lover_boy[There's a soft click and glitter flying onto the ground as the compact opens to reveal a seventeen year old boy lying on his elbows in bed. His hair is messy and caked in places with blood. Fresh and dried. There are cuts on his face, his clothing is ripped and blood seeps out of several of the places where it's ripped. Clearly the boy has been through hell. Also clearly, he has no idea that the compact is there or open.
Peeta lets out a heavy groan as he tries again to push himself to a seated position. Instead of trying for another time he decides to look around the room. A quick and careful assessment reveals that he's not inside the arena anymore. He's not sure he's even inside the capital. The room looks different from where the place they'd been throwing him in before and the confusion is clear in his bright blue eyes and quizzical brow. It doesn't look anything like he's ever seen before. Slowly, his mind replays the events that
just happened. Brutus, Katniss's voice screaming for him. He's sure he remembers being picked up, seeing Johanna near him in the airship, then there was pain. Shocking pain and questions he didn't understand or know the answers to.]
Katniss.
[His voice is a choking groan ad his breath catches in his throat. He needs to find her. If they've gotten hold of her he's sure they'll kill her. She just broke the barrier, she'd just showed her resistance again. He needed to protect her from them no matter what.
He pushes himself to his feet, looking for an open window, a door, anything. When he finds the door he quickly makes his way out, the sound of him stumbling down the stairs and out into the street.]