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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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.

We're taught that we should want nothing more than to represent our district in the Games. Almost every year, students who weren't chosen by the random selection of the Reaping can challenge the student of their gender for their place as tribute.

[ children fighting children. it was bad enough that the drummer boys were so damnably young. and how often had he downed french cavalry only to be alarmed by the dead, youthful face that stared back up at him?

and how many boys had been sold to recruiting officers straight out of the orphanage in which he'd been raised? ]

Bloodthirsty work.

[ all he wrote. ]

[From him, that means something different than the people who've called it barbaric. She doesn't know what it means, to her, but it's different, somehow.]

That's why we start young. So they can teach us. Make sure we can do it.

[ for him, at least, it meant he still considered it work. bloodthirsty? aye. but not unnatural. only a few extreme examples of violence were unnatural to him and nearly all of them had been seen in the dank, blood-spattered basements of partisan strongholds. what the spanish peasants had done to the french. what the french had done, in turn, to them.

and their babies. ]

We do the same, I suppose. Or near enough. But for wars. [ wars no one wanted to see. ]

Panem doesn't have wars. That's why we have the Hunger Games every year, to prevent war.

I am not convinced they are all that different.

[ his wars and her games. ]

How many people die every year in your wars?

[It's half challenge... and half honest question.]

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