Panem Dawn: Mockingjay Reimagined

Chapter Three: Mockingjay and Freedom Fighter

So, this is how that first historical meeting went.

We all sit down as President Coin and Plutarch begin to explain the purpose of this revolution and why we were either rescued and brought here (Victors in attendance) or why we joined the Rebellion (Defectors from the Capitol in attendance). As far as that went, the meeting was moving slowly.

The Capitol defectors in attendance had apparently opened their eyes at last to every cruelty inflicted on the rest of us ever since the districts were cruelly defeated in the last war, seventy-eight years ago. I understand they honestly must want to help the cause in any way they can for the most part, but it's obvious they have a lot to learn about life here in Thirteen, far removed from the comforts they've always been used to expecting.

For example, one of the girls from the Capitol tried to type something out and must have made a mistake, because she took the paper which wasn't even half filled with words, crumpled it up, and tossed it into a nearby trashcan.

By the dirty looks some of the District Thirteen citizens gave her, you'd almost think she had been caught attempting to commit a disgusting offence. District Thirteen isn't exactly tolerable when it comes to any waste. As life in District Nine for me was a daily battle just to survive, not to mention both of my Games, I was already well prepared like many refugees from other districts for this particular aspect of District Thirteen life.

Katniss saw what that girl did too, and she looked as though she was fighting to hide just how gleeful it made her to see someone from the decadent Capitol having to do without even the slightest of her old excesses.

Another thing that's frowned upon very much here is gossip in every form. And this time I'm pleased to let you know that I'm the one who caught some of them at it instead of another one of the citizens here and I sure let them have it. It was just a few days after I was discharged from the hospital, and I had been to use a washroom and was just in the process of washing my hands when I overheard some of them talking in slightly lowered voices from the other side of the door.

"Look, I do kind of feel badly about the District Twelve people who've actually made it out here after the bombings, since they no longer have any existing homes and all. But that tall dark-haired guy, something Hawthorne, is absolutely intimidating and quite rude to say the least. I think if it were up to him and he had any authority then the Capitol would be bombed even before tommorow. He's a vengeful type we should probably watch out for Marcie."

"Oh please, that Gale character is small potatoes Irina. I'm more concerned about that Katniss Everdeen. I think being forced to fight and kill people two Games in a row is beginning to take its toll. She seems to behave quite...erratically. Do you know, more than half the time she doesn't even show up to her assigned jobs or follow much of anything else on her schedule. And I have it from a reliable source that often she sits crouched in a dark hidden space, ranting and raving about her name, her Games, what happened to that boy she is supposed to have married, and that she doesn't even understand anymore how or why she's alive. I'm amazed that anyone of real importance here is still considering her to be the face of this revolution. Mockingjay indeed.

As for that jumped-up Alyssa Whitestone, she thinks she's so wonderful being the last known living descendant of her bloodlines, but if she is so special, why did she leave Noah Linwood to be captured so easily? I bet she was more concerned with saving her own skin like all the bloodthirstiest victors or else she's losing her marbles too---"

I stepped out of the bathroom suddenly and made sure to shut the door as noisily as possible so both of them turned to stare at me, startled into shutting up. "So, I guess you must think that Katniss and I are going crazy right? Out of our minds? I have an important bit of information in case you've never heard of it before. It's called Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.