Clove (
shenevermisses) wrote2012-12-29 09:31 am
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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.]
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.]
action:
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.]
action:
[It bothers her. More so because... she isn't sure if they're better off not. In the world where Twelve and Lover Boy won? There are no more Hunger Games. Kids don't have to worry about that anymore.
But she won't get married in that world. She won't have a little girl to protect from the horrors of the Arena.]
We were so close.
[Clove buries her head in the crook of his neck, not daring to release the pressure of the cloth against his stomach.]
'm sorry. We were so close.
action:
[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?]
action:
They can't -- not for a moment -- prefer to think of you separately over apart. The words of Ariadne, whispered before the "surprise" proposal during the Victor interview. If you are ever anything less than their Golden Pair, you'll both wish you were dead.
Here... There are only shifts and drafts. Temporary disturbances to their mental states. But they don't have to watch every gesture and every word. But it could be over in a second. Cato could be gone, like Katniss's Lover Boy. Only he wouldn't be going back to the Games or back to Panem. He'd just be gone.
Clove shudders in his arms and presses further against him, forcing herself to hold the cloth steady.]
I... I'm scared. [She hates saying it. But it has to be said, doesn't it?] I'm always so scared here, Cato.
action:
He rubs her hair down and is silent for a while before he shamefully admits:]
Me too.
[It's possibly the most quiet he's ever been before. It scares him to say it out loud. Like it's the ultimate crime, and he doesn't want to be caught.]
action:
a sob.
Clove buries her head further into his neck and wraps her arms around him, forgetting for a moment about the compress to his stomach. She holds onto his shoulder and behind his head, trembling twice as much as a fresh wave of tears fall against the skin just above his collar.
She has to cry. Because it's a relief, and she hates that it's a relief. He shouldn't be frightened, but if he is... If he is, then he can't hate her for it. He can't be too disappointed in her, think she's gotten too weak. Wonder if she's always been too weak.
If he's scared... maybe that's okay. Maybe she really is allowed to be, too.]
action:
With his admission, Cato remains silent. Lets her hear his heartbeat if she can and just...holds her.
He wishes this could happen more often. Minus the bleeding. And the crying.]
action:
She has to fight not to start crying again.]
I stopped.
[It's almost surprise, the way she says it. Because she is surprised. Somehow, she's learned to temper herself. Even just a little bit. But it's better than last time she had someone down. Last time she had a knife in her hand against a fellow tribute.
A shudder passes through her as she tries not to question what she'd have done if she hadn't stopped. She did. So it doesn't matter what she might have done. She didn't do it.]
action:
They both stopped and that lifts something in him. He doesn't want to analyze it for fear it'll go away but he feels better. His palm cupping her whole head and he hums, quietly.]
You did good.
[He's happy she's stopped crying too.]
action:
Did I?
[Is this good? Or is this becoming weak?
If she cares too much about him, it could get her killed. They always look out for themselves first. They're Careers. What happens if that goes away?
What is she then?]