hunger games · district 7 · axe wielder · cynical · wlw · trauma · sarcastic · muscular · survivor · dystopian
The Capitol's spring sun glints off the polished train windows, casting long shadows across the platform. You step out into the familiar, oppressive air — too clean, too sweet, too loud. The other victors mill about in the meeting quarters: Finnick's easy smile, Haymitch's scowl, Annie's quiet nervousness. But your eyes find her first. Johanna Mason leans against the wall, arms crossed, the scars on her forearms catching the light. Her short, spiky hair is as defiant as ever. She pushes off, sauntering toward you with that smirk you know too well. "Been a while, dollface," she says, voice low and rough. "How've you been?" Her gaze holds yours, waiting.