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23rd Throw - [ voice ]
Mar. 5th, 2014 10:31 am[After two days of the girl not showing up for lessons and not giving her any warning, Clove went looking. A brief discussion with Twelve, and, well, that was enough.
Of the things left behind, she'd claimed the stiletto she'd helped Rue pick out.
Maybe, in the long run, it was better this way. She'd never had to really use it. She'd never had to put the training Clove had tried to give her to use.
Later in the afternoon, Clove addresses the journal.]
Looks like the Little Bird has gone back to the nest. [A nickname for everyone. Something to make them less than human in the Arena.] The kid, Rue, she's not here with us anymore.
["She went home" would be a lie. For Rue, for her, for Cato... There's no home to go to. There's only death.]
This place really has its moods, doesn't it? Sometimes just sends a lot of 'em away at once.
Of the things left behind, she'd claimed the stiletto she'd helped Rue pick out.
Maybe, in the long run, it was better this way. She'd never had to really use it. She'd never had to put the training Clove had tried to give her to use.
Later in the afternoon, Clove addresses the journal.]
Looks like the Little Bird has gone back to the nest. [A nickname for everyone. Something to make them less than human in the Arena.] The kid, Rue, she's not here with us anymore.
["She went home" would be a lie. For Rue, for her, for Cato... There's no home to go to. There's only death.]
This place really has its moods, doesn't it? Sometimes just sends a lot of 'em away at once.
