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first flower. ACTION & VIDEO.

action; locked to sharpe; early morning
[ 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. ]

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[ moments ago, he thought he'd heard a voice. a whisper on the wind. harper would have called it the sidhe, or some other such nonsense. but sharpe merely lifts his head for a moment, cocks his ear towards the sound, and grumbles. bloody animals. they talk here, don't they? and they damn well had better not scare off his prey, for he was eyeing up a lovely spring hare and he would have it in his sights at any moment...

crack. the rifle's report reverberates through the nearby woods. the man himself is enveloped in a cloud of stinking smoke. it should sting his eyes but after years of service, the stuff is almost comforting. he breathes it in like fresh air. he hopes he hasn't missed.

sharpe stands from where he'd been kneeling next to a birch and leaps over a felled tree. he picks his way between trunks and brush until he finds his quarry: dead. the soldier smiles and lifts the slain hare by its legs. but it's just as he's inspecting the bullet's exit wound that he catches glimpse of something else moving no more than fifteen feet away. too big to be any small game. but not so big that he... ]

Oi! Who's that, eh? [ his voice lifts -- rough-sounding, no matter how friendly he wants to be. ]

[Oh look! This is one of those wacky magical times that Aang's running a shift at the bakery. And he makes sure to check by the window sometimes to corner any Sulky McSulkersons who are being too sulky to just come in and eat.

Today, he finds this girl instead. She doesn't seem that far from his age but not exactly particularly sulky. Could she be new?

Aang opens the door and pops half of his body out while leaning on the door handle and looks towards Prim with a wide smile.]

Hiya! Like what you see?

That's a nice name.

[ 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. ]

[It's the name that catches her attention, otherwise Artemis might not have even caught the short transmission. But she hadn't spent as much time with Katniss over the past few days without now recognizing that name easily. Especially when she was still so worried for her.

At first, she wasn't sure she should reply. Wasn't sure what she would say. This was Katniss's little sister. Her real little sister. It was silly to feel a pang of envy over that.]

Hello, Prim. I'm sure she'll be glad you're here to wake her for it. And no. it's not a bad place. Not usually. Just... different. I suppose I should say welcome to Luceti, even though it feels a bit weird to do that, when we didn't really have any say in coming.

.. It's your sister's birthday? Almost.. [ She blinks a little, as if she's thinking about it. Her expression is pretty blank, but in the end it seems to settle in a near-smile. ]

That must be so nice, spending birthdays with siblings..

[ Twilight lives only two doors down from Prim, so it's only a matter of time before Twilight walks by (nose in a book) and notices the girl sitting on the front step, at which point she stops walking and comes over to meet her. ]

Hi! Are you new here?

[It's a little heartbreaking to listen to the girl's entry, both heartfelt and optimistic, trying to see the best in this situation she's found herself in. She asks if this place isn't bad, and compared to the world Prim's come from that just might be the case; Pepper recognizes the last name, after all, and that tells her a great deal.

So this girl is Katniss's sister.]

Hello, Prim. I'm Pepper Potts. [She smiles when she answers, gentle and easy. It's clear that the girl tried pretty hard to put together her message.] It's nice to meet you.

Hello Prim Primrose Primrose Everdeen.

[Loki smiles broadly and waves.]

It is a good thing to wake your sister, in case she might sleep in and the like. Do not wake her at her birthday, though. It might spoil the element of surprise!

[Prim. Teddy's heard that name before, knows where it came from, but it doesn't quite hit him until she mentions her last name. He hadn't really been paying attention until he heard that.

Everdeen.

Katniss' sister. The one Katniss had to watch-...

God, if only she were here.

Teddy smiles for her, practically flopping down on the couch to talk to her.]

Primrose... After primroses?

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