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shenevermisses) wrote2012-10-25 07:19 pm
shenevermisses) wrote2012-10-25 07:19 pm
10th Throw - [ voice ]
[Backdated to 4:30 AM, October 25th:
A little over twelve hours have given her time to think.
With everything she knows about this place, the body might be gone by now. But it might not. It's too close to her camp to deny knowledge and be believed.
The lie she told Cato will have to do for everyone.
So, at four-thirty in the morning, after dressing for the draft she was called for, she opens her journal.]
Katniss Everdeen died yesterday.
[The announcement. Now, the lie.]
We were hunting and ran into a pack of wild dogs. We separated. I found her after, but I was too late.
[It only buys her a week. Six days, now, until District Twelve comes back and tells everyone.
But a week's a long time in the Arena. A week will help.]
I'm leaving with the others for the draft soon, but I wanted to tell everyone first.
[Back to battle and bloodshed.
Where everything will make sense.]
A little over twelve hours have given her time to think.
With everything she knows about this place, the body might be gone by now. But it might not. It's too close to her camp to deny knowledge and be believed.
The lie she told Cato will have to do for everyone.
So, at four-thirty in the morning, after dressing for the draft she was called for, she opens her journal.]
Katniss Everdeen died yesterday.
[The announcement. Now, the lie.]
We were hunting and ran into a pack of wild dogs. We separated. I found her after, but I was too late.
[It only buys her a week. Six days, now, until District Twelve comes back and tells everyone.
But a week's a long time in the Arena. A week will help.]
I'm leaving with the others for the draft soon, but I wanted to tell everyone first.
[Back to battle and bloodshed.
Where everything will make sense.]
voice;
Be careful, Clover! Come home safe, okay? [ There's genuine worry in her tone, although it's probably too late for Clove to receive the well-wishes. ]
And...I'm sorry, about your friend.
[video]
I'm sorry to hear she died.
[video]
Looks like we do.
[voice]
[She's awake and heading to the draft herself, but she has enough time to respond.]
[voice]
Especially since... she didn't really lose anything.]
I'm fine.
[Mostly.
Sort of.]/small>
[voice]
If you need assistance during the draft, do not hesitate to ask.
[voice]
You, too.
[voice]
Let us do our best, then.
[And that's all she thinks she needs to say. They are on a time limit after, all. Sakura might as well have said "See you on the battlefield."]
voice
Wild dogs...?
[ Her voice has a slight hint of question to it, but only just. ]
voice
[She's seen every kind of prey animal at least once, and a place doesn't have prey without having predators to hunt them. Maybe she hasn't run into some kind of wild dog, but the odds are extremely good that there's something out there.]
voice
[ She doesn't necessarily think that Clove is lying, but-- she also knows there aren't any wild dogs in Luceti's woods, too. So then, what killed this girl's friend...? ]
voice
I don't know. I didn't what it was.
Just know it was something. We both ran different ways, and I found her later. Bloody, flesh ripped.
...Whatever did it was brutal.
voice
[ That's troubling then, to say the least. Caused by a resident of some sort? Or... who knows; it's bad news any way you try to turn it.
After a beat- ]
Have you ever run into Moro?
voice
The prey population is controlled, they do not overrun the woods, and she and Twelve are not that prolific of hunters. To control that, there must be predators.]
I've heard of it, yes. Never encountered it.
voice
[ There's a distracted lilt to her voice, as if she's more than a little more in touch with her thoughts than the conversation at hand.
Of course, her own encounters with the being weren't very ... positive, but the idea of speaking to her seems more interesting now than it had before she went home briefly and became rather divine herself.... ]
voice
[And Clove, really, doesn't care.
The truth will come out when Katniss returns. She doesn't know what will happen to her then, but, for now, this lie will keep her safe.]
written;
It's a feeling he hasn't felt in years. The feeling that he has led a pair of Tributes to slaughter and they didn't have a chance in hell. ]
What happened?
[ Grief-stricken or not, that explanation is not going to fly as a proper end to Katniss Evedeen. ]
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He knows Twelve. She could tell him everything. She could tell him about the two arrows, about the cut on her cheek. She could tell him about the impossible moment when Katniss -- when Twelve gave up. She could tell him about waking up terrified and sobbing last night, hunted by a nameless fear.
He isn't her mentor, but he's a mentor.
It's that thought that makes her create a filter.
But it doesn't last.
He knows her. He would never believe her that she'd been attacked first. If she tells him, he'll tell everyone. They'll take his word over hers, put her in danger. She can't trust hime. She can't trust anyone.
So, the Career returns.]
What I said. Or that's my best guess.
Something tore her apart.
[But he knows what no one else does.
He's seen her in the Arena. He saw her hold Twelve down, threaten to carve her up. He knows how brutal she is in a fight with her knives.]
written; 50% filter
[ It's almost insulting, the way this girl thinks he will buy into her scant details. He's seen enough liars, both good and bad, and fabricated his own webs to detect a soft spot in a story.
It's the reason behind it all that he's looking for. What does she know and why hide it? What motive does she have? The girl from Two is trained killer, a simple fact that cannot be dismissed despite any poor attempts at civilities. Their stupid truce, Peeta's disappearance...
A cover-up, perhaps. If Katniss has holed herself away and somehow convinced this girl to publicize her death over the network, the long-suffering Mockingjay may find herself wishing for a proper exit once he is able to properly contact her. ]
Did she tell you to say all that?
written; 50% filter
She didn't tell me anything. She didn't tell me why. She didn't tell me what next. I only knew what to do because she drew blood. She didn't tell me anything. I just want to know why. Why?]
All I know is something ripped her to pieces. I think it was wild dogs, so. Y'know. Wild dogs work. Someone wants to find out what it was, they can. Not my job.
[Her best attempt to sound flippant. At least she's writing. That makes it easier to advance the front.
And soon she'll be far away, soaked in more blood. Blood she won't get in trouble for spilling.]
written⟶voice; 50% filter
She wouldn't have g[ Wild dogs. The words aren't coming as easily to his writing anymore and he finds himself growling them aloud anyway. He scratches them out in one quick, heavy handed gesture. Unless the Malnosso had truly constructed something in the true spirit of a gamemaker, an adversary of unfair advantage...no. They wouldn't be the first set of genetic monstrosities to come after her. Had her luck really run dry this time with no one to help her, or did she just finally surrender herself?
No. He wants someone else to be angry at for this.]
I'm going to go out on a limb here and call you a damn liar. You know something.
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[It's not true. He's right to call her a liar. He knows. More than anyone else, he knows.
He knows about Twelve. He knows about her. He knows about the Games.
If anyone still here can call her a liar and mean it, it's him.]
voice; 50% filter
You stick with that story, sister.
[ Immediately after he finishes the sentence, there is a loud noise as if the journal has been thrown. It hits, presumably, the hard surface of the ground and tumbles around for just a few seconds longer before shutting itself and going silent. ]