shenevermisses | 16th Throw - [ written / action ]

[Written:]

I want to work for the Malnosso. [It's written because she wants to say it, but she doesn't trust her voice.]

I want to be out of this enclosure, working for them. Especially on the battlefield. If they'd just let me, my knives are theirs.

I hate this waiting. Hate it. Sure, time to heal after the fight. Time to rest. But I know how this goes. How long it'll be before I have a knife in my hand for anything other than hunting. Before I get to really fight again.

I hate it.

Why can we just sign up? Go into battle and let that be that. Leave us there, provide supplies, die and come back again and again. I'm useful in a fight. Sitting around here? It's pointless.

[Action:

Clove hasn't spent much time at the apartment. She's been holed up at the camp she established when she first came.

Tonight, for the first time since she got back, there's a fire. Plenty of kindling and proper logs, but also... ball and oval-like bits of wood being thrown in.

All the carving she'd done when Cato had been worrying about her? It's all going into the fire now. Burning.

It was stupid to do it. To pretend she could have something other than battle. She knows now, better than she did before maybe-- that's all she's good for.]

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Because I went to the Academy, where District Two trains its competitors for the Hunger Games.

[He'll call it barbaric. After he asks what that is. Once she tells him, he'll go on a moralistic tirade. He's the type. Just like the others who've been shocked and appalled. Who can't believe it happened in her world.

She hates all of them, especially right now, and this one... He's going to be one more like them. She knows it.]

The...Hunger Games?

Errrr, mind if I ask what that even is?

[Was it some kind of competition to see who could go the longest without eating? Then again, why would she need to learn how to fight and kill for it?]

Twenty-four tributes -- one from each district, a boy and a girl ranging from twelve to eighteen -- go into an Arena. One comes out alive as Victor.

[Simple, straight-forward. It's her life. What she knows.]

[oh....oh wow that's not even-how does even say-WHAT does he even say to that?]

You go in their willingly and do it?

[He might've assumed that maybe she did just that, but who knows.]

We're chosen or we can volunteer. It's an honor to represent your district in the Hunger Games.

[It's simple to her. Or... at least, it's simple as she'll explain it. None of the uncertainty or terror. To him, she will be a proper tribute.]

Doesn't sound like much of an honor to me. But...yeah...that's me.

It's an honor for us.

You say it's an honor, but, what about the other guys? Pretty sure not everyone likes the idea of getting a knife thrown at them or fighting to the death.