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[accidentalrebellion]

[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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[accidentalrebellion]

[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.

[fanstheflame]

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.

[accidentalrebellion]

[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.

[fanstheflame]

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]

[accidentalrebellion]

[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.]

[fanstheflame]

[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.