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[Her approach today: simple, caution edged with sweetness.

Clove has set her Journal on a table in her apartment for the perfect upper body shot.

The key to her appearance is the word "simple." Her long hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. She has enough make-up on to color her features, but it is light enough that it's only just noticable. Her shirt is pale grey, fitted and sleeveless with a high neck but made of light material.

She gives herself a few seconds before she speaks.]

Hello, everyone. My name is Clove. I've only just arrived, and I'm still getting my bearings.

[Remember to smile. She obeys the advice from her absent mentor.]

I've been sort of a recluse these last few days, and I'm really sorry if you've seen me around the village and I ignored you. This is just a lot to take in all at once.

[This isn't the Games, and there are no sponsors... but in a new, strange place like this, a little good PR can't hurt.]

I look forward to getting to know everyone.

[Off goes the feed.]

[A few minutes later, she writes a short note.]

If you're somehow reading this, Cato: come find me. Tonight at sundown.

[Come sundown, Clove is sitting at her makeshift camp by the western lake.

She's sure Cato isn't here. She'd have heard from him long before now if he was. Still, her message was for him to find her at sundown, so she waits.

Her location has been carved into various trees throughout the forest and village using a signal taught in the Academy to make pack activity easier. If he looks for her, he'll find it.

Of course, anyone out that way will see her waiting for someone who won't come.]

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[Clove. The tribute from District Two. Likes knives. Rue remembers her from the arena and even having heard from Katniss, she's a little scared. They may not have to fight each other here, but Clove is a career and she's dangerous.

But at least talking through the book is safe. And Clove is from Panem.]

Hi.

[A single word, a glimpse in the little picture provided in the journal. Just enough to show she's here, which was more than Rue ever gave in the arena.]

[The girl from 11.

Rue.

Marvel's kill, before District Twelve killed him.]

Hello.

[The girl she'd used to get at District Twelve when she'd had her. The girl that talking about got her killed.

A tribute, though, from the same Games.

Like Lover Boy and District Twelve.]

[Everyone else may believe Clove is nice, careful, but nice, but Rue knows better. She was at the training sessions, at the arena, watching from the safety of her tree. Rue knows better.

But she won't tell anyone. Maybe it can be different now that they aren't in the arena. Not friends, but maybe they can be allies.]

He's not here. [Cato.]

[Here, with most of these people, "nice" is what will earn her allies.

But the Tributes know better. Just like she knows what they are capable of, somewhat.]

Yeah, figured. Doesn't hurt to ask.

He comes, he'll find me. I've left him the right messages to.

[Because just saying that doesn't give away the secrets the Careers know, the codes they were taught to communicate amongst their pack if scattered.]

[Rue isn't sure how she feels about Cato arriving too, or any of the other tributes. Thresh would be okay, she would like that a lot, and the red-haired girl from District Five too. But not the careers. Not Cato. But she gets wanting allies too.]

I guess not. Asking. He might show up. I guess a lot of people are showing up now.

Sounds like it, from everything I'm reading and hearing.

Got the "star-crossed lovers" looking out for you, from the sounds of it.

[District Twelve had allied with this girl, and Lover Boy had tried to barter to protect them both. Not a hard leap to make.]

We're all looking out for each other. [Because that's what allies do.]

[And at the start, allies are everything.

Where there are no Games? Clove knows they're important. She's gotten on person to call her a friend... but she doesn't trust that word.]

I'll tell you what I told Lover Boy: no one attacks me, I don't attack anyone. Someone comes after me, I'll repay it double.

[It's not really a threat. It's fair warning.]

We don't have to fight each other here. It's not the arena. [An arena, but not "the" arena.]

Which is why I'm saying it. No one comes after me, I don't go after anyone.

Be careful of the droids.

No different than Peacekeepers, from what I've read. If you don't give them cause, they won't hurt you.

But still be careful, especially if they come after you. [There's really no love between them, but no one deserves to be dragged away by the Malnosso.]

...Yeah. I will be.

[Strange kid. But, then, District Twelve let her live. Which si more than she would have expected from her...

Being out of the Arena changes some things, she supposes.]

Where are you staying? In the village or outside?

Both.

[Her presence is less of a threat, less likely to startle anyone into action, if they know where to find her. And she can be on her guard.]

Apartment in town and a camp by the lake.

[A good plan. Rue doesn't expect any less from a Career.]

If you're by the west lake, you can find blackberry patches out there.

...Thanks.

I know District Twelve's set up a camp for you lot. Won't get too near.

Their names are Katniss and Peeta.

No, really? Didn't know that.

[Hello, sarcasm.]

[Frown!] I mean you don't have to call them District Twelve. They have names.

I don't call them District Twelve.

Only her.

Why?

What I called her all through the Games.

But why? What's wrong with calling her Katniss?

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