Cause We Belong to the Hurricane (4/?)
Title: Cause We Belong to the Hurricane
Chars: Johanna Mason, Haymitch Abernathy, Blight, Chaff, Cashmere, Beetee, Wiress, Annie Cresta, Peeta Mellark, OCs
Ships: Haymitch+Johanna (potential later Haymitch/Johanna), Beetee+Wiress, Blight/OFC, etc.
Rating: PG-13 to light R
Summary:: The rebellion doesn't belong to one person--it belongs to us all. When disaster strikes in the arena, the rebels are left scrambling to recover, and turn to an unlikely inspiration.
A/N:: This project was known as my "Johanna becomes the Mockingjay AU" fic for a while. Johanna is somewhat irritated at the idea. So if you're looking for a different spin on things in the war, and seeing familiar faces in a different situation, hope you give this one a read! Ch 4 just got to the end of the Quell, so the real story is just starting.
Finally he saw a forcefield from the outside, a finely-woven net of neon blue lines that surged and shone more brightly in spots, popping up in another place at intervals as the power diverted there. Against the night sky, the neon color lit up like a beacon, and the light illuminated the red sands around it, surrounding the arena with a bloody-colored aura. A rough shudder worked its way down his spine. The way those surges moved, and with the way it looked like the arena slowly leaked blood, it looked like something alive, maliciously containing its prey and unwilling to give it up.
Chars: Johanna Mason, Haymitch Abernathy, Blight, Chaff, Cashmere, Beetee, Wiress, Annie Cresta, Peeta Mellark, OCs
Ships: Haymitch+Johanna (potential later Haymitch/Johanna), Beetee+Wiress, Blight/OFC, etc.
Rating: PG-13 to light R
Summary:: The rebellion doesn't belong to one person--it belongs to us all. When disaster strikes in the arena, the rebels are left scrambling to recover, and turn to an unlikely inspiration.
A/N:: This project was known as my "Johanna becomes the Mockingjay AU" fic for a while. Johanna is somewhat irritated at the idea. So if you're looking for a different spin on things in the war, and seeing familiar faces in a different situation, hope you give this one a read! Ch 4 just got to the end of the Quell, so the real story is just starting.
Finally he saw a forcefield from the outside, a finely-woven net of neon blue lines that surged and shone more brightly in spots, popping up in another place at intervals as the power diverted there. Against the night sky, the neon color lit up like a beacon, and the light illuminated the red sands around it, surrounding the arena with a bloody-colored aura. A rough shudder worked its way down his spine. The way those surges moved, and with the way it looked like the arena slowly leaked blood, it looked like something alive, maliciously containing its prey and unwilling to give it up.