Johanna Mason had felt disconnected and had been trying to ignore the way her body ached. She'd been captured and shackled and well, her mind had pretty much disconnected itself with all that Snow had ordered to put her through.
She had tried not to think of how loverboy, Peeta, was right down the hall. Tried not to wonder what had happened to Finnick, Volts and Brainless. All she could think was they better be okay because she wasn't going to be tortured for nothing. She'd gone in the Quarter Quell knowing that she could die making sure Katniss Everdeen survived and was rescued, it just had never occurred to her that she'd end up captured.
Her hands balled into fists and she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the horrible shrieks that were echoing from down the hallway. She was a Victor, she could handle anything the Capitol tossed at her. She breathed in and then out. She was Johanna Mason, and she was not about to let the Capitol or Snow break her. She was stronger than anything they could ever think to do to her.
There was a slight vibration and Johanna's eyebrows drew together before her eyes snapped open.
What the---
She was no longer shackled in a cell, she was seated on a boat. Immediately she was on her feet and her gaze was scanning everything, taking note of things that could instantly be turned into a weapon.
What the hell was going on? Was Snow messing with her already?! This would be something he'd do. Ass. Drop her into a new arena, without her ax, one that didn't even look... How had he transported her without her knowing it?! Drugs? She didn't feel drugged. Her lips pressed together in a scowl and her gaze darted around suspiciously, eyeing the people around her, people she didn't recognize at all. New tributes?
She drew back against a wall, eyes still narrowed and once they were docked, she was one of the first people off the boat. She probably looked a sight, pale skin with noticeable bruising over the parts of her body that weren't covered by the thin, dirty tank top and loose pants she was wearing. Her hair had been shaved off and she had dark circles under her dark eyes and she was barefoot, which didn't seem to be bothering her in the least.
Johanna skirted around the friendly people who seemed to be waiting for them. She had no intention of talking to them. Nope. She had no intention of being part of the crap she'd currently found herself in. In fact, once she was far enough from the dock, she tipped her head back and glared up at the sky.
"I'm not falling for it!" she yelled as she stalked around in a small circle. They were listening, they always were. "Might as well just kill me now because I don't know where they took her!" Screw them! She plopped back down and drew her knees up, draping her arms over them. "Do you hear me?! Just kill me already!" She was serious. She was done. They might as well just kill her because she wasn't moving. She was done being their pawn and playing by their rules.
Johanna Mason | The Hunger Games
Johanna Mason had felt disconnected and had been trying to ignore the way her body ached. She'd been captured and shackled and well, her mind had pretty much disconnected itself with all that Snow had ordered to put her through.
She had tried not to think of how loverboy, Peeta, was right down the hall. Tried not to wonder what had happened to Finnick, Volts and Brainless. All she could think was they better be okay because she wasn't going to be tortured for nothing. She'd gone in the Quarter Quell knowing that she could die making sure Katniss Everdeen survived and was rescued, it just had never occurred to her that she'd end up captured.
Her hands balled into fists and she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to ignore the horrible shrieks that were echoing from down the hallway. She was a Victor, she could handle anything the Capitol tossed at her. She breathed in and then out. She was Johanna Mason, and she was not about to let the Capitol or Snow break her. She was stronger than anything they could ever think to do to her.
There was a slight vibration and Johanna's eyebrows drew together before her eyes snapped open.
What the---
She was no longer shackled in a cell, she was seated on a boat. Immediately she was on her feet and her gaze was scanning everything, taking note of things that could instantly be turned into a weapon.
What the hell was going on? Was Snow messing with her already?! This would be something he'd do. Ass. Drop her into a new arena, without her ax, one that didn't even look... How had he transported her without her knowing it?! Drugs? She didn't feel drugged. Her lips pressed together in a scowl and her gaze darted around suspiciously, eyeing the people around her, people she didn't recognize at all. New tributes?
She drew back against a wall, eyes still narrowed and once they were docked, she was one of the first people off the boat. She probably looked a sight, pale skin with noticeable bruising over the parts of her body that weren't covered by the thin, dirty tank top and loose pants she was wearing. Her hair had been shaved off and she had dark circles under her dark eyes and she was barefoot, which didn't seem to be bothering her in the least.
Johanna skirted around the friendly people who seemed to be waiting for them. She had no intention of talking to them. Nope. She had no intention of being part of the crap she'd currently found herself in. In fact, once she was far enough from the dock, she tipped her head back and glared up at the sky.
"I'm not falling for it!" she yelled as she stalked around in a small circle. They were listening, they always were. "Might as well just kill me now because I don't know where they took her!" Screw them! She plopped back down and drew her knees up, draping her arms over them. "Do you hear me?! Just kill me already!" She was serious. She was done. They might as well just kill her because she wasn't moving. She was done being their pawn and playing by their rules.