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shenevermisses) wrote2012-12-29 09:31 am
shenevermisses) wrote2012-12-29 09:31 am
13th Throw - [ action / written ]
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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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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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He's in similar shape to her. Bags under his eyes stand out a lot more and it's not that he won't eat, it's that he can't. Because meat - so far - keeps coming back up and he refuses to go all green and leafy just because he has a stomach virus or something stupid.
It's not a stomach virus but denial is a river he swims in apparently.
He writes - starts to write:]
I'm sorry
come back
I'm an asshole
come back
Clove
I miss you
[He starts about five or six different sentences before deleting them in progress. They never reach her and with good reason. Cato isn't going to apologize for shit, because writing makes him think about it and the whole four days leading up to their fight.
He is not going to apologize after that. Fuck apologizing.
He grabs his sword, close to fuming the whole way to the Battle Dome but not quite managing it.]
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[It'd be cliched to say his breath caught in his throat when he saw her standing outside one of the Battle Dome rooms decked out in her knives and looking just as sharp as they did but -- fuck -- if that wasn't what happened. His steps don't stutter though, when he comes to a definitive stop, a good two rooms down. He isn't shy or contrite and makes eye-contact like they're back at the Academy training. No venom, no heat. Nothing. He's being incredibly careful and perhaps that is the last thing he should be doing but Clove is...
Clove is...
She means something to him. All he knows is that they've been through enough to not handle each other like glass, to just let the other break if the needed to and leave it at that. To be quiet when the other cried or shook in their sleep. They had a system and it worked and those four days fucked it up.
He doesn't know if he loves her. Or if he did. But he's here now because he was sort of inadvertently stalking her and wow that's kind of pathetic isn't it?]
You don't have to.
[He offers lamely. Because he's here to fight her but if she didn't want to, if she doesn't want him she can just say it now and he'll leave and take it out on some fucking stupid trees and animals and maybe their camp because he's petty like that.]
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Hey, you look sleepy!
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If you're going to train, I would recommend a snack and some water first.
[It's insulting to fuss over a fighter overmuch, but Clove doesn't look well. At all.]
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