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shenevermisses) wrote2012-05-08 02:00 pm
shenevermisses) wrote2012-05-08 02:00 pm
1st Throw - [ video/written/action ]
[Her approach today: simple, caution edged with sweetness.
Clove has set her Journal on a table in her apartment for the perfect upper body shot.
The key to her appearance is the word "simple." Her long hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. She has enough make-up on to color her features, but it is light enough that it's only just noticable. Her shirt is pale grey, fitted and sleeveless with a high neck but made of light material.
She gives herself a few seconds before she speaks.]
Hello, everyone. My name is Clove. I've only just arrived, and I'm still getting my bearings.
[Remember to smile. She obeys the advice from her absent mentor.]
I've been sort of a recluse these last few days, and I'm really sorry if you've seen me around the village and I ignored you. This is just a lot to take in all at once.
[This isn't the Games, and there are no sponsors... but in a new, strange place like this, a little good PR can't hurt.]
I look forward to getting to know everyone.
[Off goes the feed.]
[A few minutes later, she writes a short note.]
If you're somehow reading this, Cato: come find me. Tonight at sundown.
[Come sundown, Clove is sitting at her makeshift camp by the western lake.
She's sure Cato isn't here. She'd have heard from him long before now if he was. Still, her message was for him to find her at sundown, so she waits.
Her location has been carved into various trees throughout the forest and village using a signal taught in the Academy to make pack activity easier. If he looks for her, he'll find it.
Of course, anyone out that way will see her waiting for someone who won't come.]
Clove has set her Journal on a table in her apartment for the perfect upper body shot.
The key to her appearance is the word "simple." Her long hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. She has enough make-up on to color her features, but it is light enough that it's only just noticable. Her shirt is pale grey, fitted and sleeveless with a high neck but made of light material.
She gives herself a few seconds before she speaks.]
Hello, everyone. My name is Clove. I've only just arrived, and I'm still getting my bearings.
[Remember to smile. She obeys the advice from her absent mentor.]
I've been sort of a recluse these last few days, and I'm really sorry if you've seen me around the village and I ignored you. This is just a lot to take in all at once.
[This isn't the Games, and there are no sponsors... but in a new, strange place like this, a little good PR can't hurt.]
I look forward to getting to know everyone.
[Off goes the feed.]
[A few minutes later, she writes a short note.]
If you're somehow reading this, Cato: come find me. Tonight at sundown.
[Come sundown, Clove is sitting at her makeshift camp by the western lake.
She's sure Cato isn't here. She'd have heard from him long before now if he was. Still, her message was for him to find her at sundown, so she waits.
Her location has been carved into various trees throughout the forest and village using a signal taught in the Academy to make pack activity easier. If he looks for her, he'll find it.
Of course, anyone out that way will see her waiting for someone who won't come.]
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And he wouldn't have let me win.
But we knew that going in.
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But-- fine. I'll play along.
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Cato ever shows up here and she goes after him? Then I'll find you and try skinning you alive.
Sounds about even that way.
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Cato's not even here.
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It's also not likely she'll attack me, so I don't think we'll have a problem.
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I thought you'd see the course of action more to your benefit.
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Maybe I'll care more about revenge in a week or a month. But right now? I don't care. Not about you, not about the tree kid, not about District Twelve, not about anyone in this town.
All I care about is staying alive. Don't try and mess that up? You won't have to deal with me.
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[And she'll remember everything she managed to learn in the Arena about you, Peeta. Not everything, not by a long shot. But enough, perhaps, to give her the edge she'd need.]
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