Annie Cresta | Victor of the 70th Hunger Games (
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Gym - OTA
There was a time when Annie was in a gym at least six days out of seven. Ages eleven to sixteen, during her time at the Career Academy (a slightly grandiose name for quite a glorified school club, but it wasn't until Annie was a victor herself that she recognized the self-depreciating humour in the name). Before school and after school, training and training and training. After that, when she was washed out, no gyms, but she kept up the physical activity - and exceeded it, fishing being what it is. As a victor, she ran most mornings, or swum. Worked out. Sparred with Finnick. She'd noticed if she didn't, her mind got worse, her fits of hysteria (anxiety attacks, Beverly had called them) more frequent.
But it's been six months since she's done anything properly physical regularly. When her mood's been stable, she's turned the holodeck into a running track, but that hasn't been nearly anything like five or six days out of seven.
She's twitchy, which goes a way to explain how she winds up in the gymnasium, trailing her fingers over the bo staffs in their rack. She'd been good at spears in the Academy, and although the idea of stabbing now makes her uneasy, she's still good at wielding a staff. She can get her fiancé (tall, built, twice her size and lethal) on his back.
Annie picks up one of the staffs and hefts it, giving it an experimental twirl. It's well-balanced, and she smiles, quiet and shy and delighted.
But despite that delight, and how practically she's already dressed (boots, trousers, simple blouse under her loose jacket, hair braided), she doesn't make any further movements towards any of the practice mats.
But it's been six months since she's done anything properly physical regularly. When her mood's been stable, she's turned the holodeck into a running track, but that hasn't been nearly anything like five or six days out of seven.
She's twitchy, which goes a way to explain how she winds up in the gymnasium, trailing her fingers over the bo staffs in their rack. She'd been good at spears in the Academy, and although the idea of stabbing now makes her uneasy, she's still good at wielding a staff. She can get her fiancé (tall, built, twice her size and lethal) on his back.
Annie picks up one of the staffs and hefts it, giving it an experimental twirl. It's well-balanced, and she smiles, quiet and shy and delighted.
But despite that delight, and how practically she's already dressed (boots, trousers, simple blouse under her loose jacket, hair braided), she doesn't make any further movements towards any of the practice mats.
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"What have I done?" she asks the room, and the guys, after observing the giggling for a moment.
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Oh.
Moonshine.
That's what they are doing, trying to make a still.
She's briefly torn on this, as it's not as if Finnick needs any actual alcohol with his edginess since they've been here.
On the other hand, getting tipsy? Sounds marvellous.
"You pull that off, a lot of folk around here will be shaking your hand."
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He crossed his arms, still grinning. They're not going to be able to make the family whiskey, mostly because only three people in the family know what it is, but they do know enough ABOUT it to make their own version. Also, making whiskey that's been known to make gods drunk is probably NOT something they'd want to have on the ship.
They're not completely insane.
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And not every law broken is strictly about survival.
"If anyone asks, I'm saying I knew nothing," she says, which is true, but she's grinning. A little.
changed my mind. Just one of one
Delighted mad cackling ensues for some reason.
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Too much possibility, and she's not sure what to do. How to handle it all. Even now, it's tricky. But-
She grins.
"Glad to help out."
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"I mean, Kale and I are well off, we're royalty for starters, but we still have to work to get things done. Like Kale makes electronic things... and here you can just replicate them."
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She hesitates, and then explains.
"I won a lot of money a few years ago. A, a competition." Which she, very clearly, does not want to explain further. "And it's one of the reasons I took up glassmaking so much. I get commissions, or. Did. I don't have to do anything any more. But, it. Doesn't feel right.
I can see, um. There being things in place so everyone can afford the basics. And don't starve. But. Not a lot of push to do things."
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The Capitol struck her that way, the times she's been there, although it wasn't until the year of the 71st Hunger Games that she had enough spare time (once Four's tributes were dead) to really appreciate it. The beautiful buildings, the beautiful clothes, party after party attended too by people who had no idea of the cost to the districts, they just wanted to dance their fear away.
"If, if you find anything, would you... Could you tell me? I could share some information, too."
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"Oh, sure. We'd be more than happy to share information," Kale said, "But what got me suspicious is that they don't want us to have their technology. You heard that when they gave us our welcome speech. Don't steal the technology. We can use it, but we can't steal it? Why?"
Getting onto a roll, Kale continued, "This Prime Directive thing is pure nonsense. We don't want to interfere with your way of life, but we're still going to keep you on this ship that's completely different than your way of life and expose you to technology and medicines that aren't what you're used to. You just can't bring it home to make your world better and healthier."
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"Depends if that's their purposes," she comments, although her voice is softer. "They don't quite know what to do with us, so. They could be making up things as they go along, too."
The Capitol would hate her thinking like that, but she grew up on an ocean that regularly made clear it was more powerful than any human government or machine, and she survived an arena where the gamemakers made some very, very big mistakes.
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Her gazing is noticed. Which is what you get from being trained from a young age to notice these things. However, it's not mentioned, because mentioning these things makes people wary around you. And if they're wary around you then they won't give off as much information.
Kale rocked back on his heels and pushed a few buttons.
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Then she stops, cocks her head a little. Watches him.
Then watches Trever.
And gaze back.
"Like you enough?"
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So, all she says is, "Oh."
And then.
"Do you buy her flowers, first?"
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He started laughing so hard that he had trouble breathing.
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But.
Trever's been nothing but decent to her. Treating her as if she were normal.
So the smile comes back.
"It'd only be polite."
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"It's not quite like that," Kale said, glaring at his brother, "It's more like trying to tame an animal. It starts off not trusting you and I have to make it trust me. While it takes a bit longer than perhaps normal hacking, the upside of it is that I don't need to be at a terminal to access information and once she trusts me, she'll pretty much always trust me."