[ Cinna is unaccustomed to such a lack of stimulation. He's used to having things to do, places to be and wars to fight. He's used to parties and finery. He's used to working more than his fair share. He's used to clandestine meetings and treasonous liaisons in dark corners, mystery and intrigue at its finest.
But this... his mind is most defintely going stir crazy. Who could rightfully blame him? This is a different kind of cage than the one he's accustomed to, but still, a cage. This is what brings him to use the network. ]
I don't suppose that anyone has material, a needle and thread? [ It's laughable, really. The idea that anyone would have these luxuries in such an environment. There is the 'crazy' part of stir crazy to consider. ]
FOUR
First of all, waking up on a morgue table is a very cold, dark and solitary experience. Not knowing how one got there is even worse. Cinna remembers the beating, the torture. There had been a brief moment when he'd thought he might survive. But of course President Snow couldn't allow that. No one stands up to him in any way and survives. And of course, Cinna had shown his entire hand with that Mockingjay dress. That's it. The end.
Except...
Cinna pushes the sheet away from his face and sits up. No wonder he's so cold. He's naked. That won't do. Cinna wraps the sheet around his waist as he slides off of the metal slab. His knees buckle and he has to pull himself back up to stand upright. Apparently having been previously dead and then brought back to life makes something as simple as standing a difficult endeavor.
With his weight on the palm of his hand, he slowly eases that up to shift the weight to his legs. It works. He can stand. And now he's off to find some clothes, preferably something warm.
Cinna | The Hunger Games
[ Cinna is unaccustomed to such a lack of stimulation. He's used to having things to do, places to be and wars to fight. He's used to parties and finery. He's used to working more than his fair share. He's used to clandestine meetings and treasonous liaisons in dark corners, mystery and intrigue at its finest.
But this... his mind is most defintely going stir crazy. Who could rightfully blame him? This is a different kind of cage than the one he's accustomed to, but still, a cage. This is what brings him to use the network. ]
I don't suppose that anyone has material, a needle and thread? [ It's laughable, really. The idea that anyone would have these luxuries in such an environment. There is the 'crazy' part of stir crazy to consider. ]
FOUR
First of all, waking up on a morgue table is a very cold, dark and solitary experience. Not knowing how one got there is even worse. Cinna remembers the beating, the torture. There had been a brief moment when he'd thought he might survive. But of course President Snow couldn't allow that. No one stands up to him in any way and survives. And of course, Cinna had shown his entire hand with that Mockingjay dress. That's it. The end.
Except...
Cinna pushes the sheet away from his face and sits up. No wonder he's so cold. He's naked. That won't do. Cinna wraps the sheet around his waist as he slides off of the metal slab. His knees buckle and he has to pull himself back up to stand upright. Apparently having been previously dead and then brought back to life makes something as simple as standing a difficult endeavor.
With his weight on the palm of his hand, he slowly eases that up to shift the weight to his legs. It works. He can stand. And now he's off to find some clothes, preferably something warm.