Clove (
shenevermisses) wrote2012-09-23 01:51 am
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8th throw - [ written ]
[It's late. It's very, very late. But Clove can't sleep. Maybe it's because of the ever changing date in her Journal, September slipping away, making way for October.
Maybe it's the truce. And the talk of a feast some time ago. And the better and better looking apples in the store. Because it's getting to be autumn, and that's when they're the best. Maybe it's just her thinking too much.
Either way, she's awake in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She hates sleeping inside, and even the open windows do little to really set her mind at ease. ...Maybe she'll sneak out one, make no sound leaving or coming back. A little note for Cato to tell him she'll be back.
Get out and hunt. Or just run. Run as fast as she can as far away from the village as she can go. Run until she trips and falls or until her sides hurt too much and she has to stop. Then eventually come back and pretend like she never left.
She doesn't do that just yet, instead writing in the Journal. Maybe it won't be seen until morning or afternoon. But she needs to have it out there.]
I want to speak with someone in the medical profession. I have questions.
Maybe it's the truce. And the talk of a feast some time ago. And the better and better looking apples in the store. Because it's getting to be autumn, and that's when they're the best. Maybe it's just her thinking too much.
Either way, she's awake in the middle of the night from a nightmare. She hates sleeping inside, and even the open windows do little to really set her mind at ease. ...Maybe she'll sneak out one, make no sound leaving or coming back. A little note for Cato to tell him she'll be back.
Get out and hunt. Or just run. Run as fast as she can as far away from the village as she can go. Run until she trips and falls or until her sides hurt too much and she has to stop. Then eventually come back and pretend like she never left.
She doesn't do that just yet, instead writing in the Journal. Maybe it won't be seen until morning or afternoon. But she needs to have it out there.]
I want to speak with someone in the medical profession. I have questions.
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I mean, here, at least, you'd come back when you died.
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So far it seems to be true, from my experience. However, we may still find ways to change that. And if we do, knowing about it might help you prevent what would happen in your world.
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[Clove could disappear tomorrow, and reappear in another month, younger, with the time to stop it still.
Or the way they find to return to their worlds, could also let them choose a timeline.
Who knows?]
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[The Reaping, the Game, the Victor.
It doesn't change. It can't.]
But the thought's nice.
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But I've learned something, back in my world, and being here, too. It's hard to say, and hard to believe in, but sometimes things can still work out even when it seems impossible.
[She's seen destruction, and renewal. Death, and new life. She's seen those horrible, irrevocable tragedies reversed.]
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I think it's more important to fight for something you can believe in, than to win. Even if that means it might not be your victory.
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I fight to win. Because I fight to survive.
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But I think people have to find those and decide those for themselves.