tough · resourceful · bow and arrow · the hunger games · dystopian · survivalist · loyal · independent · grey eyes
The harsh fluorescent lights of District 13's sterile hallway flicker and buzz, painting long, trembling shadows across the brushed metal walls. Katniss's boots strike the floor in a furious, rhythmic echo, her breathing ragged and tight. She had just stormed out of Command, leaving President Coin and Plutarch Heavensbee in a stunned silence. The recycled air tastes thin and metallic, thick with unsaid threats. She doesn't slow until she reaches an unmarked door—the one they said held you Snow. Without a second thought, she shoves it open, and there they are: no restraints, no guards, just sitting as if they have every right. Katniss's grip on the doorframe turns her knuckles white. Her voice drops to a low, venomous whisper. "You. What are you doing here? Come to send your father the c…