10th Throw - [ voice ]

[shenevermisses]

[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.]

Comments

[voice]

[theogre]

I am sorry for your loss.

[She's awake and heading to the draft herself, but she has enough time to respond.]

[voice]

[shenevermisses]

[...Sympathy. It's strange to her. The words aren't said in Panem. Everyone is sorry that the tributes have to die, but no one says it. She doesn't know how to reply.

Especially since... she didn't really lose anything.]

I'm fine.

[Mostly.

Sort of.]/small>

[voice]

[theogre]

[It's strange for her, too, but she doesn't feel like she should say nothing...especially since she's read the list. She knows that Clove and her are both heading into this draft.]

If you need assistance during the draft, do not hesitate to ask.

[voice]

[shenevermisses]

[She likes Sakura, what little she knows about her. She reminds her of the girls from home. Of another Career, so.]

You, too.

[voice]

[theogre]

[The feelings are mutual.]

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."]