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[effective]

Date & Time: A few days after Katniss gets lanced
Location: Her apartment
Characters: Katniss, anyone who wants to check on her /o/
Summary: Katniss has been staying indoors and avoiding pretty much everything.
Warnings: Mentions of stabbination?


[The situation in the forest had been unpleasant. To say the least. It has been a long time since Katniss had legitimately feared for her life, and she isn't sure what to do with the feelings that's left her with.

So she shuts down. It's not quite like the catatonia that had come over her after Prim's death, but it's something similar. She just doesn't know how to deal with her life any more, so she stops dealing with it entirely. She sits on the couch in the lounge, moves only to eat, drink, and use the bathroom, and for all intents and purposes acts like a robot.

It works for her. Sort of.]

Comments

[insecrets]

I have had a lot of experience in it. [His shoulders lift in an easy shrug, still grinning. He says that smile, Katniss. Don't think that he doesn't.] There were a couple.

[effective]

[She ducks her head, hair that had escaped her braid falling forward as well. She's not smiling. She's not] You're wrong.

[A beat. Her head lifts] It's been a long time since things went well. Even a little bit.

[insecrets]

[She is. He moves towards the couch, plopping himself down on it. It makes him feel better, seeing that she's better. He didn't know how to help her when she was nothing more than a near-catatonic half-corpse, slumped over.

What they need, what she needs, is someone they can talk to that will help them.] Not about this, I'm not.

[Finnick smiles softly.] Maybe you need to get stabbed more often, then.