Peeta Mellark (
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exsilium2012-07-29 09:39 pm
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[ the video feed flickers on, and a young man sits at a desk. On it, there's a paintbrush, a small canvas and a set of watercolors. None of them have been touched, but the young man's fingers keep flexing around the brush. ]
I'm...not sure why I'm here. [ he slowly clears his throat, staring not at the feed but at the brush ] My only guess is they saw something they liked on the footage. [ a finger twitches against the brush ] But...I am pretty sure I have other ideas this time.
[ he looks up ]
That person you saw in the Games and the interviews wasn't me. Not the me that I remember, anyway. So if that's what you were expecting, I apologize. I'm not here to fight. You don't want me fighting.
[ there's the sound of a sharp crack as the paintbrush snaps in half. It begins to reform itself ]
My name's Peeta Mellark, and I'm going to sit this one out.
I'm...not sure why I'm here. [ he slowly clears his throat, staring not at the feed but at the brush ] My only guess is they saw something they liked on the footage. [ a finger twitches against the brush ] But...I am pretty sure I have other ideas this time.
[ he looks up ]
That person you saw in the Games and the interviews wasn't me. Not the me that I remember, anyway. So if that's what you were expecting, I apologize. I'm not here to fight. You don't want me fighting.
[ there's the sound of a sharp crack as the paintbrush snaps in half. It begins to reform itself ]
My name's Peeta Mellark, and I'm going to sit this one out.
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[ he frowns LOOK HE'S SENSITIVE NOT PSYCHIC ]
He'd want to.
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[That is totally the same thing, okay.]
And now he's got one more thing to cry over.
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Or something to live for.
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Did your memory of his head being ripped off suddenly change? Because I'm pretty sure he's still dead in my memory.
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[ he sighs, looks down at the ground ]
How would you feel? If you were trapped here, knowing if you can go back there's nothing but death. That you couldn't do anything. [ he looks up again ]
After a while, it's not worth it.
[ he swallows ]
Finnick should know his son grows up somewhere without the Games.
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[Her expression hardens into an angry glare.]
I wouldn't know, remember? He knew what he agreed to when he signed up.
[She takes a deep breath, lets it out in a sigh.]
He's already breaking here. This isn't going to help him.
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