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[There’s a girl staring down at the netbook in blank incomprehension. Observant people might notice the burn scars on her hands, crawling up her neck. Slowly, her gaze drags upwards to see the light that indicates the camera’s on, and recognition flickers in her eyes. She sets the netbook down and sits on a bed nearby, curling her feet under her. One hand is clenched around a bow, and the quiver is on her back already] You can see me, can’t you. [It’s not a question, and she doesn’t even appear to be addressing the camera.] Of course you can. They’re always watching.
It was supposed to be over. All of this. The fighting, the killing. It was supposed to be over. And don’t tell me there might not be killing. You don’t hand a victor a weapon and expect them not to use it.
[She stands, swiftly, drawing an arrow from the quiver and setting it on the string in one smooth movement. It’s aimed at the netbook. The expression on the girl’s face is almost too intense. A smile touches her lips, but there’s nothing positive in the expression] If you want me to fight for you, I’m going to need you to bring me Peeta.
[Her arms jerk up, aiming elsewhere, and the arrow is released. There’s a crash that indicates she hit something, and judging by the look of hard satisfaction in her eyes, it’s what she wanted to hit.] I could use Haymitch, too.
It was supposed to be over. All of this. The fighting, the killing. It was supposed to be over. And don’t tell me there might not be killing. You don’t hand a victor a weapon and expect them not to use it.
[She stands, swiftly, drawing an arrow from the quiver and setting it on the string in one smooth movement. It’s aimed at the netbook. The expression on the girl’s face is almost too intense. A smile touches her lips, but there’s nothing positive in the expression] If you want me to fight for you, I’m going to need you to bring me Peeta.
[Her arms jerk up, aiming elsewhere, and the arrow is released. There’s a crash that indicates she hit something, and judging by the look of hard satisfaction in her eyes, it’s what she wanted to hit.] I could use Haymitch, too.
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Someone seriously named their kids that? [ Gees. ] Huh. Anyway, sorry, sweetheart, don't think I've, uh, run into anyone by either of those names.
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Hey, no problem. Thought I'd save you the trouble of searchin' for 'em.
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[ And come on, he's gotta try to push her buttons a little here with the name thing. ]
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What was the first time?
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Just stuck in another place that wasn't home. Apparently this whole alternate universe -- or whatever -- kidnapping thing ain't all that hard to pull off.
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[She tilts her head at him] That's weird. But they want to make you fight, too?
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No. Pretty much the only people who anyone wanted to fight was them, the god and his buddies who'd yanked us there. They mostly wanted to...uh, study us, I guess.
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Study what people do when they're stuck together in a place with no escape?
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Something like that.
So where're you from anyway?
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[She eyes him] How many started killing each other?
Panem. District Twelve. Nowhere that means anything to you. I don't even know if it means that much to me, any more.
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Panem, huh? I swear I heard a kid or two mention that earlier... [ Her dismissal of the place has him blinking though. ] It's home though, right? Better than this.
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Peeta? [Her expression looks briefly, terribly hopeful for a moment before she remembers that he said he hadn't seen Peeta earlier. She rubs a hand over her face, expression exhausted] Probably Johanna. Or Finnick. small>[Her jaw clenches a little] It's supposed to be.