16th Throw - [ written / action ]

[shenevermisses]

[Written:]

I want to work for the Malnosso. [It's written because she wants to say it, but she doesn't trust her voice.]

I want to be out of this enclosure, working for them. Especially on the battlefield. If they'd just let me, my knives are theirs.

I hate this waiting. Hate it. Sure, time to heal after the fight. Time to rest. But I know how this goes. How long it'll be before I have a knife in my hand for anything other than hunting. Before I get to really fight again.

I hate it.

Why can we just sign up? Go into battle and let that be that. Leave us there, provide supplies, die and come back again and again. I'm useful in a fight. Sitting around here? It's pointless.


[Action:

Clove hasn't spent much time at the apartment. She's been holed up at the camp she established when she first came.

Tonight, for the first time since she got back, there's a fire. Plenty of kindling and proper logs, but also... ball and oval-like bits of wood being thrown in.

All the carving she'd done when Cato had been worrying about her? It's all going into the fire now. Burning.

It was stupid to do it. To pretend she could have something other than battle. She knows now, better than she did before maybe-- that's all she's good for.]

Comments

[16autumnroad]

It's not your war, though, anymore than it's mine. Is waiting out there any better than waiting in here?

...If you want some company or someone to train with, let me know. I'll show you the style of knives we use where I come from; they're a little different than the ones you carry.

[shenevermisses]

I don't want company.

[She probably needs it, but she doesn't want it. The draft... took its toll. Not in injuries, though she's still recovering from a few of those, but from worse wounds for her. Wounds that aren't physical.]

[16autumnroad]

[Her answer doesn't surprise him. He's used to people who need space when they're upset or grieving.

He probably shouldn't push it, but...]

If you go out there to die over and over, you might not come back. I don't think it's a guarantee. And even if you do, don't you lose something important every time?

[action]

[not_a_troll]

[At first Loki does not really notice the fire he's too wrapped up in his own thoughts. He has been walking for quite a while, still busy with processing everything that has happened during the draft.

He passes Clove quickly only to stop halfway when he finally smells said fire.

He turns to look and watches for a moment how Clove tosses round pieces of wood in the fire.]

Ah! Clove!

[The tone of his voice is a chipper one and he approaches her with a smile on his face.]

It has been quite a long time. Are you well?

[action]

[shenevermisses]

[Clove shuts her eyes at the sound of her name. She wants to pretend it doesn't exist, that she's out here alone. But she knows she can't, so she opens her eyes and looks at him.]

Loki.

[It's not a warm greeting, not in the slightest. He's always talked about people getting along, about allies and friends. But he's one who'd turn on her. If he's friends or even allies with Twelve, with Katniss... he'll turn on her.

Maybe he'll even want to kill her. Once Twelve tells him. If she even knows him. Or maybe it wouldn't matter. After all, killing is killing to some of these people.]

What do you want?

[Because he has to want something. Everyone wants something from her.]

[written]

[truemessiah]

What kind of life is that to live? [ To her, the only reason to fight is so that there can be peace; that doesn't sound like what Clove wants. ]

[written]

[shenevermisses]

The kind of life I'm good at.

written

[descrier]

Their main intent is to find a way to escape by their own regard. Although death is not permanent, we are also only so expendable that constant death would not possibly have any lead to the experimentation results they desire.

Would you really want to spend your time in an endless battle?

written

[shenevermisses]

Yes, I would.

[justicereigns]

I agree with you. Do they just want people to die out there? Why not take combatants?

[He's angry, whether at them, the situation, or himself for not finding a way to be taken, he doesn't know.]

[shenevermisses]

Take combatants and not bring us back here until we want to come back. It didn't last long enough, the fight.

[She says, even as her wounds haven't finished healing.

But when there's no battle, there's time to think. When there aren't loud sounds and screaming, she can hear her own mind working.

And she hates it.]

[Written]

[unseenspy]

[The more Jay sees Clove, the more of his past self he sees in her, and he hates that.]

...You're really okay with just being a tool?

[Written]

[shenevermisses]

Completely.

[voice]

[rashness]

[Man how do you even respond to that. He doesn't even know how you respond to that, and in that moment he also wishes that he knew where she lived so he could stop by with a cake or something, because a simple gesture like that seems like it would be good here. He tries not to judge, even if him really doesn't like what she's saying, but instead just records in voice the first thing he thinks when this clicks in]

Man, you're a pretty complicated girl, aren't you?

[Of course, she could just ignore him. But it's not like he could ignore this]

[voice]

[shenevermisses]

[She responds in the same format.

Which is probably a bad thing. Her voice is low and sharp. One thing can be certain -- she is not in a good mood.]

No, I'm really not. I want to fight. I want to kill. That's what I'm good at, and I like doing it. Sitting around here? I don't get to. Fighting with the Malnosso? I do.

Not complicated at all.

[Voice]

[4starsavior]

Being here ain't so bad! It's good to have downtime now an' then!

[Voice]

[shenevermisses]

I'd prefer to be out there fighting. Actually doing something.

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

If you don't mind me asking, but why are you in such a hurry to kill others? Isn't it best to not have to fight all the time?

[It's an honest questions. Spoken as if he doesn't know the answer himself.]

I know the Third Party aren't holding back against us, but to want to spend every day fighting them, for people who don't respect us. I guess, I'm wondering why someone would want to live that sort of life. It sounds a bit... [He trails off for a moment. Looking for the right word.] Stressful to me.

[Voice]

[shenevermisses]

Like I've said -- I like to fight, I like to kill, and I'm good at it.

[Voice]

[endgames]

You think this plea's gonna interest them in you? You're not doing yourself any favors.

[Voice]

[shenevermisses]

I doubt they'll even see it.

[Voice]

[origami_ninja]

Perhaps you could help to teach beginners in the meantime. I've thought about teaching to pass the time, myself.

[Voice]

[shenevermisses]

Considering how much people here seem to dislike someone who enjoys fighting? I doubt they'd want to learn from me.

Action; i hope this late tag is cool

[hero_of_smiles]

[Slowly but surely introducing himself back to the village, Cross has stopped holing himself in his apartment.

It's nighttime right now as he walks along the forest edge. The light of a fire catches his eye. Who'd be out here with a fire on?

Curiosity taking him, he goes over to investigate.

And what he finds...oh. Her. Observing his surroundings...it looks like a camp.]

You know there is a thing called an apartment you could stay in than being out here in the damp.

Totally cool. Sorry it took so long to respond!

[shenevermisses]

I have an apartment.

[Her voice is cold and sharp. Well beyond her snapping before the fighting.

Clove doesn't move, doesn't look over at him. She just sits where she is and watches the flames, adding another small piece of wood. Another futile attempt to be something she's not. Something she can't ever be.]

I like it better out here.