Clove (
shenevermisses) wrote2013-04-22 06:34 pm
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17th Throw - [ video ]
Hello everyone.
[The Journal camera is on, and Clove is smiling. She's dressed nicely but casually. She nervously tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear as she takes a few seconds to get out the next part of what she has to say. She glances away, unsure, then looks back at the camera.]
I want to apologize.
I've... made a pretty bad impression. I don't expect to undo the harm I've done, but I'm still sorry.
I wanto explain, just a little. I've been doing research lately, and I read about men called gladiators, who fought to the death for sport. I... I guess you could say I was raised to be a gladiator.
It's hard, not thinking like that. If I've... acted cold or ruthless, it's because I'm having a hard time learning not everyone's out to kill me in the end. I know I've been rude about it, and I'm sorry.
Forthose who've offered me friendship, I would be grateful for another chance at accepting it.
Again: I am so sorry. I hope I can earn what forgiveness there is to be had.
[The feed goes off.
And the act ends.
Clove glares at the Journal, a sour taste in her mouth. Three people in Luceti will recognize the girl they just saw. Cato, Twelve, and Twelve's representative will see the young woman from District Two sitting with Caesar Flickerman, her smile meant to endear her to all of Panem. Not the sexual create One presented, but something sweet. With just a little bit of a competitive edge.
Everyone else... Well. They can see what they'd like. Knowing most of them and their overbearing sense of morality? They'll think she's come around, they'll want to laud their superiority in having known all along she'd be better off thinking like them and how nice it is she's come around.
Let them think that. When the time comes, she'll still be just as capable. Just as detached from all of them. And they'll be compromised.
She can play that game.]
[The Journal camera is on, and Clove is smiling. She's dressed nicely but casually. She nervously tucks a strand of loose hair behind her ear as she takes a few seconds to get out the next part of what she has to say. She glances away, unsure, then looks back at the camera.]
I want to apologize.
I've... made a pretty bad impression. I don't expect to undo the harm I've done, but I'm still sorry.
I wanto explain, just a little. I've been doing research lately, and I read about men called gladiators, who fought to the death for sport. I... I guess you could say I was raised to be a gladiator.
It's hard, not thinking like that. If I've... acted cold or ruthless, it's because I'm having a hard time learning not everyone's out to kill me in the end. I know I've been rude about it, and I'm sorry.
Forthose who've offered me friendship, I would be grateful for another chance at accepting it.
Again: I am so sorry. I hope I can earn what forgiveness there is to be had.
[The feed goes off.
And the act ends.
Clove glares at the Journal, a sour taste in her mouth. Three people in Luceti will recognize the girl they just saw. Cato, Twelve, and Twelve's representative will see the young woman from District Two sitting with Caesar Flickerman, her smile meant to endear her to all of Panem. Not the sexual create One presented, but something sweet. With just a little bit of a competitive edge.
Everyone else... Well. They can see what they'd like. Knowing most of them and their overbearing sense of morality? They'll think she's come around, they'll want to laud their superiority in having known all along she'd be better off thinking like them and how nice it is she's come around.
Let them think that. When the time comes, she'll still be just as capable. Just as detached from all of them. And they'll be compromised.
She can play that game.]
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[Boy would he have liked to get a piece of that action.]
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I mean, sex isn't bad. Can even be fun. But I'm not really too big on it personally.
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I think Cato would kill or maim anyone else if I had sex with them.
[And from the sound of her voice? She'd probably enjoy watching said killing or maiming.]
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[She grins.] Can't blame her there. Whole mess of complicated stuff usually.
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[Funny how talking to someone like this is letting Sokka expose just how depraved he's become. It's liberating.]
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She wants to tell someone who'll get it.]
Where I'm from -- just before I came here? I died. Because Cato said he'd have my back in a fight, and he wasn't there. Got my skull beaten in for it.
[But she doesn't sound upset. Because, as far as she's concerned, she's not.]
That's how we work. He helps me out when it's convenient for him, I help him out when it's convenient for me. It's not... really attachment. We just... get each other. So we're together.
I like that a lot better than what people talk about around here, you know?
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But nah.]
Sounds like a fun way to die. So how many times are you up to? I'm up to two. Both times, self-inflicted.
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It could have been a better death. I managed to choke up, didn't really put up a fight before my opponent killed me. It happens again? Here? I'm not going to make it so easy.
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Second time, there was an accident on the space ship I was working on. The airlock was jammed and would only close from one side. So you can guess which idiot stayed behind to close it.
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[And then... because she's curious, and he doesn't seem the type to mind the question.]
Which one hurt more? The electricity or the air lock?
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[It was terrible. Running to that Tyr-Fighter to try and get inside, but watching the hatch open before he was even halfway across the hangar. That feeling of having your entire body pulled forward like he was nothing. The coldness of space. It wasn't even like drowning. There was no water to inhale, just air to be sucked out of his lungs. He's grateful he doesn't dream anymore, because those moments would haunt him.]
Dying is better when it's a surprise.
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[She can't imagine what it's like to die for someone else. To do it accidentally and help someone out? Sure. Her death? Probably gave Katniss time to run from Thresh. But she didn't sacrifice herself.]
What's it like here? To die and come back? Is it just like coming here in the first place? I know you lose something, but other than that.
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The second time, I didn't wake up. I felt my body be torn about and even though it was cold, it was like my brain was on fire. But then it was over. When I woke up, I was in Luceti. I didn't really have time to adjust to what had happened, because those bastards dropped me in the ocean. But it felt like it was only a single moment between dying and suddenly being plunged into the ocean.
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Then I woke up in a field here. Warm day, grass around me.
That was... pretty weird. Seems like the Malnosso like to do that. Something to jar you. Either when they bring you or, apparently, when they bring you back. Because it's them that bring the people back, right? When they die here.
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I think all they do is just drop us back in here, into Luceti. And I guess put some new clothes on us. Which now that I think about it, I guess that means that people come back to life and just end up lying somewhere naked. Creepy.
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[It's such a useless point, but it's an interesting one. One that clicks in her mind for whatever reason.]
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Not like it really matters, I guess.
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