Peeta wakes gently in his seat, squinting at the evergreen trees rushing past the window. He’s on a train. It’s a considerably less fancy than trains he’s been on before, like the one for the victory tour that was practically a 5-star hotel on wheels, but comfortable. He doesn’t quite remember how he got here. He also doesn’t quite know where he’s going. He starts to look around, scanning the other people in the car, looking for any clue on the train that might indicate where it’s headed.
Maybe you’re seated next to him, or walking by in the aisle. Either way, he’ll politely get your attention.
“Excuse me, sorry. I fell asleep, and I’m wondering if I missed my stop. Where are we?”
He doesn’t want to sound mad, so he pretends like he at least took this train on purpose. Suddenly he hopes the stranger doesn't ask what stop his is, because... He can't answer that in the slightest.
FIRST TRAIN: II
Peeta never gets to find out where they’re going, at least not yet. The train car lurches, and some horrible screeching can be heard, like it’s coming off the tracks. It careens suddenly to one side, tipping as it does, and throws the passengers around like ragdolls as it crashes through trees, scrapes against ground.
The car rolls, throwing Peeta against the ceiling and knocking him unconscious, then begins to implode, half-crushing him in the process.
When he comes to, he’s stuck between a broken seat and the ceiling, unsure what direction is up. The exposed metal sticks into him in various places, and each and every breath hurts. His right arm is crumpled against his own chest, broken. With his still-good arm, he tries to push against the metal to free himself, but it only causes more pain. He groans with it, then looks around for anyone else who can help, still dizzy from the probable concussion.
“Help… Anyone?”
GOO
Once Peeta is patched up a bit and has a backpack, he’s going around trying to help others out of the wreckage, especially where there’s fire. He startles when he looks down and sees a large patch of black on his good hand. He rubs it vigorously against his thigh, but it won’t come off. It’s some kind of weird goo, and it starts to make him nervous.
He looks around, and he forgets what he was just doing, where he was going. Why is he here? It doesn’t matter: there’s trouble, so he needs to find Katniss. He needs to make sure she’s okay. He starts to walk, and he’s slow and stumbling, calling out listlessly.
“Katniss? Katniss! Finnick…?”
He sees someone in a train car, and approaches as quickly as he can. He calls inside to the person.
“Katniss, are you okay?!”
2 TRUTHS AND A LIE
1. My heart stopped once. 2. I’ve lied about having a pregnant wife on national TV. 3. I’m a 3-time swimming champion.
WILDCARD
((ooc: Helloooo! I’m Drew, I can be found at decimalplaces on plurk, drewey.decimal on discord or by PM here if you want to plot something! Or throw something at me and I’ll roll with it! Cheers!))
Peeta Mellark | The Hunger Games
Peeta wakes gently in his seat, squinting at the evergreen trees rushing past the window. He’s on a train. It’s a considerably less fancy than trains he’s been on before, like the one for the victory tour that was practically a 5-star hotel on wheels, but comfortable. He doesn’t quite remember how he got here. He also doesn’t quite know where he’s going. He starts to look around, scanning the other people in the car, looking for any clue on the train that might indicate where it’s headed.
Maybe you’re seated next to him, or walking by in the aisle. Either way, he’ll politely get your attention.
“Excuse me, sorry. I fell asleep, and I’m wondering if I missed my stop. Where are we?”
He doesn’t want to sound mad, so he pretends like he at least took this train on purpose. Suddenly he hopes the stranger doesn't ask what stop his is, because... He can't answer that in the slightest.
FIRST TRAIN: II
Peeta never gets to find out where they’re going, at least not yet. The train car lurches, and some horrible screeching can be heard, like it’s coming off the tracks. It careens suddenly to one side, tipping as it does, and throws the passengers around like ragdolls as it crashes through trees, scrapes against ground.
The car rolls, throwing Peeta against the ceiling and knocking him unconscious, then begins to implode, half-crushing him in the process.
When he comes to, he’s stuck between a broken seat and the ceiling, unsure what direction is up. The exposed metal sticks into him in various places, and each and every breath hurts. His right arm is crumpled against his own chest, broken. With his still-good arm, he tries to push against the metal to free himself, but it only causes more pain. He groans with it, then looks around for anyone else who can help, still dizzy from the probable concussion.
“Help… Anyone?”
GOO
Once Peeta is patched up a bit and has a backpack, he’s going around trying to help others out of the wreckage, especially where there’s fire. He startles when he looks down and sees a large patch of black on his good hand. He rubs it vigorously against his thigh, but it won’t come off. It’s some kind of weird goo, and it starts to make him nervous.
He looks around, and he forgets what he was just doing, where he was going. Why is he here? It doesn’t matter: there’s trouble, so he needs to find Katniss. He needs to make sure she’s okay. He starts to walk, and he’s slow and stumbling, calling out listlessly.
“Katniss? Katniss! Finnick…?”
He sees someone in a train car, and approaches as quickly as he can. He calls inside to the person.
“Katniss, are you okay?!”
2 TRUTHS AND A LIE
1. My heart stopped once.
2. I’ve lied about having a pregnant wife on national TV.
3. I’m a 3-time swimming champion.
WILDCARD
((ooc: Helloooo! I’m Drew, I can be found at