#walker.ana

The chariots were all on their way, the final one having just left the stables with the clopping of hooves echoing after it. Her eyes watched after it as they had since her sister had ridden out of sight. A deep sigh passed through her lips as she turned her gaze towards the large screen that displayed the live footage from the parade. “Do you really think any of this is going to matter?” She questioned softly as she came to stand next to Walker. She couldn’t help but feel dejected, defeated already. “How is any of this fair?” It was the first time she’d questioned the decision, her thoughts usually more optimistic and in favor of the games.

It was eleven o’clock, but Ana already had a mai tai in hand as she stood before the large screen in one of many viewing rooms. She didn’t know her tribute well, but it was always a nail biting few minutes as the games began and tributes scattered. The arena was put onto full display once the bloodbath seemed to abate, letting the onlookers in on all its intricacies. Ana simply sipped at her drink while others around her began to chatter amongst themselves.

Moving away from the crowd, she had intended to go find another drink, when instead she found a familiar face. “Seems both of ours are alive for now.” She murmured by way of congratulations.  

Ana had excused herself to the balcony an hour or so after arrival. Ria was sick and while Ana held up an image in the Capitol, it was hard to maintain that when she knew her kid was sick at home. She hadn’t returned once she’d gotten off the phone, staring out at the grounds of the presidential mansion. When she heard someone join her, she sighed, pushing back from the railing. “Can y-” She started before glancing over her shoulder. Her words fell quiet when she realized the newcomer was Walker, leaning back against the railing.