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It was mid afternoon and Cecelia was alone in the Whitvale's new quarters. Well...it was new to Cecelia, not to Sterling and the kids. She had insisted that she was going to be okay, that Sterling should go about his regular day, and it was the first time that Jax and Satina had gone to school and Juliet to the nursery. Life was going on as it had before her resuce.

And yet...there was so much to wrap her mind around. Sterling, the rebel, Juliet growing bigger, and Jax...Jax had been safe the whole time. The thought brought tears to her eyes. Cecelia had long been used to President Snow's cruelty...and yet, the lie that he had Jax seemed worse than the rest. And Claudia...she had hoped that it had been fake, some of the executions had been fake, but nobody had heard anything from her. Was she still dead in that room? Or had they disposed of her and her parents?

The knock at the door startled her from the spot on the bed that she had been sitting in for far longer than she wanted to admit. She forced herself up, almost mechanical in her motions, and went to the door.

Cadence. She had briefly seen her since arriving in Thirteen, but she hadn't spoken to her.

"Cadie," she greeted, her voice soft. ""I'm so happy to see you." She tried to smile, but it didn't quite light up her face the way it used to "Do you want to come in?"

when: evening of day sixty

who: sarah & annie (@unawaress)

before getting onto the elevator, they had brought her into a random torture chamber. silverhorn blood splatter lingered on the south wall. and at first, annie wonders ... who is next ? maybe it'll be a dear friend. she doesn't know what she'd do if fellow victors helios argent, cadie kentwell, johanna mason, or thea ellis ( just to name a few ) suddenly came in through that door. do they have agatha this time ? or no, is it her son ? the list avalanches by the time the entrance swings open. a holo being wheeled in is underwhelming, that is until annie cresta sees sarah fucking kline's caesar flickerman interview.

When: Day 69

Who: Cressida and Annie ( @fatefought )

When she'd gotten to the filming studio this morning she had practically groaned when she saw the name at the top of the list. It wasn't that she was against filming anyone. She just wasn't so sure how she felt about filming people that were so obviously traumatised. Cressida had always felt a weird sort of connection to Annie, even though she'd barely spoken to her. The games that Annie had won had been the first year she'd been on the filming team. And so, filming the victor from 4 was not a new thing. Filming her after everything that had happened in the Capitol, was different. It was the reason why Cressida had internally groaned when she had seen Annie's name. She had wondered if anyone had even bothered to ask her, but when the time she was due to turn up came and went, Cressida decided nobody had. She supposed she could have left it, but she was trying to make people believe she wasn't like the other Capitolites.

regardless of restrictions of materials and goods, there always seems to be more layers to be thrown onto haymitch abernathy. and no matter, he's always cold. the girl's ma says it's normal, but he doesn't believe it. but it's neither here nor there ; he dually wants to always argue nowadays while also doesn't have the energy anymore. so he floats like an aged phantom, but with none of the privacy of one. but for someone who hates being corraled and told what to do, the man from twelve sure does follow his sleeved schedule like an obedient mutt. which is why he's in the training center, and currently observing the girl.

he used to see her daddy in her often. in appearance, it's significantly more striking. but sometimes in softness, she can match. the girl's ma said she used to be more of a temperament for sweetness. it's hard for haymitch to picture. in fact, the unprompted information caused an eye roll. the mentor and mentee are a pair of shadows, and it's hard to picture her like primrose or their daddy. same as he cannot remember the living being of haymitch abernathy that existed before the second quarter quell.

