Katniss Everdeen (
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19th Game [written/action]
[How long has it been since she last opened the journal not to peer at the other entries but to make one herself? It feels much longer than the couple of months that somehow managed to move by so quickly. Forever, perhaps. And yet, in that short time, so much has changed. People have left. More importantly, people have arrived. Rue, Johanna, Peeta... And none of them have yet disappeared.
Two months of knowing Peeta's so close. A trip across town to his apartment. Walking by the bakery. His memory is no longer a ghost that haunts her. Instead, he's something real. Something entirely too real. Two months and she hasn't yet figured out if she's relieved to have him back. Or if she's more frightened of losing him. There's limits to the filial magic, as she's starting to discover. And those limits worry her. Will she lose him all over again? Lose Prim or Rue or Richard or Teddy?
If there's one thing that hasn't changed in these two months, it's her growing weariness of the disappearances in Luceti. Even Sokka, Sokka who had been here for four or more years, was now gone.
Who was next?
It's a nightmare that wakes her. A nightmare of losing everyone she loves. Watching them die at the hands of lizard mutts, necks ripped out by wild dog-like creatures with the eyes of lost children, others murdered in drafts against the Third Party. She wakes with a start, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes wide and frantic. Her throat is soar from screaming in her sleep and she gasps. When her senses return, she turns on a lamp and reaches for her journal.
She can't lose anyone. Not even to something like returning home. But she takes the coward's way out and she pens her thoughts rather than admit to them aloud:]
There was someone here once who asked if it was possible to bring people here from home. Has anyone ever tried the opposite? Tried to keep people here instead?
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[That done, she throws on a leather jacket and boots over her sleeping clothing. She can't go back to sleep. Not right now. And she can't be in here either, not wanting to disturb her housemates any more than she already might have. Her bow is slung over a shoulder with her quiver, just in case.
It's cold out there but she doesn't care. There's something comforting about being alone in the night, no longer surrounded by oppressing walls. The nightmares don't seem so bad now, away from her bed. She can almost pretend things will be okay, regardless of whatever responses she might have to her inquiry when she gets back.]
Two months of knowing Peeta's so close. A trip across town to his apartment. Walking by the bakery. His memory is no longer a ghost that haunts her. Instead, he's something real. Something entirely too real. Two months and she hasn't yet figured out if she's relieved to have him back. Or if she's more frightened of losing him. There's limits to the filial magic, as she's starting to discover. And those limits worry her. Will she lose him all over again? Lose Prim or Rue or Richard or Teddy?
If there's one thing that hasn't changed in these two months, it's her growing weariness of the disappearances in Luceti. Even Sokka, Sokka who had been here for four or more years, was now gone.
Who was next?
It's a nightmare that wakes her. A nightmare of losing everyone she loves. Watching them die at the hands of lizard mutts, necks ripped out by wild dog-like creatures with the eyes of lost children, others murdered in drafts against the Third Party. She wakes with a start, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, eyes wide and frantic. Her throat is soar from screaming in her sleep and she gasps. When her senses return, she turns on a lamp and reaches for her journal.
She can't lose anyone. Not even to something like returning home. But she takes the coward's way out and she pens her thoughts rather than admit to them aloud:]
There was someone here once who asked if it was possible to bring people here from home. Has anyone ever tried the opposite? Tried to keep people here instead?
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[That done, she throws on a leather jacket and boots over her sleeping clothing. She can't go back to sleep. Not right now. And she can't be in here either, not wanting to disturb her housemates any more than she already might have. Her bow is slung over a shoulder with her quiver, just in case.
It's cold out there but she doesn't care. There's something comforting about being alone in the night, no longer surrounded by oppressing walls. The nightmares don't seem so bad now, away from her bed. She can almost pretend things will be okay, regardless of whatever responses she might have to her inquiry when she gets back.]
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I can see the positive things that can come from it for certain people. [All those people who are dead back home.
And other special cases... including his own; neither he nor Ikki are near death, but they know that Aang's lifespan at home means that Luceti is the only time they may ever have to know each other.]
But at the same time, it seems like the kind of thing that can be... really dangerous.
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But it's still nice to hear some reassurance from a friend. That she's not so crazy in thinking what she's thinking.]
It's dangerous anywhere. Not just here.
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This wasn't the reminder she wanted.]
Do you think it's possible?
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It's the sort of question that gets a person out of bed, out of the house, away from the lights of the village and the quiet hum of people who might disappear. There aren't so many people in the Center tonight, so Souji puts on a heavy haori and heads out, looking for someone who looks like they don't want to be found.]
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When Souji leaves the Welcome Center, she doesn't notice. The remnants of the nightmare still linger, making it hard to think of much else.]
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Once she can breath again, remind herself she's alive - again - and safe, Rue quietly leaves her bed. She tiptoes out of her room, silent as ever, and toward the kitchen. She catches a glimpse of Katniss as she leaves the house. Rue heads to the window, watches her head off, then quickly hurries back to her room. She puts on a coat and her shoes, makes sure her knife is secure against her wrist as Clove showed her, and runs back out.
Katniss is gone, but Rue has her ways. She takes to the trees and whistles four familiar notes.]
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Which is why she hadn't expected anyone to be following her. But that feeling of eyes watching her doesn't let up. She's about to reach for her bow, to shout at whoever might be there to come out, when she hears the whistles. The four notes that signal ally.
She turns around slowly instead, eyes never leaving the canopy of the trees. Rue must be there somewhere.]
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Couldn't sleep?
['too' is the unspoken word. She's young, but not too young to escape her own nightmares from the arena, of her fear of dying and disappearing from the world.]
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I haven't tried it, but I know people I don't want to leave. If they did, they'd be leaving me behind. I dunno if I could deal with that, being alone again. They're really important to me, and just thinking about it makes my heart heavy.
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I can't think of a worse feeling.
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What if the alternative for them is death?
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And Buttercup, of course, curled on the armrest and leaning into Prim's arm, ugly face smoothed in contentment. ]
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Her hopes are quickly dashed as soon as she sees Prim sitting on a couch with a book in front of her. her sister, while capable of waking early, doesn't make a habit of it like Katniss does. She frowns and walks over.]
How long have you been awake?
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But at the same time, the simple answer doesn't leave her iwth much hope.]
What happened?
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So he wandered out on late night, pre-sleep walks, his breath misting in the air as his boots crunched over the ground. He found himself walking past houses, keeping close for when he got tired... and that's when he spied her. Katniss. ]
Hey, long time no see.
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Rue had been an exception. But she still expects that she had accidentally awoken the girl with her screams. So to see someone not connected to her households causes her to freeze in her tracks. her back stiffens and she reaches for an arrow. But, thankfully for Jim, tonight isn't a repeat of their first meeting. He speaks and she relaxes. Even tries to smile, though the smile remains hollow.]
Hey.
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