paradisa | 001 || dictated/action || backdated to Thursday

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katniss everdeen

001 || dictated/action || backdated to Thursday

[Every person has a breaking point. The point at which no matter how strong you are, now matter how hardened you are by experience, there's a limit to how much shit you can take being flung at you.

Katniss had already been dangerously close to approaching hers when she'd been pulled off that hovercraft and straight into a new world, and her time in Paradisa certainly hadn't drifted her off of that course. Everything that has happened since she's been here has only been one confusion or frustration right after another, culminating in Haymitch's last stunt. The more she thinks about it, the angrier...--

There's only one thing to do.]

[Followers of the Mockingjay]

[You can all thank Gale for giving her the name of that filter. She doesn't have much to say today; just a few short, terse words. But she is Making A Point, and she is taking every effort to ensure that she is being heard loud and clear.]

Whatever you're planning, I'm done. You can find someone else for your games.

[Then a pause, before she adds--]

And don't bother looking for me.

/[end filter]

[Cinna]

[After writing this filter down, her voice changes quality into something... a little less harsh. There's one important matter that she needs to settle before she disappears for a while, and there's only one person who immediately comes to mind she trusts enough to take care of it. ]

Check on Rue while I'm gone. [She's about to close the journal for good when an afterthought hits her. The next small set of words comes after another pause.] Tell Peeta too.

[Because, for some reason, she'd rather not speak to him herself right now.]

/[end filter]

[She's all but determined to put as much distance as she can between herself and the castle when something catches her eye. Enough to cause her to momentarily put those plans on hold. Off in a field over to the side of her, it looks like there are.... targets.

Not unlike the ones in the Training Center back in the Capitol. The one she shot a bullseye into while the Gamemakers ignored her.

But any chilly deja vu she might be registering will have to be put aside, because there's a certain practicality associated with this. Where there are targets, there might be weapons. And currently? She has no weapons.

Well, that's good enough reason for a detour.]

[[OOC: ~~Sorry, this is completely unrelated to lobsters!~~ Katniss will be having a little teenage temper tantrum to herself out in the woods (in response to recent events) to cover my hiatus next week :) And action at the shooting range is open to all!]]

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[He knows he's pushed her too far. It seems to be a skill he has, never quite understanding where he breaking point is. Of course, he's annoyed she's just running off. But...well. She's Katniss, and this is how she handles things.

Hell, it's how he handled things when he was her age. Before he found booze to escape to instead. So his tone is firm, but there's a touch of an apology in there]

One week to get your head straight. You’ll keep your journal with you and report in to me every five hours, even if it's just to say 'still alive, you jackass'.

Fail to do this, or stay away longer, and I’ll bring you right back here and you’ll be confined to your room until I decide I can trust you not to be an idiot any more. We clear, Sweetheart?

[If he's annoyed that she's just running off, then she's annoyed by the response that she receives from him. Although annoyed might be the kind, mild way to describe it. In a way that's so familiar now, she can feel her blood start to boil as she processes this ultimate insult to her independence.

He has no right.

It doesn't matter that there's a touch of an apology in there; either she doesn't notice it, or she chooses not to. When she speaks back to the journal, it's steady, but almost venomous.]

You don't control me.

[Oh, if eyerolls were verbal. Why did it have to be THIS girl? This difficult, annoying, stubborn pain in the ass.

Well, because she's a difficult, annoying, stubborn pain in the ass, but that's besides the point. Haymitch sighs, counting to five under his breath]

I'm not trying to control you, Katniss, I'm trying to keep you alive. You're prepared to go waltzing off into a place where you have no idea what's around, if the Capitol is controlling this, nothing.

But if that's what you feel the need to do, fine. Do whatever the hell you like out there. Scream at trees, shoot at birds, snare rabbits, I don't give a damn. All I'm asking is that you let me know that you're not dead. Me and you don't even have to have a conversation for that. But even you should be able to afford those of us who risk everything to keep you from shuffling off this mortal coil this little courtesy.

[If there's one thing she can pinpoint that she hates the most about that spiel, this entire conversation, it's Haymitch trying to sound like he actually cares about her. Trying to actually step into the mentor shoes for some reason unknown to her. This isn't the first time he's pulled it, and it gets increasingly more annoying each time he does.

He should just save everyone the trouble and stop skirting around the truth.]

Because I'm the Mockingjay? [That's the reason why they do it, she'd heard it herself. It's nothing personal. Why should she bother?]

[One day, he decides, he really needs to sit her down and explain some things to her. But not now, not while she's spitting venom and wanting to get out. Another time]

That might be reason for some of them, one thing's for sure, it's not because of your glittering personality.

[She's had a bad time of it, of course. Rue and Cinna suddenly not being dead can't of helped matters. There's a considerate pause, before he decides to throw her one little truth] 46. That's how many kids I've had to watch get thrown to the Games only to get slaughtered. Did it ever occur to you that I might be sick of watching kids under my care die?

[well, guess who doesn't have to bother looking, because he's there, too ... perusing the weapons rack and trying to figure out what would be most effective against fast, poisonous, strange creatures?

yep. he turns at the sound of her footsteps, but he knows them so well that he probably didn't even have to look, even here]

Hey, Catnip. ... Heading out?

