[Each word, said like its own sentence. You have got. To be fucking. Kidding me., and Johanna lets the me hang for a few beats before she slams her locker door shut. Because there, across the room, walking mostly naked except for her towel and her bow is Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay, the Girl on Fire.
Again.
Johanna doesn't try to keep her voice down, and she certainly doesn't try to muffle the slam of her locker. It stands as a punctuation of its own. Her hair--chopped short, but growing longer, down past her chin by now--is still stringy and unwashed with the Jump goo, but she's wearing clothes: the Tranquility uniform, torn in places, with the arms and collar ripped off.
And she's armed too, of course. One axe is in her hand, and she leans her hand against it, pommel end pressed to the center of her palm, like a lady leaning on a parasol.]
Hey! Brainless! Welcome back! Get over here, and let's catch up.
[Her teeth gleam, briefly. Not exactly a smile. More like she's baring them at Katniss.]
claws @ the locker
[Each word, said like its own sentence. You have got. To be fucking. Kidding me., and Johanna lets the me hang for a few beats before she slams her locker door shut. Because there, across the room, walking mostly naked except for her towel and her bow is Katniss Everdeen, the Mockingjay, the Girl on Fire.
Again.
Johanna doesn't try to keep her voice down, and she certainly doesn't try to muffle the slam of her locker. It stands as a punctuation of its own. Her hair--chopped short, but growing longer, down past her chin by now--is still stringy and unwashed with the Jump goo, but she's wearing clothes: the Tranquility uniform, torn in places, with the arms and collar ripped off.
And she's armed too, of course. One axe is in her hand, and she leans her hand against it, pommel end pressed to the center of her palm, like a lady leaning on a parasol.]
Hey! Brainless! Welcome back! Get over here, and let's catch up.
[Her teeth gleam, briefly. Not exactly a smile. More like she's baring them at Katniss.]