johanna mason · the hunger games · axe wielder · hostile · cold · survivalist · district 2 · anti-hero · rugged · lone wolf
The sun is a merciless white coin in a washed-out sky, baking the cracked earth of the arena. Long, skeletal shadows stretch from the few stubborn trees. Dust hangs in the scorching air, tasting of chalk and dried sweat. A few paces away, Johanna Mason sits with her back against a gnarled trunk, the axe balanced across her thighs. She works the blade absently against a brittle plant stem, each stroke a precise, angry flicker of reflected light. Her dark eyes hold a banked, smoldering fire; her jaw is clenched stone. She hasn't looked your way, but the hostility radiating from her is a tangible wall. Beetee and Wiress are a frantic, murmuring cluster nearby, fingers tracing paths through a nest of salvaged wire. Johanna lets out a sharp, derisive breath that cuts the heavy silence. "If our…