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dear_mun2012-04-13 04:35 am
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Voice testing! Homeless!
[She's curled up, knees pulled up almost to her chin as she sits. Her hands are unmistakably covering her ears to block out the sounds that no one else can seem to hear. She wants to block it out. Where is Finnick? Where is she?]
Uhm, I'm not sure... why you want me. I've been in a Game before I really don't want to do it again. I want to be with Finnick. Can't you let me go back to him?
[Her voice goes quiet as she whispers, begging.]
Please?
Uhm, I'm not sure... why you want me. I've been in a Game before I really don't want to do it again. I want to be with Finnick. Can't you let me go back to him?
[Her voice goes quiet as she whispers, begging.]
Please?
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Finnick is here somewhere. I talked to him recently.
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You know Finnick?
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Thank you...
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[He gave a brief smile holding her hand gently.]
My name is Hades by the way.
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It's nice to meet you. I'm Annie... Annie Cresta.
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Oh, Uhm... I-I don't know... Do you have someone too? A Mun, I think she said she was...
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[Hands go back to the ears...! Trying to block out the bad sounds. He probably can't hear them but she can...]
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The sun sleeps on the mountains and the partridge in the tree. Let this beauty sleep and dream. Whisper to her but don't wake her.
[He would just go with those few slightly improvised lines to see if that lulled her at all.]
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Not Finnick. But he's trying to help so, slowly, she moves one hand away from her ears and then the other. She didn't want to think about the bad things - the boy from her District who'd died in her games, Mags taking her place in the Quarter Quell, the things that seemed to haunt her.]
U-uhm, thats a nice song. [Belatedly there's a quiet but unmistakable laugh.]
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It's a slightly improvised version of a lullaby from my homeland.
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Oh... It's lovely.
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