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stillplaying) wrote2013-11-06 09:15 am
stillplaying) wrote2013-11-06 09:15 am
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18th Game [action/video]
[She's been so busy lately that she hasn't noticed the time fly by. Busy with teaching Foo Foo, busy with hunting and providing for her family, busy helping Richard finish the extra wing to the house before first snow, trying to learn filial magic, busy stealing every spare minute of time with Prim and Teddy and all those others she holds there. She hasn't noticed the time pass. Hadn't realized that it's already November.
It's been a year since Peeta's left. Over a year now. And though she misses him every day, misses him even more when she wakes up on the couch screaming from night terrors, she's... still alive. Found something - someones - else to live for. And maybe that boy who had asked about finding a way to bring others here might actually succeed. Maybe she could bring him back. The boy that loves her. Where everything is actually real.
More than that, though, she's realized what time of year it is again. Has it really been two years, then, since the end of the rebellion? Since losing Prim?
But Prim's no longer lost. She's here. And if Katniss has her way, she'll stay here forever.
It's this realization that makes her more reluctant to leave that morning. But she has responsibilities. Things she has to do. Including teaching that stupid sabertooth moose lion how to actually hunt his own food rather than snatching her squirrels from her bag. Foo Foo has, at least, grown incredibly skillful at that. So at some point mid-morning, Katniss makes her way to House 56 to pick up the beast and continue their way in the Eastern Forest.
Once again, her hunt with Foo Foo isn't nearly as successful as her hunts alone. She loses more squirrels to him than she manages to retain. And when she finally spots a rabbit - perfect for tonight's dinner, perfect to make one of Prim's favorite stews - he lumbers in the way of her shot. Frightened, it runs into the bushes. Annoyed, Katniss lets her arrow fly into the trees.
Some seconds later, she pulls out her journal. With the video feed on, she focuses on Foo Foo.]
How is anyone supposed to teach something this stupid to do anything?
[She doesn't even feel remotely guilty when the young animal looks up from his interest in the rabbit-clad bushes and gives her a goofy, happy grin. It seems one enjoys these outings more than the other.]
Dumb mutt.
[Sometime later in the afternoon, she's back in the town. Having to pick up food is becoming more and more an uncomfortably common task on the days she tries to train Foo Foo. But this week more than ever, the week of her sister's death, she feels the need to spoil her. To go to the items shop and find little gifts that might make her happy. Or pick up fresh bread at the bakery and sweets at the grocery.
Anything for Prim. Anything.]
It's been a year since Peeta's left. Over a year now. And though she misses him every day, misses him even more when she wakes up on the couch screaming from night terrors, she's... still alive. Found something - someones - else to live for. And maybe that boy who had asked about finding a way to bring others here might actually succeed. Maybe she could bring him back. The boy that loves her. Where everything is actually real.
More than that, though, she's realized what time of year it is again. Has it really been two years, then, since the end of the rebellion? Since losing Prim?
But Prim's no longer lost. She's here. And if Katniss has her way, she'll stay here forever.
It's this realization that makes her more reluctant to leave that morning. But she has responsibilities. Things she has to do. Including teaching that stupid sabertooth moose lion how to actually hunt his own food rather than snatching her squirrels from her bag. Foo Foo has, at least, grown incredibly skillful at that. So at some point mid-morning, Katniss makes her way to House 56 to pick up the beast and continue their way in the Eastern Forest.
Once again, her hunt with Foo Foo isn't nearly as successful as her hunts alone. She loses more squirrels to him than she manages to retain. And when she finally spots a rabbit - perfect for tonight's dinner, perfect to make one of Prim's favorite stews - he lumbers in the way of her shot. Frightened, it runs into the bushes. Annoyed, Katniss lets her arrow fly into the trees.
Some seconds later, she pulls out her journal. With the video feed on, she focuses on Foo Foo.]
How is anyone supposed to teach something this stupid to do anything?
[She doesn't even feel remotely guilty when the young animal looks up from his interest in the rabbit-clad bushes and gives her a goofy, happy grin. It seems one enjoys these outings more than the other.]
Dumb mutt.
[Sometime later in the afternoon, she's back in the town. Having to pick up food is becoming more and more an uncomfortably common task on the days she tries to train Foo Foo. But this week more than ever, the week of her sister's death, she feels the need to spoil her. To go to the items shop and find little gifts that might make her happy. Or pick up fresh bread at the bakery and sweets at the grocery.
Anything for Prim. Anything.]
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But, the trip was worth it when he saw Katniss. He ambled over, cloth back on his arm, rustling with his acquired items. ]
Hey. Finally get the "dumb mutt" away from his squirrel?
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She had been reaching for a handful of chives when Jim approached. Simple onion like things that would add flavor to the stew she planned on making. The chives dropped in the basket before she turned her attention to Jim and rolled her eyes.]
He cost me any decent game I would have caught today.
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Define "decent".
[ He knew Katniss was an excellent hunter by any count, and for Kirk, "decent" would mean a squirrel or something small he managed to bring down. He thought Katniss could easily bring down a deer if she wanted, but he also didn't know how many she was feeding. A rabbit could be "decent" by many standards. ]
I'm sure he'll shape up in time.
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[Not that she saw a deer today. How could she, with Foo Foo lumbering everywhere? Being so utterly unstealthy in his actions? He scared away anything they might have crossed, anything living and not entangled already within her snares.
But she's determined to kill herself another deer. It's been over a year since her last one. She wouldn't have to worry about feeding Prim and Richard during the winter if she did.]
Re: action;
Is it? Uh. I guess that makes sense - you want to leave them alone when they have the babies, right?
[ Totally makes sense. He had never been a big hunter though, so the whole seasons for hunting certain things really never occurred to him, ever. Most people hunted for sport off world now - those that could afford it anyways. ]
Well, you have time, right? But if you want, I'll take him next time you go out if you're dead set on coming home with a deer. How hard can he be to look after for a few hours?
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They're also bulking up for winter. More meat. [And that gets a smile. You can never, ever go wrong with too much meat. A smile that fades quickly when his offer sinks in] But - Foo Foo isn't mine. He's... [The only animal she actually likes.] He belongs to someone I know. He'd be good at hunting, though. Helpful if I can ever get him to stop begging for squirrels.