[Funny, here Katniss thought she could slip out of the castle, and off into the woods, completely undetected. That she could leave them all behind without having to provide some kind of explanation, and get some peace and perspective for herself.

Although, she never stood a chance against Gale.

At the sound of that voice, she stops straight in her tracks. For a moment or two, she simply stands there, frozen like that, as if she's thinking about something. (Contemplating just walking on? Who knows.) But eventually, she turns to address him.]

Maybe.

Alright. Just ... [he frowns. he knows why she wants to run, and honestly, he can't blame her. the sooner she gets out from Haymitch's drunken, overprotective wings, the better.]

Be careful out there. I don't know if the plants are the same as the District or not.

[Her shoulders relax a tenseness she wasn't even aware they had. He's not accusing her. Or questioning her. He understands without her having to explain herself.

It's the kind of easy communication that she might have once taken for granted, but is now grateful hasn't been lost.]

I won't eat anything I'm not sure of.

Okay. [he nods.] Let me know if you can't find anything. We can figure out a drop point. I can leave you something.

[it might seem like "easy" communication, but it's taking a self-control he hadn't realized he had, not to insist on going with her, on making some move to try and get The Old Katniss back. he's starting to realize, especially here, just how impossible that is]

[The moment of ease that she'd felt becomes stiff again. The offer's innocent enough; just a friend helping a friend. She'd do the same for him if their roles were reversed.

But the point of this exercise isn't about that. It's about being on her own with no one's help. It's about showing them that.... she's not a piece. That she's her, she's self-sufficient, and they can't mold her the way they want to.]

There'll always be something. [She'll make it work. Starting with a perusal of this little rack herself.]

[his gut reaction to her refusal is to want to reach out, grab her shoulders, and shake her until she realizes how stupid she's being. this is an entirely new world, for all they know NONE of the plants or animals are familiar, there are no completely known threats, nothing they could plan or prepare for like they could at home. these are not the woods of District 12, which they knew like the backs of their hands. there are newer, far more unknown dangers out there --

-- and then he realizes that that is probably EXACTLY what being dropped into an Arena is like. the tension that rushed into his face is just as visible and quick to leave. she's not a victor for nothing.]

You're right.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound like I doubted you. I don't.

[Triela remembers the shooting range. She came her a lot the first time she was here. She's amazed that it's still here after all this time, though it still looks as rarely used as ever. She smiles at the unknown girl]

Hello. Nice day for some practice.

[Katniss had a practical reason for coming here. One goal in her mind. Check for anything useful (preferably a bow and some arrows), and then get back on her way. Get that distance and get it fast.

A social call with a stranger had certainly not been a part of that plan.

Though she does stop, she won't smile back. Or initiate an effort to introduce herself. Just watches with a neutral expression.]

I'm not practicing.

[so friendly, Katniss. Luckily, Triela is unfazed]

Too bad. This place hardly ever has anyone using it.

[Oh, isn't she just? It's the kind of thing she wins so many awards for!

But this is enough to get her attention.]

Why not? [Maybe this will make her goal easier....]

I don't think very many people know how to use the weapons.

[Sam likes to keep sharp. So he's just doing his regular round at the shooting rage with the gun that's closest to his usual Taurus PT-92. The castle won't give him that one. He misses it.

Regardless, Sam is at the end of the aisles, shooting his way through the target in front of him.]

[Guns hadn't been what Katniss had her eye on. She'd been hoping to find something a little more... well, something that wouldn't completely blow out all the game she wanted to shoot. Something she was more accustomed to.

But, nevertheless, she recognizes skill when she sees it. Which might have been the reason behind the decision to hang out at the other end of the aisles to watch him momentarily.]

[Sam pauses to reload his clip when he gets the feeling that he's being watched. He glances around to see if there was someone else around, and when he spots Katniss, he smiles]

Hey. Something I can help you with?

[he may not own the place -- that would be Oliver -- but he knows his way around well enough.]

[ Ooh, he knew she was Not Happy after the broadcast with the mockingjay filter, and her voice confirms his suspicions. He is not very surprised to see the private filter to him, but he does find it interesting that she asks to watch Peeta and not Gale. ]

I shall. I have been meaning to meet her properly since we arrived here.

[She knew she could count on Cinna. No matter what, up until the end, he was the one that was always there for her. The only one who never let her down.

It's nice to know that, as how many things can be strange here, there are some things that don't change.]

Thank you.

[ And Cinna would make sure it would stay that way, as long as the castle did not interfere with them. He would always support her first and foremost, no matter what her decision was towards something. ]

Certainly. Take all the time you need, Katniss.

I shouldn't be gone long.

[As annoyed, frustrated, and tired as she is by everything, she knows running away from it isn't a permanent solution. But right now... it's the only one she can think of.]

[When Katniss gets to the shooting range, she'll notice a man with dark hair and a scar under his right eye shooting arrows at a target, with a overly large white wolf sitting nearby. He doesn't seem to notice he has company, or rather he's pretending not to notice.]

Your arrows won't fly true if fired in anger. I learned the hard way.

[He doesn't know where she's going (though he has a sneaking suspicion), but he wants to give her some space.]

Be careful. And please bring your journal with you.

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