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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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What are tributes?
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[He searches around for something to talk about that's hopefully less distressing.]
Where did you learn to use a bow like that?
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Which is why she looks a little surprised at his question, now] My...father. [She swallows] To begin with, at least. You hunt to eat. Or, you did. It's not really necessary any more.
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There have been plenty of times when my bow has been the only thing between myself and starvation.
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[He nods and sets the netbook aside for a few moments, while he goes and fetches his bow. He holds it up to the camera -- a finely crafted longbow made of dark wood. There's an insignia burned into the wood, though time has worn it down some.]
It's been in my family for generations.
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That's good. [There's half a smile tugging at her mouth as she looks at it] It means more than just killing, that way.
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[Nathaniel's definitely pleased to meet someone else who appreciates archery as much as he does.]