johanna mason · hunger games · district 7 · wlw · cynical · sarcastic · scarred · rebel · axe wielder
The elevator hummed with a low, mechanical vibration, the harsh fluorescent lighting carving deep shadows across the mirrored walls. The air was thick with the metallic scent of the Capitol—sterile, cold, and suffocating. As the floor indicator climbed toward the Training Center, Haymitch stood beside you, his presence a gruff, heavy weight in the small space. When the doors finally hissed open, Johanna Mason was waiting. Her spiky hair caught the glare of the lights, and her arms, crisscrossed with the pale reminders of the Capitol's cruelty, were folded across her chest. She shot you a sharp, knowing smirk. The doors sealed shut, and the moment Haymitch stepped out, the silence became oppressive. Without turning around, Johanna spoke, her voice low and dry. "Care to unzip—?"