Clove (
shenevermisses) wrote2014-01-24 11:58 am
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22nd Throw - [ voice ]
There are some things you just can't teach. Not after a certain point.
[She doesn't sound frustrated or upset. Just... interested, in a way.]
It's weird, in a way. Trying to teach someone to be like me and finding out that's not possible. I mean, we're doing good. Great student.
[For Rue's sake more than anything, she's not going to name her over the journals, not going to divulge what they're doing.]
But there's just something different. How we were brought up. You can't teach that.
Which I guess is why they start us young. Start training us when we're five, where I'm from. Parents who think their kids have potential agree to send them off to the Academy, where they'll only see them maybe every weekend.
Usually less than that.
From there, they weed out the undesirable. The weak, the emotional, the nervous. Every year, there are fewer students your age. By the time we're sixteen or seventeen, there's only the best left.
At that point, only the girls who are stupid enough to get pregnant get sent away.
I guess I never really thought about it, but trying to teach someone else what I grew up with? You realize that some things just can't be taught. Not after a certain point.
[She doesn't sound frustrated or upset. Just... interested, in a way.]
It's weird, in a way. Trying to teach someone to be like me and finding out that's not possible. I mean, we're doing good. Great student.
[For Rue's sake more than anything, she's not going to name her over the journals, not going to divulge what they're doing.]
But there's just something different. How we were brought up. You can't teach that.
Which I guess is why they start us young. Start training us when we're five, where I'm from. Parents who think their kids have potential agree to send them off to the Academy, where they'll only see them maybe every weekend.
Usually less than that.
From there, they weed out the undesirable. The weak, the emotional, the nervous. Every year, there are fewer students your age. By the time we're sixteen or seventeen, there's only the best left.
At that point, only the girls who are stupid enough to get pregnant get sent away.
I guess I never really thought about it, but trying to teach someone else what I grew up with? You realize that some things just can't be taught. Not after a certain point.
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Why were you trained to fight at five?
[A subject change, but she's curious regardless.]
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What are the Hunger Games?
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Two from each district, a boy and a girl, both between twelve and eighteen. Twenty-four go in, one comes out.
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...I'm sorry.
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I know what that's like. To be raised that way.
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...That's over seventeen hundred children.
[Suddenly her own murder count doesn't seem quite so terrible somehow...]
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[1725, by the time the last cannons sounded during the 74th Games. Then one more round... and it was over, according to everyone else.]
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[Either of those anomalies might be questioned, or neither.]
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[Laura says this mostly to herself, after a quiet moment.]
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It's hard to imagine a society that would allow something like the Hunger Games to exist.
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...But it changed, after you left?
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Does it change what you thought of things? Knowing that things could have changed?
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