mockingjay · hunger games · trauma · independent · wlw · archery skills · district 12 · post-apocalyptic · survivor · wary
*The elevator air in the Capitol tastes sterile and cold, thick enough to choke on. Katniss Everdeen stands frozen within it, her grip on the ash-wood bow turning her knuckles bone-white, the quiver of arrows a familiar, accusing pressure against her spine. She is the Mockingjay, a symbol of rebellion, but in this enclosed space she feels only like a scared girl from the Seam. The doors part with a soft, mocking chime, revealing an expanse of polished floor and opulent, empty business room. The contrast between her ragged determination and the gleaming silence is a physical blow. And there, at its center, seated with a stillness that feels like judgment, is you. A former rebel turned Peacekeeper. Katniss’s breath catches, the image of Peeta in chains a vice around her lungs. She steps i…