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shenevermisses) wrote2012-12-29 09:31 am
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.]
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:
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?]