Katniss Everdeen (
stillplaying) wrote2012-03-22 06:33 pm
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2nd Game [action + voice]
[The rain has finally stopped. It comes as such a relief to Katniss, that she slips out of the treehouse village with her bow and arrows and hunting bag so very early in the morning - earlier than she's been awake in days.
It's been a whole day of exploring the woods. Gathering edible plants and resetting snares that were damaged by the storm. And just wandering. Wandering amongst the trees, sometimes climbing up one to get a better look of the area. Here, by the edge of the lake, she feels far enough from the town that she might actually be safe.
Safer, at least, than in those past few days. Maybe she spent too much time in the treehouse after that gathering. Too much time alone with memories and thoughts that made her heartsick. Nightmares that here, something will happen to Rue, something she won't be able to stop - just like she couldn't stop that District 1 boy from spearing her in arena. Lost days that she tried to hide so she wouldn't worry Rue.
But today? Today she almost feels like herself. Especially after a whole morning's and afternoon's worth of hunting and gathering. If you've been in the forest near the western lake today, there's a chance you might have run into her.
Maybe she hasn't been as successful as she's been in the past, but her bag still speaks of some results. A wild turkey she shot early afternoon, herbs and roots gathered not too far from the lake, and a couple of small squirrels from her snares. They weigh her down and she considers returning to the treehouses, but she doesn't want to leave the sanctuary of the forest. Not yet.
A flash of yellow catches her eye and she turns, arrow notched in it's string. And then it meows, indignant, and her arrow flies to land in the dirt right next to the beast.
She stares. And scowls.
A while later, she's back in her treehouse room and glaring at the stupid creature that followed her home. Of everyone to find here from District 12, of course it has to be Buttercup.
She reaches for the journal to ask a question.]
Has anyone else here found a pet from home?
It's been a whole day of exploring the woods. Gathering edible plants and resetting snares that were damaged by the storm. And just wandering. Wandering amongst the trees, sometimes climbing up one to get a better look of the area. Here, by the edge of the lake, she feels far enough from the town that she might actually be safe.
Safer, at least, than in those past few days. Maybe she spent too much time in the treehouse after that gathering. Too much time alone with memories and thoughts that made her heartsick. Nightmares that here, something will happen to Rue, something she won't be able to stop - just like she couldn't stop that District 1 boy from spearing her in arena. Lost days that she tried to hide so she wouldn't worry Rue.
But today? Today she almost feels like herself. Especially after a whole morning's and afternoon's worth of hunting and gathering. If you've been in the forest near the western lake today, there's a chance you might have run into her.
Maybe she hasn't been as successful as she's been in the past, but her bag still speaks of some results. A wild turkey she shot early afternoon, herbs and roots gathered not too far from the lake, and a couple of small squirrels from her snares. They weigh her down and she considers returning to the treehouses, but she doesn't want to leave the sanctuary of the forest. Not yet.
A flash of yellow catches her eye and she turns, arrow notched in it's string. And then it meows, indignant, and her arrow flies to land in the dirt right next to the beast.
She stares. And scowls.
A while later, she's back in her treehouse room and glaring at the stupid creature that followed her home. Of everyone to find here from District 12, of course it has to be Buttercup.
She reaches for the journal to ask a question.]
Has anyone else here found a pet from home?
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It's okay - I'm not going to hurt you. Are you a new feather?
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She gives a small nod.] I am.
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[He doesn't ask for her name - she can give that to him if she wants to.]
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[It's okay to give out a name. There's no harm in that, she's noticed. She's not in Panem and people here don't know her. Know of her. It makes it easier.]
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I know. But I like to hunt.
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The meat's better fresh.
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[Still, to each their own.] Well - it's there if you want it! If you do go, I really like the chocolate chip cookies.
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Chocolate chip cookies is, in all, a much better topic. A topic that Rue might like to know more about.]
Do they have other flavors?
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Uh huh - there's all kinds! There's also brownies and slices and regular cake and fruit danishes and... [Link forces himself to stop there, smiling sheepishly.] We didn't have much like that where I'm from, so it's nice to have it here.
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And Rue... she doubts Rue ever could.]
I'll remember that. [A pause.] Thanks.
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Yeah. I'm not ready to go back yet.
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I grew up near one.
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[She recognizes a lot of them, but there are still ones that she's never seen before. And it'd help to know. To recognize as many berries as she can.]
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[That's trust, sharing the location of his secret berry stash!]
I've seen others I don't recognise, but I've never tried them.
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She digs into her bag and pulls out a handful of berries. And then she points to each one as she gives a name. Quick and brief. But she doesn't want to owe anyone here.]
We call these blueberries. And these are huckleberries. Mulberries. Goosberries. Dewberries.
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Now you know what to look for.
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