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stillplaying) wrote2013-05-05 07:23 pm
stillplaying) wrote2013-05-05 07:23 pm
13th Game [video]
[There's a bashful look on her face when she opens the journal. It's been a whole day now, a whole day since she returned from her kidnapping. Since she had discovered Prim had arrived in her absence, since she had gotten to once again spend the whole day and night in the company of her sister. It had been amazing. A dream that she had never thought possible. Prim was dead and yet... yet, for whatever reason, she had been brought here.
Perhaps she should have alerted those outside of her household that she had returned. But all she had wanted for that one day was to spend it alongside Prim. To tell her everything that had happened in the months - year - following her death. To tell her about Commander Paylor and the new government of Panem. To tell her of all those she had met here, of Peeta and Richard, Teddy and Sokka and Zevran and Rapunzel. It had been the wee hours of the night by the time she had gone to bed.
But sometime in the mid-morning, she remembers promises she had made. To the man who had helped her in learning how to get her voice back. To the boy who was now suffering from a death penalty of his own. She had promised them both a song. And it seems now like such a small price to pay to gaining not one, but two, important parts of her life back.
She ducks her head for a second, fingers playing with the buttons and beads on the handmade necklace Sokka made her. And then she clears her throat and begins to sing with a voice that, as Peeta once claimed, would silence the birds:]
As I look at the valleys down below
They are green just as far as I can see
As my memories return, oh how my heart did yearn
For you and the days that used to be
High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
Well, I wonder if you ever think of me
Or has time erased your memory
As I listen to the breeze whisper gently through the trees
I wonder if you ever think of me
High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on a mountain top
Thinking about the days that used to be
And I wonder if you ever think of me
[When she's done singing, she smiles sheepishly and shrugs.] I promised a song to a few people. I hope you enjoyed it.
[She opens her mouth a second later to say something more. And then she pauses and, for once, actually takes the time to construct a filter. To make certain that Prim cannot see what follows. Because even though Katniss' own birthday is only a few days away, she's not thinking of that day very much. It pales in comparison to a much more important day approaching at the end of the month.]
Does anyone have much experience throwing birthday parties? My sister - Prim - she's here now. And her birthday's in a few weeks. We could never afford a proper celebration growing up. I'd like to give her that. Give her everything that she couldn't have back home. [She frowns for a moment, brow wrinkling in thought.] I also need to build an addition to my house. Where'd I go about getting the material for that?
[ooc: for those interested in what the song might sound like. though this isn't exactly how i picture katniss' voice. nor does she have musical accompaniment in this post.]
Perhaps she should have alerted those outside of her household that she had returned. But all she had wanted for that one day was to spend it alongside Prim. To tell her everything that had happened in the months - year - following her death. To tell her about Commander Paylor and the new government of Panem. To tell her of all those she had met here, of Peeta and Richard, Teddy and Sokka and Zevran and Rapunzel. It had been the wee hours of the night by the time she had gone to bed.
But sometime in the mid-morning, she remembers promises she had made. To the man who had helped her in learning how to get her voice back. To the boy who was now suffering from a death penalty of his own. She had promised them both a song. And it seems now like such a small price to pay to gaining not one, but two, important parts of her life back.
She ducks her head for a second, fingers playing with the buttons and beads on the handmade necklace Sokka made her. And then she clears her throat and begins to sing with a voice that, as Peeta once claimed, would silence the birds:]
As I look at the valleys down below
They are green just as far as I can see
As my memories return, oh how my heart did yearn
For you and the days that used to be
High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
Well, I wonder if you ever think of me
Or has time erased your memory
As I listen to the breeze whisper gently through the trees
I wonder if you ever think of me
High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on a mountain top, standing all alone
Wondering where the years of my life have flown
High on a mountaintop, wind blowing free
Thinking about the days that used to be
High on a mountain top
Thinking about the days that used to be
And I wonder if you ever think of me
[When she's done singing, she smiles sheepishly and shrugs.] I promised a song to a few people. I hope you enjoyed it.
[She opens her mouth a second later to say something more. And then she pauses and, for once, actually takes the time to construct a filter. To make certain that Prim cannot see what follows. Because even though Katniss' own birthday is only a few days away, she's not thinking of that day very much. It pales in comparison to a much more important day approaching at the end of the month.]
Does anyone have much experience throwing birthday parties? My sister - Prim - she's here now. And her birthday's in a few weeks. We could never afford a proper celebration growing up. I'd like to give her that. Give her everything that she couldn't have back home. [She frowns for a moment, brow wrinkling in thought.] I also need to build an addition to my house. Where'd I go about getting the material for that?
[ooc: for those interested in what the song might sound like. though this isn't exactly how i picture katniss' voice. nor does she have musical accompaniment in this post.]
[Video]
Your sister...did she just arrive here? Have you been here for a while?
[Video]
But at the same time, it's not perfect. It's a game. Luceti's a game with the Malnosso as their Gamemakers. There are shifts - hijacks - and drafts. Drafts where children can die. Where, potentially, her sister can die all over again.]
She arrived while I was gone. [Because that much is evident from the journals. All this girl has to do is look up Prim's entry.] And I've been here for a year.
[Video]
[Well, Karla would likely not know who the sister was, even if she had seen the entry.]
Really? I've just arrived here myself. I was hoping to find my brother, but I haven't had any luck yet.
[Video]
But it had taken over a year for Prim to arrive. To hear that this girl couldn't yet find her brother didn't surprise her.]
People don't always arrive together.
[Video]
[But she's not giving up.]
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Possibly. Probably. Katniss didn't exactly put it past herself. A year in Luceti hadn't been the nicest to her. If Prim hadn't arrived, would she even feel this content now?]
The journal's the best way to look.
[Video]
[But the journals could come in handy in looking for strong opponents as well, so maybe Karel would use the journals for that purpose?]
[Video]
It's still the best way.
[Video]
[It would be easier than wandering around everywhere, smacking down foes in the arenas. But she'd gotten used to it by now.]
[What now? Should she go for introductions? While Karla's no better with small talk, at least she's able to adapt. And if she's going to be stuck here, she might as well try.]
...I'm Karla.
[Video]
[Maybe she should provide more. Should give a surname to go with her first. Should say where she's from or ask the girl similar. But she was so terrible at this. Even on a good day, when her mood was uncharacteristically jovial.]
[Video]
Katniss...? That's an interesting name...
So...what do you do?
[...For a living? Around here? In general?]
[Video]
It was the awkward small talk more than anything that left her frustrated.] I hunt.
[Video]
[She can certainly appreciate when women do things that are typically expected of men, or better yet, things that people think that women can't do.]
...Is that all? I don't do much either, so don't worry...
[Video]
For a moment, she had to wonder what sort of place this girl was from where a woman who hunted was considered very interesting.]
There's not a lot to do around here.
[Video]
...Truly? Then how do people normally pass the time?
[Video]
I don't know.
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[And she's run out of questions. Now she feels somewhat ashamed. Was she being a bother with all these questions?]
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