arms remains crossed his chest, but ears perk up as the girl speaks to him. he all but huffs, in the gruffness that he exerts. " just ponderin' where all this was when ya were trainin' for ya'r games. " it's a lie. but words are easier than talking about something deeper like her before the loss of her daddy ; it's easier than acknowledging the guilt of seeing a seam kid turn into a killing machine. ( bury that, the mockingjay being practical on the field is better for the rebellion after all ! ) " that's all mason thoug' right ? i can recognize that technique. ya got a longs'ways to go thoug'. "

when: the early hours of day sixty-one

who: finnick & annie (@seasaltsurvivor)

when a younger annie cresta was retrieved from the arena, it was like she was frozen in a numbness. life continued around her, sometimes feeling like it was in a high speed. sometimes, she smiled and laughed or took part in the very things that brought her unbelievable levels of joy before the reaping. but even then, her consciousness felt frosty like it had to navigate around icebergs. annie now feels a lot like that. ( how long did it take her adjust to a new normal last time ? ) did her deep brown eyes give away how frazzled she felt on the hovercraft ? mind yelling but words leaving mouth impeccably soft. what about when a random rebel in thirteen had told her to strip off the domitila original in favor of a hospital gown ... who so quickly apologied like they had grazed a bird with a bruised wing ?

When: 4 days after the rescue

Who: Cressida and Blight ( @thatcherxblight )

For once in her life Cressida had actually taken a couple of days off. Of course she had done that a little in the Capitol. One had had to attend parties after all. But she'd felt a little more pressure to get the footage produced here in thirteen. And so, she found herself worked pretty much around the clock. If it meant more people joined the rebellion, then it would be work it. But the rescue had been tiring, both emotionally and physically. Cressida had just needed some time off. it hadn't lasted long though, and one day 4 post rescue she found herself in the familiar editing chair again. She needed to be there. There was so much footage to get through.

She'd been there a good couple of hours when she heard the door open and close behind her. She wasn't overly worried about who it was, not everyone had access here. But she did glance over her shoulder, just in case. "Oh... Het Thatch." She murmured with a smile, before turning back to screen. She didn't pause the footage, but reduced the speed that it was playing at. "Fancy editing this with me?"

There had never been a time in Cecelia's life that she didn't remember people staring at her. In District Eight before she won her games boys would stare, and after her win, the people in the Capitol stared too. But somehow the stares of the people in Thirteen were more unsettling than before. Maybe it was because they looked at her with distrust or pity or something in between, or maybe it was because she didn't feel beautiful anymore.

Whatever the case may be, she held onto Juliet tighter in her arms as she walked down to the nursery. Cecelia wasn't sure that she was going to actually leave her daughter there, but she had promised Sterling that she would try. It was just hard to let her baby go after sixty days of not being able to hold her. Sixty days of her growing without her mother by her side. How could she let her go again?

But she told herself that it would be good for her to see the place where her daughter had been spending her time. And to see the people that took care of her while she was gone. But even still she hesitated outside the door until she heard a familiar voice come from inside.

Annie.

"I guess we can go in," she whispered to her daughter before she walked into the nursery and spotted Annie with a little boy that must have been Caspian.

She took one look at the boy and saw eyes that she would recognize anywhere. Finn. If there was any doubt in her mind, it vanished instantly.

Forcing herself forward she found herself standing beside Annie. "Room for two more?" Cecelia asked softly.

ezra klair has seen cressida in waves. he's aware that she helped film the quell. when both ended up in thirteen, they saw one another sparsely. he assumes she had been busy with propos and editing them ; he had been focused on following his daily schedule. though focused might be the wrong word when his mind had been clouded in concern over the well-being of the woman he loves. then there would be missions which he'd noticed her on the outskirts of missions when he would be assigned a role. though after the captive rescue in the capitol, he had been holed up - always five yards or less away from thea ellis.

this remains true as he has an arm around her in a sea of monotone uniforms. they've let her out of her enclosure for a special message from alma coin. she's announcing a mission to district four. which means he'll likely be away from thea, much sooner than he'd like to be. but that's gotta be a thought for later as he searches her face to see how she's doing. lately, she's been away elsewhere more often. but at least for now, she seems peacefully away rather than moments where she lives in stark fear.

he pulls her closer but then he hears a familiar voice. it's cress. he's not entirely sure that she's talking to him. the crowd is vast and tight. nonetheless, he indulges, " and do you think it'll be in favor of us or them ? " them being the capitol.