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first flower. ACTION & VIDEO.
[ Primrose remembered dying. Or - she thought she did. She was almost sure she did. She could recall the child, could see herself taking off her jacket, could hear her name being shouted from behind her, almost drowned out in the chaos (you're imagining things, Prim, but she'd turned anyway) - her name in her sister's voice, which couldn't be the case because after everything Katniss had died, they'd seen it on the television, after Prim had watched two Hunger Games glued to the screens and praying that would never come, and then after the Games...
She remembered seeing Katniss. She remembered saying her sister's name. She remembered -
She didn't remember what had happened after. Or she did, but - she'd been in a city, and now there were trees overhead, and the quasi-familiar sounds of the forest. She'd only ever been outside the gates with Katniss, and each of those times had been years ago. But the shadows on the ground, the crunch of leaves and branches underfoot - these things she could remember.
A forest. It didn't make any sense, and Prim stood shakily, and realized that even less than that made sense: a white dress she'd never worn or seen before, and something on her back. Prim bit her lip, reaching back and - wings. Like some sort of capitol person, or - a muttation? Or what? And a book. Why? She picked it up, turned a few pages, and then shut it at the strangeness. As unsettling at the wings, really.
No city. No children, no healer's uniform, no - ] Katniss? [ Shakily, uncertain. The last person she'd seen, but Katniss wasn't there.
In the absence of any sense of where she was meant to be, Prim chose a direction and began to walk, stepping carefully. ]
action; open; afternoon
[ While she spends a good portion of her morning at her sister's house in her sister's room reassuring herself that Katniss was, in fact, alive and here (if not here), Prim eventually goes to tentatively explore. She makes a foray into town to pick up clothing that isn't borrowed and might actually be hers, Buttercup hot on her heels. The cat apparently isn't letting her out of his sight, for whatever reason.
Prim's grateful for that, although she nearly trips over the cat twining around her ankles several times. Eventually she gives up and picks the tomcat up to tote around, just so she doesn't fall over.
She can be found at the clothing shop, outside the bakery eyeing the decorative cakes and cupcakes displayed inside, or sitting and flipping through her journal on the front step of house 43. Or just walking along the route to or from any of those places - take your pick. ]
voice; evening
[ It doesn't take too long to work out how the book functions. It's strange, certainly, but after playing with it for a while, reading things - listening to things - Prim thinks she can use it. Try to figure things out a bit more. She can't make sense of what she's read and listened to; maybe it's just because it's so everyday compared to where she just was, or maybe it's just that the events and people discussed aren't ones she's familiar with.
She liked listening to the voices, though. Looking at the pictures. The video clips. It was sort of soothing, even if it was all nonsense. Eventually she works up the courage to say something, though. To turn on the video.
Prim is sitting cross-legged on Katniss' bed. It's the place she feels safest, and there might be a shot of the forest mural in the background, but mostly it's Primrose Everdeen, blonde braid falling over her shoulder as she leans in, Buttercup purring madly in her lap. She's petting him absently, and he mews like a kitten whenever she stops. ]
Hello. [ That's said too softly, barely there, and Prim has to clear her throat. Try again. ] Hello. [ This time the greeting is louder, more solid. ] Sorry, I didn't mean to...I'll try to speak up. [ Prim feels awkward, talking to a book, even knowing what it does. She would have written, but Buttercup seems to need the attention, and...well. ] I only got here today, but it's...not a bad place, is it?
[ That sounds tentative but eager. She is, after all, in one piece. And Katniss is, apparently, in one piece. And Buttercup is in one piece. Prim has never asked for much, but all of those things have always been included in what little she wants from life. ] I'm even in time. Just. May eighth is only in...seven days? My sister - she's going to turn... [ Prim's suddenly unsure. How old is Katniss? How long has she been in this place? ] ...a year older. [ And Prim does smile at that, although it's small and shy. She knows that sounded silly, and she's still not entirely comfortable where she is - probably won't be until the moment she sees her sister alive and whole - but she's trying. ]
Normally I'm the one who wakes her up, then. So...it's a good thing I'm here. To do that? [ Breakfast. She'll make breakfast, and maybe a cake. And while Katniss is the one who mockingjays quiet to listen to, Prim will sing her sister a song. ] Just like at home.
[ She's quiet for a beat, before going to end the missive - although then she realizes she forgot the important part. ]
Oh. I nearly forgot. My name is Prim. Primrose, I mean. Primrose Everdeen.
[ That should do it, just about. Prim ends the message, with another shy smile. ]
[video]
[ In fact, there's several things here that catch Serah's attention, but... she only smiles in turn to begin with, starting slow- a compliment as kind of a lead-in. ]
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[ Serah gets a shy smile in return; Prim has always liked her name, and she doesn't mind it being commented on. She likes talking about her family. ]
[video]
I think it goes together very well; it sounds like he picked wisely. [ There's a kind of laugh in her tone, to offset any kind of stilted beat to her words, and with a quick huff- ] I'm Serah Farron.
... To be honest I'm not sure which of my parents named me.
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It's nice to meet you, Serah. [ This name is closer to one she'd have heard at home, and that's comforting. Less weird than some of the others here. ]
[ Not sure. So...probably never got a chance to have it told to her, or to ask? Prim doesn't want to bring up a topic that makes anyone uncomfortable, so... ] Have you been in Luceti long?
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[ The brightness of her smile fades slightly, though it remains enough to show she's plenty unoffended all the same. She brushes some of her hair back, considering her words before finally deciding... ]
My older sister- she was here for several years before me, though.
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She recognizes that tone of voice. ]
Were you close? At home?
[ She won't press if Serah doesn't want to answer, and her own tone makes that clear...it's just that sisters, that's something Prim understands.
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[ Serah says it calmly, after only a short pause. Explaining her and Lightning's relationship in that way- she's been doing that since... well, since she was about Prim's age.
However, it wasn't until a few years ago that she had to learn to use past-tense, like she does now. In reality, that's the part that tilts the admission towards sadness here more than the fact that she was an orphan by the time she was teenaged. Having everyone but you believe that your sister is gone is trying, to say the least. ]
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[ Past tense because Prim herself is dead, and...well. Her father died, but her mother lived. She just checked out.
It's a weird sort of thing, but she feels like she understands that. A sister who protects you and takes care of you. Who gives her life for yours, given half a chance. ]
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[ Never mind that Serah would give a lot to be able to say the same of herself and own sis. If there's anyone who can take selflessness up to a degree almost worthy of being a character flaw, it's-- well, both of the Farron sisters, really. Must be genetic. ]
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[ Maybe that's a bad thing to wish on someone, but - well. She can't picture being parted from Katniss. Or worse than that - she can, and Prim hates that image. ]
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I know I'll see her again one day. I look forward to it. But... I think being here might make her sad.
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[ For a girl who's dead, it's hard to picture that. ]