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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.

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Ah, well, I -- wish you the best of luck with your request, then.

What did you mean by a 'victor'? If it isn't rude to ask, of course.

Thanks. [She doesn't sound very thankful :'|

There's a long pause here; something in her expression loses its focus, almost like she's not quite there.] You grew up without the Games?

I can't say they sound familiar, unless you're talking about the Faire sort of games -- with jousting and that sort of thing.

I don't know what jousting is.

[Her expression loses some more focus, and while she's looking at him, it's more like she's trying to look through him to see what's behind his head] Twenty four go in, one comes out. The victor is the one. [A humourless smile touches her lips] Or one of two, in my case.

It's -- a big process, it involves a horse and a lance. It's very pompous, really, but most things that nobles do are.

[He blinks, though.]

Are you ll right, miss? You're acting a bit -- odd.

Nobles. Rich people with stupid outfits? Do what they want without care for anyone else?

[She rubs her neck, where the burns scars are] Probably not. [She doesn't seem too concerned by that, though.] You should ask Johanna about the Games. She'd tell it better.

Some of them are. Some of them -- just try to pretend as much.

[He's thinking of Anora, mostly.]

Well, I'll -- keep that in mind. You've gotten to your lodgings all right, though?

[She doesn't seem like she's in any condition to be wandering around the city.]

[That gets a nod] I know the type. They used to use children instead of lances for their entertainment, though.

[She is definitely not in any condition to be wandering :'D] I'm not going to wander off and kill myself, if that's what you worried about.

[Alistair frowns.]

I'm sorry to hear that. And I wasn't actually thinking anything that awful. I just didn't want you to be alone in a strange place.

[She seems young, at least compared to this world's standards.]

Not as sorry as the children were. [She shrugs] Most people think that I shouldn't be alone in any place.

All the more reason for you to not be left alone.

Er. If you're needing an escort anywhere, I'd be happy to assist.

It's fine. My traumatised dead friend and my addict ex-roommate are here. [Now she's just being a dick because she can. And also telling the truth]

Right, I don't actually think that's a lot better.

[And did she say -- dead? That probably means that she's just seeing things, unless...]

The dead friend. Are they some manner of UN-dead?

[Because he's pretty sure he'd be obligated to strike them down if that's the case.]

[That gets half a grin out of her, although she doesn't bother to address it.

The grin promptly disappears as she slips back into her memories] I watched...the mutts bite his head off. They were after me but they took him instead.

[Well, that's some trauma.]

I'm sure your friend was happy to have protected you, in that case.

But I'm -- sorry, about that.

[y u p]

He's not happy to be dead.

Why? It's not your fault.

Maybe not, but death is never an easy thing to deal with.

[And after a moment he adds, hesitantly,] No matter how often it might come up.

[her expression twists. SORRY SHE'S AN ASSHOLE, ALISTAIR] wow, thanks for pointing that out. I never would have guessed if you hadn't lent a hand with that one.

[That has him scowling, just a tad.]

You did ask.

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