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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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[What? Just being helpful.]
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This just gets better and better.
But... Didn't that Guide say other people might see this?
Besides, she doesn't trust that this isn't some sort of Arena or Capitol or something. So. She'll play nice right now.]
Didn't figure he'd be here.
But thanks.
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I thought you were dead.
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Head bashed in.
[No reason to hide it. She died doing what she was trained to do. There's no shame in that.
...In her last moments, yes. But they're not talking about that.]
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[So casual, Peeta.]
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Thresh did that, and it's part of the Games anyway, isn't it?
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[Being mad would mean he felt some kind of betrayal over it, and that would mean he trusted her.]
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Death isn't permanent here.
[A pause. It can't hurt. Worst he can do is laugh, and she doesn't care what he thinks.]
Tell you what, Lover Boy.
You and District Twelve don't attack me, I won't attack you or yours.
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So, you don't want them hurt, make sure they're not going to come after me.
[But, well, District Twelve let her go. When she had her helpless. Clove... doesn't think she's a threat. Not right now. Not unless she provokes District Twelve.
And she's not keen on doing that. Not right now.]
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[He doesn't think Katniss or Rue will bother Clove. He's just not sure when this place will become too much like an arena to the point where a Career chooses to make no distinction.]
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If you want to hurt her, you'd do better to hurt me. Works better.
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[Can you feel the sarcasm in the writing? She hopes you can.]
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Funny how you and Cato didn't go for that angle.
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...She's proud of you, Lover Boy!]
Don't think we could have pulled it off.
Not nearly as good at "hopeless romantic" as you.
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[The microphone catches a brief laugh. Not intended to be heard, but it comes all the same.
Back to writing.]
Wouldn't that have been a show?
Two couples, banded together against each other.
[Because that's what matters to a Career, of course. What they can sell the show as.
That's what she'll claim.]
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Yes.
As much as we could be, at least. We understood what going to the Games together meant, that one of us would die. Possibly by the other.
But yeah. I think we were friends.
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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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