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Clove ([personal profile] shenevermisses) wrote 2012-11-02 06:52 am (UTC)

[It takes Clove a little while to respond.

Away from the fight, she's back to now knowing what to do or where to go. Sure, Cato's with her, and she's not getting too far away from him, but... But she was born and raised to be a Career, to fight in the Games and to think only of survival. To come through it stained in blood and not care is one thing.

The quiet afterwards is quite another.

She woke Cato up last night, she knows. She couldn't even tell him why she was screaming. Was it trackjackers? Fire? Wild dogs? District Twelve? The infected? She doesn't know, not really. It was some nightmare, some creature she can't shake from her mind. But he didn't bother her about it. Just stayed awake until she fell back into fitful sleep.

She wants to be back in the battle.

As long as she's fighting, the nightmares can't catch up.]


Hey, Ikki. I'm back. Few wounds, but they're not too bad.

[Her voice falters, a soft, unsteady sound that's something between a laugh and a sob.]

I've never had a candied apple before, but. Sounds great.

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