2022 1:04:21 GMT -5
Post by ryan on Oct 25, 2022 1:04:21 GMT -5
She was in the middle of a meeting in the conference room of the justice building. Her head placed on the crooks of her hands, trying to figure out what exactly they were trying to explain to her this time. Being a mayor was not something that Annie too lightly, but when the conversations involved the same people regurgitating the same idea over and over, she wanted to stab her own eyes out.
One time she had gotten so bored that she decided to pull her own prosthetic hand off and ask whoever was in the room with her to play catch. The person pitching their idea looked in horror as Annie’s assistant had caught it and then proceeded to toss it back to them. After about a minute, the person cleared their throat and Annie simply stared them down. ”so anyway…” they tried to interject ”No, were done here, please leave.” Annie cut them off. If she had to resort to something rather childish during something serious, it meant that she was not bought in.
but… and Annie threw her hand in their general direction. ”I said youre done.” Annie made it very clear that she could still kill someone if she wanted too. Just because she detested being a career, did not mean that she didn’t use her skills to get her where she was now. Of course, years of learning and longing for something more later, and Annie is now in a precarious position where she isn’t needed in the capitol anymore.
And for that she was happy.
But she cannot bring herself to torture herself. The capitol did a great job of that already. She did not need to be there, but they still subjected her to the questions, the scrutiny… the expectations.
Whenever she stepped foot in the capitol, everyone asked what she was going to do to bring another victor home, and Annie would always snap. ”Ill let the youngins take it from here.” it was simple and to the point. but your legacy! reporters cried… ”what legacy? Remember? I didn’t actually kill anyone??” Annie had always know how to make a statement. ”you’ve done so well though” Annie didn’t take too kindly to that one ”Who are you to assume I am doing well.” the tone and the look was enough for any capitolite reporter to walk away.
And they did, and they would leave her be because she was not the same Anatalia that they used to know. The one that tried way too hard in the beginning, but now, is just asking for anyone to cross her the wrong way. She is too brazen, too bold, and now full of anger because she knows the whole premise of the capitol is just a bunch of racoons wearing skin suits. Trash people running a country through fear and propaganda.
It made her sick.
She took some time to clear her head, sitting in her office and going over some building schematics for another career facility to expand in the district. The amount of goods and money that was flowing into the district kept it running by itself. All Annie had to do was keep the wheels turning. She was lucky, and she was grateful to the new Garde of victors that took over all the capitol bullshit in her steed. It gave her a chance to step back just enough to put distance between the person she was out of the games versus who she is now.
The quietness was something that she had gotten used too. However, after hours of looking at documents, she needed something to pass the time. She had about an hour left into her work day, no more meetings scheduled today, so this would be the time to just unwind and think about packing up.
Maybe she would stop by a couple fish markets and pick up some salmon to share with Angel and anyone else that might have been home. She could make a pasta dish and treat her staff to something delicious. Cooking had been something that she poured some of her passion into, seeing as she never really wanted to focus on the career programs when she first got out of the arena. She did not have the same grit as Nixie did obviously. She was a brave girl.
”Can we turn on the radio?” Annie called out to her assistant, thinking that both of them could use something to listen too while they both finished up for the day. It was nice having someone in the building with her that didn’t hold anything against her. ”Might as well catch up with what is going on with the games.” Annie called out, figuring that she would get questions eventually.
The click of the dial, static, and then the tuning.
PATRICIA VALFIERNO DIES AGED 42
Annie shot up from her chair, her facial expression confused and horrified. A victor? Dead? Her first thought is what happened, and her second thought is whose next. She slammed her hand on the table and shoved all the papers off of her desk, her eyes filled with hot tears as they streamed down her hotter face.
Her vision goes black...
