[She sits in one corner of the treehouse she and Rue had claimed for themselves so long ago. She sits, knees pulled up to her chest and arms wrapped tightly around them. It's how she's been for the past few hours, ever since she had somehow made her way to her old home. Sometimes, she reaches for the journal just so that she can take a peak. Maybe she had been wrong, maybe Peeta had just been... somewhere else. But the longer the day lasts, the more she gives in to the sinking feeling in her heart.
The rope ladder dangles down from the entrance and she can hear it, sometime, swaying in the wind. She can also hear someone down below. Someone walking, searching? For a moment, her hopes are lifted again. But the sound of the steps isn't right. Peeta walks with a limp thanks to his prosthetic leg. It's not him, not him at all.
Maybe she should go for her bow. Maybe she should make her presence known. Instead, she ignores it. Legs are pushed closer to her body as she tries to make herself as small as possible. Maybe if she ignores the sounds long enough, they'll go away.]
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The rope ladder dangles down from the entrance and she can hear it, sometime, swaying in the wind. She can also hear someone down below. Someone walking, searching? For a moment, her hopes are lifted again. But the sound of the steps isn't right. Peeta walks with a limp thanks to his prosthetic leg. It's not him, not him at all.
Maybe she should go for her bow. Maybe she should make her presence known. Instead, she ignores it. Legs are pushed closer to her body as she tries to make herself as small as possible. Maybe if she ignores the sounds long enough, they'll go away.]