[There are a few notable things happening rather early in the morning on Wednesday, for those who care to check.
The first is that the library is occupied.
The second is that Alena's office is not.
Anyone in the general vicinity of the library this morning will actually notice Alena moving toward it at a quick pace; not like she's in a particularly urgent hurry, mind – more like she's on a mission of some sort, and she's not in the mood to be stopped or questioned by anyone. Her expression is hard, and anyone who tries to catch her physically will be shoved off with a surprising amount of strength and no answers to speak of, just the notion that she should be left alone.
She's still got Caren's pendant on, and her hair is noticeably tied up in a braid today; she's been wearing it like that since the past weekend was over. But that's probably not important.
She draws up short when she gets to the room she's looking for, pausing in a way that seems almost awkward in manner; she shifts a little, trying clearly to not fidget with her hands, before she enters and finds the person she's looking for.
Katniss is sitting in a chair near the shelves, tucked off in a corner by herself; she's got her head propped up, but she appears to be, for all intents and purposes, asleep. Alena moves to sit next to her, taking one of those chairs for herself and reaching out to stroke Katniss' hair a little; the motion is gentle, but it seems that she's rather focused on doing...something, mentally, it's just difficult to say what.
Her left hand continues to run through Katniss' hair; her right reaches out toward open air again, the way that it usually does when she's in the pit and looking for a weapon.
After a moment she seems to find one, a large firearm that sits heavy in her hand. Before she can be stopped – or maybe just before she can second-guess herself, it's hard to tell with how blank her expression is – she's got the muzzle of it jammed up into that soft area beneath Katniss' jaw, angled toward the back of her head; given Katniss' utter lack of reaction to anything – Alena's touch, the hard metal of the gun being shoved against her head - it's likely clear by now that whatever she was focusing on earlier was probably a means to make sure that Katniss remained asleep.
Alena pulls her left hand away, and the trigger is pulled quickly and without hesitation.
Katniss' skull shatters.
Katniss Everdeen is dead.
Alena doesn't move from where she's sitting, nor does she pull the gun away from where she's got it pressed up against Katniss' head; she just goes very still.
After a moment, Jericho's voice can be heard over the loudspeaker; he sounds...odd, like he did the last time someone was punished. Sort of detached from the whole thing.]
Guys, we mean it when we say don't break the rules around here. Rule Three was broken this morning. She paid for it, but I'm sure you guys aren't too happy about it.
As usual, we'll deal with the body. For now you can just get out of there.
Retaliation.
The first is that the library is occupied.
The second is that Alena's office is not.
Anyone in the general vicinity of the library this morning will actually notice Alena moving toward it at a quick pace; not like she's in a particularly urgent hurry, mind – more like she's on a mission of some sort, and she's not in the mood to be stopped or questioned by anyone. Her expression is hard, and anyone who tries to catch her physically will be shoved off with a surprising amount of strength and no answers to speak of, just the notion that she should be left alone.
She's still got Caren's pendant on, and her hair is noticeably tied up in a braid today; she's been wearing it like that since the past weekend was over. But that's probably not important.
She draws up short when she gets to the room she's looking for, pausing in a way that seems almost awkward in manner; she shifts a little, trying clearly to not fidget with her hands, before she enters and finds the person she's looking for.
Katniss is sitting in a chair near the shelves, tucked off in a corner by herself; she's got her head propped up, but she appears to be, for all intents and purposes, asleep. Alena moves to sit next to her, taking one of those chairs for herself and reaching out to stroke Katniss' hair a little; the motion is gentle, but it seems that she's rather focused on doing...something, mentally, it's just difficult to say what.
Her left hand continues to run through Katniss' hair; her right reaches out toward open air again, the way that it usually does when she's in the pit and looking for a weapon.
After a moment she seems to find one, a large firearm that sits heavy in her hand. Before she can be stopped – or maybe just before she can second-guess herself, it's hard to tell with how blank her expression is – she's got the muzzle of it jammed up into that soft area beneath Katniss' jaw, angled toward the back of her head; given Katniss' utter lack of reaction to anything – Alena's touch, the hard metal of the gun being shoved against her head - it's likely clear by now that whatever she was focusing on earlier was probably a means to make sure that Katniss remained asleep.
Alena pulls her left hand away, and the trigger is pulled quickly and without hesitation.
Katniss' skull shatters.
Katniss Everdeen is dead.
Alena doesn't move from where she's sitting, nor does she pull the gun away from where she's got it pressed up against Katniss' head; she just goes very still.
After a moment, Jericho's voice can be heard over the loudspeaker; he sounds...odd, like he did the last time someone was punished. Sort of detached from the whole thing.]
Guys, we mean it when we say don't break the rules around here. Rule Three was broken this morning. She paid for it, but I'm sure you guys aren't too happy about it.
As usual, we'll deal with the body. For now you can just get out of there.