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paradisa2014-02-11 06:19 pm
the_effect_she_has) wrote in paradisa2014-02-11 06:19 pm
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[Twenty-Eight - Right Through The Eye] [Dictated]
[Katniss stood at the window of the room where Mark's radio equipment was, looking out to the middle distance of the snow-covered grounds of the castle. She flicked her eyes to the sky, then to the radio again, before she sat down at the desk, looking at all the buttons and switches with a sort of sad glumness. She ran her fingers over what looked like a music player, then one of the speakers, before she spoke softly to the journal sitting open.]
...I don't suppose anyone who knows how to work Mark's music would be willing to teach me, would they? I ... I miss the music.
[A sigh, as she put her chin down on her hands. Thinking all the friends who are gone - thinking of the nameplate she had found missing earlier. Once. Gone. Another one who had floated on home.]
I hate the silence.
[And for her at least, those words hold weight. There are too many ghosts, in Katniss Everdeen's closet.]
...I don't suppose anyone who knows how to work Mark's music would be willing to teach me, would they? I ... I miss the music.
[A sigh, as she put her chin down on her hands. Thinking all the friends who are gone - thinking of the nameplate she had found missing earlier. Once. Gone. Another one who had floated on home.]
I hate the silence.
[And for her at least, those words hold weight. There are too many ghosts, in Katniss Everdeen's closet.]
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