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[Panem was free once again. Johanna left 13 and went back to her big house in 7. She lived there for a few years before officials asked her to do something for them. She was a mapmaker-- when deemed unfit to fight, she drew maps and then programmed them into the computer. She made herself useful somehow, though she’d rather be a warrior than hiding behind a computer.

They put her on a hovercraft and told her she might want to try and sleep. Fat chance of that, Johanna never slept.

Never wasn’t completely correct, and Johanna woke with a jolt when the Hovercraft shook. The pilots were saying something up front that she couldn't hear, and the next thing she knew, they were dropping.

She pulled herself from the rubble and checked on the pilots. Both dead. They were bombed down. But by who? All she could see was desert for miles. And she’d never seen the desert before. Everything Johanna saw was lush with trees and fluffy grass. The sound of engines revving had her running from the crash in whatever direction they weren’t coming from.] Shit shit shit shit. [In the distance, there was another vehicle. She never really saw cars in Panem. They had them in the Capitol, and the jeeps that drove the Peacekeepers around were seen often. No one owned a car, though. She kept running, and planned on taking that car from whoever had the stupidity to stop.]

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[Max wasn't really one to help others. At all. In fact, he had no desire to put his life on the line for whoever was getting attacked out there. But he does set up bombs of his own — somewhere to lead the raiders toward him, blow 'em sky-high, scavenge them for parts, for goods. Johanna can see it firsthand, when those who had bombed her hovercraft are suddenly bursting into fire. The cars are thrown about and the people inside are either dead or injured.

Fine for Max; he'll raid the injured. Kill 'em quick and kindly compared to what most do. He circles around in the car, pulling over to survey the wreckages of all the crafts from afar, and when the remaining survivor comes running toward him — well, he wastes no time pulling out a shotgun and aiming it defensively.]

Stop.

[His growl is rough and sand-worn, the uneven hair on his head bleached by the sun, like his eyelashes. And most of all, there's a sort of feral, quiet intensity to him; regardless, there's something about the woman who reminds him of the Wives. It leaves him uneasy, leaves him annoyed that his heart's been softened up enough to get nostalgic.

Either way, he won't shoot unless she makes herself an enemy.]

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[Johanna has a grey jumpsuit on, District 13's only form of clothing, apparently. Already she was hot from the sun and gasped in the heat. When he said stop, she stopped dead in her tracks and put her hands up, all the while with a hacking coughing bending her over.] Sorry.

[She squints in the sand and sun, wanting desperately to rub her eye.] I was in the craft that came down. Not a thief.

FOR EGGSY

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(Johanna has been at Nexus Mental Health for two weeks now. She woke up there one day, after she went home from the Capitol. She has no fucking clue how she got in this place. She hates it, and hasn't left her room. They don't know anything about the Capitol. They don't know anything about District 7-- any of the Districts. They tell her the Hunger Games never happened. They tell her that her family is still alive... but why don't they visit?

Nexus gives her medication, stuff to sleep. It's okay though, she needs it. It's unsettling to sleep in a place you've never been before, and aren't sure you're even supposed to be there. One day, she acts up real wild. She spots a new boy across the day room, where people play puzzles and talk about monsters. He was blonde and cute and she got up on the couch and started to yell at him.)

RUN, RABBIT, RUN!

(She doesn't know what got into her. Sometimes, Johanna gets sick of behaving. She jumps on the couch and points at Eggsy (not knowing that was his name, of course). They catch her, but she puts up a fight. She headbutts a orderly, punches a nurse, and bites yet another orderly. Until they shot her full of something that made her pass out and drool.)

(Three days later, she wakes up and leaves her room. She's dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. It's so thin and you can see her small breasts through it. She likes that, she thinks it might help her next time she needs something. She also has on the world's warmest hospital socks, and she thinks she's finally gotten that drug out of her system.

Which is perfect, because Rabbit Eggsy is sitting on the couch in front of the ancient television set. She goes to sit next to him. Almost too close.)

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[ Of course Eggsy remembers Johanna yelling at him. Honestly, she came off like she was actually bonkers, but what does he know? Everyone here sounds like they lost the fucking plot somewhere. But they're treating him the same, like he's the one that's mental. After a few days, he's sure as hell starting to feel like he is. And he hasn't even told them about Kingsman, because he doesn't tell people. Just his regular life stuff is met with scorn and derision and medication.

He tucks his meds up in his cheek well enough to pass that check they do where they look in your mouth and spits them out in the loo, but it's an imperfect solution. After the first day, he keeps to the rules as best he can, because there's no way to escape if he's tied to a bed or some other nonsense.

Eggsy's own clothes, also sweats and a t-shirt, leave less to the imagination about how fit he is than he likes. He likes people underestimating him, and that's a bit harder in a too-tight shirt. He at least has an oversized black hoodie for the time being. He's miffed because he prides himself on style, but no one gets style in a place like this.

Johanna comes and sits close enough that he can almost feel her body heat. ]

You know there's a whole other side of the couch, yeah?

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(Johanna turns sideways like one side of a parentheses. One arm up on the back of the couch and bent to hover ever so slightly near Eggsy's ear.)

I'm not stupid, of course I know that. Do you think I'm stupid? You think I'm stupid!

(That's when she moves to put her finger in his ear.

Johanna doesn't know how to process feelings. There's something about this boy that makes her attracted to him. She doesn't know if it's physical or something else. Maybe he knows about the Hunger Games. It couldn't just be that he's cute. Johanna doesn't like cute.

(It's because he's cute).)

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No I fuckin' don't, it was mostly rhetorical. Christ.

[ His reaction time is good, though, and he just manages to dodge her incoming finger. ]

Come on, what the fuck? You can't possibly be as looney as you let them think you are.

[ There's something about her that he really thinks isn't. She's cute, even with her terribly primary school flirting. But she's also sharp; he's seen the way she looks at things, thinking about them. He's sharp, too, or he wouldn't notice. ]

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No, I'm not looney. (Her voice drops to a whisper.) My plan of attack has always been 'make them think you're weak,' but I feel like I can tell you that. Because I also believe in alliances. You are probably smarter than you look. You wanna break out of here?

(She licks her incisor and waggles her eyebrows.) Cute accent, by the way. Are you from the Capitol?