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"You know I can scream pretty loudly if I wanted to; you better not try anything" she exclaimed smiling a little as she cocked her head to the stranger 

Alana had been wandering around the streets, flashing people judging looks as her habit of smoking a cigarette had remained. She was fine, but Alana changed into this more sharp person. She was swet, but could really leash out whenever she felt hurt or mad. She also judged strangers more superficial. As she used to do her best to be a nice person she now just spoke out what she thought. Her thoughts were more negative lately and thus her view on people as well. This was also shown to you. She cared about you and she loved you, but she could push you out sometimes. You could call it fear and you’d be really close to knowing what was going through her. She tried, but also tried to keep her distance some more. She had a habit of losing people and she also had been caught in a depression, this was though, in the time you were not around. Before she met you and after you ‘supposedly’ died. She even had been suicidal and. If it wasn’t for her brother she wouldn’t be there. She loved life, she did now and she always had aside from her depression. So she was happy with her brother’s help. And right now she was just careful. Careful with you, due to the life you lived. Because you could suddenlt disappear, be locked in heaven till she died of old age. She cared about you and it just scared her. She did not want to bother you with this, you couldn’t do much about it after all, but sometimes it popped up in her mind.

A lot happened that day, changing everything for her. She got into trouble with a group of guys at the end of the day and ended up being harshly abused. She fought back really hard, but fighting against guys way bigger than you was hard. And Alana was not a fighter. She was strong, but she never learned how to fight anyways. She was a lost cause.

She laid on the streets, silently laying on the ground as she was left alone. The sound of rain was all she heard, breathing heavily. She had been out for a moment, a long moment. But now was quite aware of the surroundings. No pain was around. She felt fine, for now.

She had dragged herself home, pulling off her ripped apart shirt. The moment she was in her room when pain overwhelmed her and dropped her on the bed. She had no idea what she’d done to earn this beating, neither she saw or could remember whom had done this. What she did know was that she did not feel safe. She was frightened.

Her eyes had closed themselves, laying on the bed as she tried to find the strength to get up and call someone. But right now, laying on the bed and trying to block out the pain seemed better. She just laid still, shivering and bleeding, nausea building up as well as a headache. She felt weak and would pass out soon.

Having a hotel room was a rare commodity; Ari had found that Tinman served her a better home than any four foreign walls ever could. But winter had shone its face early and had forced her into renting a room for the following days, and she so strongly hoped it would not turn to weeks. Her tired limbs were stretched across the unforgiving hotel mattress, there worn springs still proved useful as they nearly dug into the curve of her back. 

Ari groaned at the feeling her body was undertaking at the hand of the bed's strange caress, but the ringing that began to form in her ears was growing louder and her tolerance for it was spreading thin. The headache sprouted in the back of her mind and her hands rose to cradle her head with attempted soothingness with no change in the distress it brought her. She considered laying in bed or drowning it all out with a trip to the liquor store, yet as the pain did anything but cease, her earlier options were checked off. She was off the bed in seconds but thrown back onto it while trying to avoid the shards of glass that were emitted from what was a once a mirror. An anguished cry left her lips and she was on her knees wallowing in pain. Despite all the creature she had been not so politely introduced to, this was nothing she knew how to control or go around dealing with. Her knees found her forehead and her arms wrapped protectively around ears, once again trying to shield out the ringing nuisance. It grew dark as the light bulb above her flickered and combusted before joining the shattered mirror on the old carpet. The bed side lamps soon followed and the havoc surrounding Ari was silenced. Shocked, she gripped onto the edge of the bed and wiped her cheek that she had so shamefully left tearstained, only when she looked down at her shirt sleeve saw that it was blood and not tears that she had cried. Her lips quivered with words she found in audible.

Scared of having lost her hearing, she mumbled her choice of profanity repeated and breathed steadier upon finally hearing the words. And though they might have been bitter they sounds like that of symphonies. There was nothing that came with ease or a relaxing after story, so along with it she heard a pair of footsteps behind her, sounding the unsettled floor. Her first instinct was to reach for the dagger in her boot. Without observing the stranger she spoke hurriedly while still trying to regain her voice and composure. "Wha- How did you get in?"

She stood and held her shoulder back with mock pride, but for now it was all she could muster. Her dagger edge faced the man, the hand choked by her grip. He was clean, none of the debris that ghosted Ari fell upon the man. "Who the hell are you?" She raised the blade higher when she saw the door had not been open, showing that she had the full intent of using it for its purpose.

Alana had been moving through her day like a zombie. Being worn off by her work and a fight with her boss made her tense as fuck and unable to function well. It was late in the afternoon and yet she had no clue as to what to do with herself. She did not want to go home, for she'd trashed it in an unstable moment and was not in the mood to clean the place. So instead she just walked outside, placing a cigarette between her lips -something which truly did indicate she wasn't feeling well- and moved over the busy streets, trying to clear her head. 

She did not get any flowers this time, as she moved down at your grave. Still a cigarette stuck between her lips, she sat besides your grave, leaning against the stone. ''Life is really fucked up you know?'' She spoke to the empty air as she looked down, exhaling the smoke. She was in quite a depressed mood and it was shown. Clearing her head talking to someone whom was dead seemed legit though. She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as she just tried to focus on the sounds and the wind touching her skin. Until a voice crashed through her silence and she looked up sharp and disturbed. And then she saw you. 

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          There were so many people and Katniss' smile had already started to fade as she searched the crowd desperately for a glimpse of her family. Although she had promised Prim to come back, to win these Games for her little duck, a part of her had doubted she'd be the last one standing. To be here now, it finally sunk in that those goodbyes back in the Justice Building hadn't been their last ones and she would soon be reunited with the ones she loved. It made her even more anxious to see them. 

         A face stood out amidst the many miners and their families, this one not as worn down with years of hard work and struggles that had broken many of the residents in Twelve. And there was something about that face, like she remembered it from a dream or some distant place she hadn't been in years. The bright blue eyes called to her and she stared, time and space seeming to come to a stop as she studied him. Where did she know him from? It was a question that kept repeating in her mind, because Katniss was utterly convinced that she knew this male and not just from passing him on the street either.

       Against her better judgement, she walked down the platform at the station and pushed her way through the crowd in an attempt to find him. She knew the generally direction in which she had to go, but people kept getting in the way and so it felt an eternity of moving around them before she was finally faced with him. Eric, she remembered now as she pictured herself at a younger age talking to him, but that wasn't possible because he didn't appear to have changed. At all.