shenevermisses: (Biding time)
Clove ([personal profile] shenevermisses) wrote2012-12-29 09:31 am

13th Throw - [ action / written ]

Written:

I want a specific scenario in the Battle Dome. Can someone help me program it? I'll repay you. Terms can be discussed before the programming.

Action:

[Clove will be waiting outside a room in the Battle Dome. She hasn't been sleeping, and it shows. She's also been skipping meals.

She has her Journal with her, and she's dressed for a fight. Tribute from head to toe, knives in her vest.]


Written:

[The next short message appears a few hours later.]

It gets so quiet here. Between missions and drafts, there's just nothing. That's the one thing I hate about this place. It gets too quiet.

Action:

[For most of the evening, Clove will be at her camp. She's turned up a little game to cook, and she's ignoring the cold as best she can. She considers, as she starts to really feel the nipping of winter, knocking on Katniss's door. She could probably sleep there to escape the cold and not go back to the apartment.

She's not sure she's ready to go back and face Cato yet.]
deadalready: (go to the sea)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-01-05 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Everything looks so clean here. It's weird. He was used to the stains now. After all, this is the place they died. Both of them. He knows exactly where he fell and where she fell.

It occurs to him that they died pretty close together.

His nice Third Party sword spins in his hand once, twice and he shrugs.]


Yeah well, lucky them.

[We wouldn't have made it.]
deadalready: (raise you up to what's left)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-01-07 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He knows her and he knows how she attacks, just like she knows him. So it's easy to guess that he'll lose right away if he tries to charge her or feint to the side. Anything direct will get him killed (except this isn't supposed to be a fight to the death, not really.) so he has to change the way he thinks.

Cato doesn't respond to her tilt, not really. His sword stops in it's arc and he smiles to match hers -- ]


Come on then.

[-- and walks backwards, always keeping his eyes on her - before turning and disappearing around the bulky mouth of the Cornucopia. Once he's done that he grips his sword tight and waits just behind the corner for her to round it and come at him. While he waits, Cato attempts to stratigize. He doesn't want to kill her but he doesn't want to have her turn and sink a knife into him either. If he swings his sword just over how tall she stands, that'll make him completely vulnerable. Loss.

If he goes any lower, the chance he has to actually take an arm or her head even increases. Unacceptable win.

He looses one hand from the hilt of his sword and curls it into a fist. He intends to hit her shoulder when she turns the corner, make her less able to use that knife if only for a moment. It's a risk but then again everything is.

Cato is a little disheartened at the amount of times he has to remind himself not to kill her. That he's not in the Games anymore.]


deadalready: (go to the sea)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-01-07 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
[He sees her coming at him out of the corner of his eye and turns sharp, putting his sword wide to the right to avoid hurting her when he faces her.

When Clove hits him, she doesn't do much throw him off balance. Her weight isn't substantial enough to do anything other than make him reel back and take a few steps to right himself.

He grunts and uses his free hand to shove her off and away from him. She could do some serious damage to him if she wanted to right then.]
Edited 2013-01-07 02:45 (UTC)
deadalready: (away from the life that you always knew)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-01-08 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He swings his sword in a wide, focused arc as she moves. He has enough strength to stop himself mid blow should he have to but Clove is good. He has faith she'll do something to stop him or avoid it.

It's making him feel strange; fighting but not really fighting. He doesn't trust himself to go all out with trying. He's afraid of doing that. Maybe he won't be able to stop. He doesn't know. He hasn't had a real fight since the zombie draft.

Thinking back on it makes him feel fond though. He likes being on the same side as Clove. They make a good team.]
deadalready: (run run run away)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-01-19 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't let up on the half-felt assault. Cato follows up with the arc by using the sword's momentum to build on his own, curving the blade to follow after Clove in a diagonal. He's trying to close the distance between them, make it easier to grab her or force her to the ground instead of slashing at her.

If he thinks of it as training, it makes things less strained. But the setting is getting to him; slowly but surely.]
deadalready: (away from the life that you always knew)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-02-03 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It figures that this would happen. Clove knows him too well to get right up in his face and Cato isn't half bad at reading her moves well enough to avoid hits.

He wonders how long this dancing out of each other's range will last until - finally she closes in.

The knife is pretty fucking huge compared to some of the thinner ones she uses and Cato barely makes jerking his arm away count when he hears that familiar slice through fabric - he can't feel anything, not right away, and he doesn't want to give himself the chance to inspect if it's a bad hit or not. As her lunge follows through he jerks his elbow up at her shoulder. He could very easily miss and hit her in the face or not at all but she's in between him and the rest of his blade now - he'll either have to get her back into his range or just deal with her here.]

deadalready: (transfer my tragedy)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-02-13 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[When he feels it connect - shaking through his arm like he'd hit solid rock, he just keeps going. Separates from her, curves his wrist to adjust for the momentum so he doesn't break his arm under the weight of the sword and swings it around to clash against whatever knife she has out - except she doesn't. She's thrown her weapon at the ground and Cato stumbles - stops himself and stares at her as he pants.]

Come on! [He yells and doesn't do anything. He looks positively furious but the red in his face isn't from as much anger as he'd like it to be. He just wants to keep doing this until they fall down. Maybe he wants her to finish him. Maybe he wants to finish her.

