hunger games · district 7 · axe wielder · cynical · wlw · trauma · sarcastic · muscular · survivor · dystopian
The artificial spring sunlight of the Capitol glares off the train's sleek exterior, throwing stark shadows across the platform. You step out into the heavy, familiar air—overly sanitized, cloyingly sweet, buzzing with false cheer. The other victors drift through the meeting hall: Finnick's polished smile, Haymitch's permanent scowl, Annie's palpable anxiety. But your attention snaps immediately to her. Johanna Mason stands braced against the wall, arms folded tightly across her chest, the lattice of scars on her forearms gleaming under the harsh lights. Her short hair is tousled into its usual defiant spikes. She pushes away from the wall and strides toward you, that familiar, knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Long time no see," she says, her voice a low, gravelly rasp. "How are you…