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Katniss Everdeen ([personal profile] stillplaying) wrote2013-03-11 10:14 am

12th Game [voice/action]

[There are some nights where she can't sleep. Can't fall asleep to begin with, can't stay asleep once she's there. The nightmares become too intense. She awakes crying, screaming, gasping for breath. Curled up in a ball, clutching her knees to her chest in as tight a fetal position as she can get. And alone. So very, very alone in the dark, dark room.

Those kinds of nights have grown more and more common since Peeta's departure, since her death. Even Buttercup's plaintive mewling in the night hasn't made it any better. The pain and fear doesn't fade. It lasts long, long into the morning on the nights she's unable to go back to sleep. Turns into another fitful nightmare otherwise.

In one short month, there's been a lot to think about. Too much to think about. She's been stuck here a year now. Seen various shifts and experiments. Fallen in love and then lost that love. Died. In the most recent shift, while she hadn't been forced to fall in love against her will, she had watched it happen, even observed it first hand in once case. All of it, more than anything, had made her think of Peeta.

Think and mourn until she thought that she would burst from all the heartache.

During the early morning, she awoke screaming, thrashing in her bed as her nightmares played Prim's death out for her again. Prim's death followed by that of Rue's. And Peeta's electrocution in the clock arena. How she had screamed and rushed forward, how he would have been dead if not for Finnick's quick thinking.

So, so many deaths. And all because of her.

As she moves about in the bed, screaming and crying, she knocks the journal down on the floor. Buttercup mews and she just screams again, a wordless, animal scream. Whimpering and sobbing, she does eventually come to her senses. Her body remains cocooned in the sheets as she reaches for the journal, face tear-stained and lost.

She misses him. Maybe more than that, she misses having someone to comfort her in the night when the memories get to be too much.]


Gale was right. [The words are whispered, an acknowledgment to words long past that she once overheard. It's never going to be about love for her. It'll only be about who will extend her longevity in the end. Who'll make her life easier to bear. And if Peeta's not here, how could it possibly be him?

She stares at the journal a few minutes more before clearing her voice and finally speaking, wiping away any lingering tears.]


I know that when you die here, they'll take things from you. And they'll change things during the shifts. Hijack you and alter your memories.

Can you get them to do that even outside a shift? How would you contact them? I-- I want them gone. The memories of Peeta being here. I don't want to miss him anymore, miss--

[Being in love. Being loved. But she doesn't know how to say that part aloud. She wishes for a brief moment she had kept some of that candy from the spa. The stuff that made her open up more. It'd make this all the more easier.]

Is there a magic? Please? Something, anything? I don't have much to offer, but I am a good hunter. I'll trade game and pelts. Anything you want.

I want to move on. I want to forget. And I don't know how else to do it. [Richard's advice comes to mind. She's already thrown herself in hunting, thrown herself in anything and everything she can think of to distract her. It hasn't worked. Not at all. So that leaves only the other thing he recommended: moving on.] He might never come back. I might never go back. I-- I don't want to be lonely anymore. I want to move on.


[With that, she closes the journal to go get dressed. Her hair is pulled back in a messy braid before she heads out. Not to hunt. Not today. Instead, she goes to the library. She has research to do.]
greenjacketed: (♖ we who come up from the ranks)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-12 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ not moving, no. just shifting and bumping in the bag itself. sharpe lowers the sack and opens its mouth, revealing a dim interior. but even still, a few crudely formed shapes can be seen.

the bag is filled with animals. wooden animals, clearly carved by himself. they show a progression of skill, as some are better than others. some he's particularly proud of.

sharpe fishes an elephant out of the bag and holds it up to the light. sheepishly, he explains: ]
You live here all alone, lass. I thought you could use a few billetmates.

[ but there are so many here! he must have been working on them for months. and now, in the wake of her outburst over the journal, this is the only gesture he can imagine making. he isn't good with words; he isn't very good with gifts, neither, having only given on his whole life before now. but the little animals lived in a box in his apartment and never ever saw the light -- perhaps they and katniss could use each other. ]
Edited 2013-03-12 11:25 (UTC)
greenjacketed: (♖ a man you knew was falling)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-13 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
...Made the elephant over Christmas, only I -- [ chickened out, really. had felt more awkward giving it to her than not giving it. but he'd kept on whittling because what else did he have to do with his hands when he was no longer slicing open french bellies? ]

Aye. They're for you. To keep you company, I suppose. [ he rubs at the back of his neck. ] When I can't.
greenjacketed: (♖ mullet master)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-13 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I rode one, once. [ he tries to fill the tense silence with somethingi so innocuous.

after all, better to tell about the time he rode one than the time he saw a couple break free of their ordered ranks and crush a good portion of an army to death. nor about the time he wilfully left a man's head under one of their great feet -- hoping the beast would pop hakeswill's head like a grape. ]
greenjacketed: (♖ you're a dead man obidiah)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-13 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ guilt floods him and his mouth -- once almost smiling -- bows into a frowm. ]

Aye. They can be monstrous, so they can. Armies used them in India. In battle, and as beasts of burden. But I didn't mean to upset you with the wee thing, love. That's the last thing I wanted.
greenjacketed: (♖ it's easier -- it's kinder)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-13 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
That's assuming there's a right way to do it all. And I'm not so certain there is.

[ he holds out the rest of the bag. ] But they're all yours.
greenjacketed: (♖ tell me not of heartbreak)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-14 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ he clears his throat and wraps a strong arm 'round her shoulders, surprised yet again by how comforting a firm hug can be. a rough thumb musses at her hair.

and he hazards so gently: ]
You shouldn't be living so lonely-like, love.
greenjacketed: (♖ just rats with wings)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-15 01:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he suspects she's waiting for certain souls to return and populate her empty rooms. sharpe can sympathize, for although he made no effort to keep house he nevertheless waited for the day harper would show up and take the room at the front of the hall. a room to himself? it would be luxurious for a sergeant.

he steps back. and takes a deep breath. it's rude to invite yourself anywhere. he knows that. but at the same time... ]
You don't have to leave it, darling. But you don't gotta be alone here, neither.
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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-19 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ he clears his throat, more self-concious now that her eyes are on him. ]

I suppose I can keep a tidy enough house. I don't own much, you see.

[ he doesn't quite go far enough to blatantly name himself. ]
greenjacketed: (♖ ten salvos; you've missed every time)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-19 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ he mistakes it for a refusal: ] I understand you not wanting to give either of those rooms up to an old soldier, love. If you're waiting for'em...
greenjacketed: (♖ he left his sash in badajoz)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-22 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ her reaction drives him towards a more obvious act of compassion: ] Christ, lass. Don't look at me like that. I'll take the room, won't I? Gladly. I only want you to be glad as well, eh?
greenjacketed: (♖ he's a bloody soldier!)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-22 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
...I admit, it's been a long while since I've lived in a house with a woman -- [ a gentler, jokier edge. ] But seeing as you're not the sort what goes in for doilies and fine china, I believe I'll survive it. It's rubbish living alone. And I ain't only talking 'bout you...

[ for he, too, has been living alone. ]
greenjacketed: (♖ you're a dead man obidiah)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-23 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
...So did some of the lads, though they'd shoot me for saying it. [ a shrug. ] I can't say me being there'll help, but it can't hurt neither. Aye?
greenjacketed: (♖ tell me not of heartbreak)

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[personal profile] greenjacketed 2013-03-24 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, Katniss.

[ he sighs and wraps his arms about her once again, growing more comfortable with each hug. comfortable by piecemeal, really. and when he finally releases her, he reaches for the door. he tries the knob. ]

I'll need a bloody key, won't I?

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