shenevermisses | 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.]

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Following them is what keeps you safe. Secure. The thing about rules is you need to be careful when you break them. Know when it's worth it.

There were a couple I broke.

[A pause, and then she writes again.]

I think it was worth it.

...Which ones?

[ he'd ask more kindly but -- alas -- the dreaded fact of writing slows him down enough. ]

We're not supposed to date. Girls aren't, especially.

No fraternization. [ he laughed, for all the good it did him. ]

A bloke stepped into your sights, did he?

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[She can't help but smile herself, even if he can't see it.]

Yeah. Only guy I've ever liked, so we took the chance. Didn't get caught, at least. I would've been expelled if we had been.

Such things are always worth the chance. Is he a good lad, your sweetheart?

[Sweetheart. It's such a strange word for their relationship. Especially right now. And so is "good." But.]

Yeah. He's strong enough to protect me. Smart enough to know when I don't need him to. Knows when to listen to me.

Good on him. A decent woman once told me a good man has two ears but only one mouth, so he might listen twice as much as he shouts. If you've found one who already knows about the listening part? Good on you, too.

She sounds pretty smart. Me and Cato work well together. We get each other, you know?

...Yes. I recognize the feeling.

[It's prying. She knows it's prying. But.]

You have one? A sweetheart, as you put it.

[ what a minefield of a question.

sharpe opts not to answer it as seriously as he could: ] I've had more than I can count, lass. More's the pity.

[Clove smiles, even if he can't see her.]

Sounds exciting.

Hazardous to a man's health, more like.

[ he hopes his humour bleeds through the page. ]

Part of what makes it exciting.

You're right. But I'm afraid that excitement is for the young folk.

[ at some point it simply becomes sad and bitter and desperate. ]

You're not that old. [She's trying to be nice, at least?]

You don't know how old I am, Miss Clove. [ ... ] Christ, I don't know how old I am.

[ not exactly. ]

People who get too old don't take the time to teach someone young something new. None of our instructors are ever too old at the Academy I went to.

How long did you spend at this Academy?

Eleven years. We start our education at five and leave either for the Games or the end of the term after we turn nineteen.

That is longer than most. Who pays for it?

Our parents. It's fairly expensive, but it's an honor to send your kid there, to have them trained for the Games, even if they might not ever go.

[ huh. it is strange to suddenly understand that this girl is of a priveleged family, should they have the money to send a daughter to this academy. nothing else about clove's situation had struck him as particularly advantaged.

the games, after all, sounded like a pauper's option. but he knew men who'd volunteer for a forlorn hope at the mere whisper of glory and advancement.

often times, he was one of them. ]

An odd way to define honour. I'm afraid I would not send my daughter to a place like that.

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