He knows for sure that he wants to want that. Very badly. But he can't bring himself to actually crave hurting her.

Nevertheless, if she's unarmed - he won't attack.]


deadalready: (when you return go to the sea)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-02-14 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Cato growls out of frustration, bears his teeth with it, heedless of the fact that he is shaking. All he can think about is that this could have been them in the Games. It could have come down to just them and there was so much that could have happened - but didn't.

And the sooner he accepts that the better.]


Fuck it. [He hisses and stabs his sword into the ground with a clang, the sound reverberating through the room - and it's like he suddenly remembers that this is a room. Not real.

As he releases his sword and looks down, he sees the ground glitching at the direct interference - and the broken pieces of the tip of his sword. It's not horribly damaged - salvageable, even. But the tip is now jagged and a good four inches off the top lies in sharp pieces on the ground.

Cato stares....clenches his fists and jaw so tight his teeth might start to crack before he lets out a wild, strangled cry and lunges at Clove. He bends at his waist, aiming to take her at her middle with his shoulder and to wrap his arms around her small frame.

Landing on top of her would only crush her and he doesn't want that - not with how she died, he thinks to himself. So he tucks his shoulder and rolls to his back with her on top of him.

He sure as shit isn't letting her go easily though.]
deadalready: (come away little lamb)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-02-14 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He makes a noise like he's been gut-punched; a low, curt groan that accompanies a fists in the cloth he finds on her back. Fuck that hurts. The knife is really fucking cold, is what he registers first. And then he realizes he got a knife stuck in his gut.

He's just laying there under a very vicious girl who looks terrifying and determined, and he thinks for the moment she pauses in that she will do it. She could too. She could do it easily and be rid of him for at least a week. But then she stops, shaky breaths punctuating the silence and he's staring up at her with a look more befitting a surprised child than a Career.

Being stabbed didn't surprise him as much as he thought it would. It's just that she was really beautiful just then. And maybe that's shock talking but Cato really thinks so as he releases his grip in her shirt quickly, propping himself up when she doesn't prepare make that final stab down to get a look at his stomach.

The wounds aren't terribly bad. They look pretty small in the grand scheme of things and if they're bleeding already then they must not have gotten very deep. But. You never know with abdominal wounds - that's what their teacher always said.]


Ow.

[His shoulders start to shake. It's very slight at first, the motion so negligible that it could just be tremors...but after a second his mouth splits into a wobbly grin and he's laughing. Actually laughing. It's a weak, wet sound. Quiet compared to how loud he can roar with glee but it's ... not dying and he likes that too much to not laugh.]

Ow.
deadalready: (run run run away)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-02-14 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[He's trying to stifle himself because Clove is freaking out and it's painfully obvious he should shut the fuck up and tell her he's fine. He tries to do it quickly but faint, rapid-fire shudders ripple through him as he bites his mouth shut.

Talk you idiot.]


Clove. [Now another word.] Clove. It's fine. Seriously, it's fine.

[He ignores how much it fucking hurts to bend forward but he hides it well, smiling still but leaning forward - trying to look her in the eye.]

Clove, I'm fine.

[He never thought that focusing on another person would be more... cathartic than focusing on himself.]
deadalready: (come away to the water)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-02-14 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Her movements are quick and jerky to him and it pulls him into her further - he doesn't want her to break like this but he's put starkly in the reality they occupy now by the throbbing in his abdomen. It keeps him grounded. Grounded enough to very easily see the tears falling from her eyes; completely unwanted.

He flinches only slightly at the pressure on his wounds, thoughts occupied by what he sees instead of what he feels.

It shouldn't make him happy to see them. But he is. Relieved, more like it. He thought she hated him. He doesn't try to dry her eyes or pull her into a hug, instead he places his hand over hers where it presses the jacket into his sticky shirt. In a way it's much more intimate than an embrace.]


Clove. Look at me?
deadalready: (we could jet in a stolen car)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-02-14 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
[That wrenches at something inside Cato's chest, a physical tug and pull of something that makes him lose his breath for the briefest of moments. He has to make this right. Has to.

He doesn't know if this is going to trigger her into even more freaking out but he just...has to hold her right now. Cato scoots closer, cups the back of her head in his hand like it's something he does every day (he tries to) and mumbles as she cries.]


I'm not leaving. I won't, okay? I won't leave. Ever.

[It's fierce but quiet. It's meant for her ears only.]
deadalready: (tall trees that bend their leaves)

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[personal profile] deadalready 2013-02-14 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
It's fine.

[Does he wish things could have been different? Of course; he'd have to be foolish not to. But he'd much rather be here and alive than dead. It isn't anyone's fault but his that they didn't win. They had a plan, a strategy and it all went to shit because he wasn't ready for Thresh or the mutts. He was (still is) an arrogant little shit and then he went crazy.

Happy Hunger Games.]


We wouldn't have made it. [They would have ripped one another apart and he's sure of it. Even if they had won the Games, they would have been taken from one another. Both of them would have been forced into things they didn't want. They would have wished for death every time they closed their eyes.

So what, he wondered, was better? Dying and saving yourself the pain of living? Or surviving and having a life?]






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