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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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. ]