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katniss everdeen ([personal profile] burnwithus) wrote2010-12-05 07:59 pm
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(sawyer) a modern day warrior, mean mean stride

Back home, all of the Victors had ways to deal with the things they saw, both in the arena and outside of it. Haymitch drank, Peeta baked, the Morphlings lost themselves and I...

I tie knots.

What I used to do was hunt, but without any arrows and no way to make more until I learn how, the prospect's pointless. So instead, I wear my fingers down on a length of rope, my hands automatically fashioning the knots that Finnick taught me and a few of my own devising. Most are just beautiful to look at, but many are functional as well, until I finally tie one that would be familiar to anyone : a noose.

The familiar strains of 'The Hanging Tree' begin to float through my memory. It's appropriate, because I'm sitting on a tree branch - and once I'm sure there's no one around I sing a few lines to myself.
Are you, are you, coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be
if we met up tonight beneath the hanging tree.

My voice is scratchy at first, but I know the song well - and my father had one that could silence every mockingjay within ear's distance.

I hear a rustle of movement - it's slight, but it's definitely there. "If you tell anyone you heard that I'll have to kill you."

[identity profile] burnwithus.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Not the pig. The man." I haven't forgotten him, or that moment in the parking lot. It was one of the first times that I've seen Sawyer look anything less than composed. And we all had our share of the dead coming back to haunt us on Halloween. I slip down from the tree, landing on my feet as silently as possible just through pure habit.

I don't know why I follow him. This is stupid - one knife is hardly enough to hunt down a boar given the size of them on this island. And I bet he walks loudly too. Even if boars are stupid, they aren't that stupid.

Or maybe I'm just unused to hunting with anyone but Gale.
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[personal profile] confidenceman 2010-12-13 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
I freeze up. Not for long, mind, but I'm pretty sure it's long enough. For someone who's a hunter, a fighter, you've gotta look out for the flashes when your opponent (be it just opposition in a conversation, or something more serious) lets down his or her guard, and I know I've just pulled the equivalent of being completely pantsed in front of a large group. Because I really did think that she meant the pig, or something else inconsequential. Thought that she'd ignore the nightmare like everyone else I've shared one with, but no, she just has to go and be that much more special.

"Yeah," I say, even as I thread through the forest, my feet brushing against grass, hands itching and wishing that I had some kind of gun in my hands, even if I'd never use it for anything other than hunting, these days.

"I shot him. Now you know I'm a killer. What of it?"

[identity profile] burnwithus.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I shrug as my eyes scan the ground for signs of nearby game out of habit. "Everyone has something to hide." I refrain from adding something along the lines of now we have something in common, but I feel it anyways. There are people on the island whose lives have been innocent and I envy them for it, but they don't understand.

He's hardly one to be trusted, but then again, neither am I.

There are other tracks around the area we're in, but they're older, already partially covered or disturbed. Since there's nothing to see, I walk past clumps of bushes but keep my distance from him. "Why did you shoot him?"
confidenceman: (whether you like it or not)

[personal profile] confidenceman 2010-12-14 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone has something to hide. That's putting it far too generally. Sure, there ain't a fool I've met yet stupid enough to give away every single detail of his or her life, but there's a difference between that and the sorts of things that we're keeping under wraps. These are human lives we're talking about, after all, and with the way I look at her for her comment, I'm pretty sure she can get the hint. I'm not about to downplay anything that's happened in my life, not if that means shirking some of the blame.

"I shot 'im 'cause I thought he was the person who killed my parents," I grit out, hating that I can't lie to her, not with all that she's seen. "But he wasn't. He wasn't Sawyer."

[identity profile] burnwithus.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
I've shot people for less. That's the first thing that comes to mind, but it doesn't make it any better. Still, it helps me understand who he was, and how he connects with the scared child underneath the bed. He couldn't have been more than twelve years old at the time, probably younger.

Why is it that children are always the ones who suffer? I'm not talking about myself - I've never really been a child or thought of myself as one. But there's Rue, and there's Prim, and the girl in the Capitol with the pale yellow coat in the snow.

"Alright," I nod, accepting it - at least for now.
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[personal profile] confidenceman 2010-12-31 07:39 am (UTC)(link)
The conversation could stop there. I know that, I see this sort of acceptance in her eyes, or maybe it's some kind of resignation. But the only way to bring this full circle, and the only way I've ever been able to make peace with this whole of my past, is in the words I'm about to say to her. I take a deep breath first, and I don't dare treat this with any of my usual levity.

"I found the real guy, the guy who killed my parents, on an island kinda like this one, that had a whole Lotta crap I couldn't understand. I just wanted to hear a damn apology, like killin' the first guy meant I had to give back to the world somehow. But he just laughed. I dunno if I'm a good person or not, though I'm guessin' no in the grand scheme of things. But I ain't sorry."

[identity profile] burnwithus.livejournal.com 2011-01-02 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"An apology?" I can't keep the skepticism out of my voice. An apology from the man who killed his parents. I would laugh if I wasn't dead sure that he was serious. He was young, then, which means that he was probably taken by other relatives or...put in the orphanage, if his world was anything like mine.

"If you wanted an apology, then you're a better person than I am," though it's not much competition. The island doesn't let me forget that I came here seconds after shooting Coin from the balcony.

And I still don't regret it.
confidenceman: (where you from; how's it going?)

[personal profile] confidenceman 2011-01-03 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
"An apology," I repeat with a nod, although the taut sensation in my jaw reminds me of the fact that it isn't nearly as nice of me to say so as it sounds, that I sure as heck ain't someone who lets getting slighted by with a single five letter word. So I elaborate. "But it ain't 'cause I think sayin' sorry means a damn thing; it doesn't fix anything. It's just..."

I breathe, slowly, in and out, just to keep the thudding in my chest from overcoming me altogether. "I ain't any better, Catnip. You saw what happened in that nightmare of ours. I've become the same damned person as the man I'd been meanin' to kill all my life. All I wanted as a damn apology because maybe then he'd know that it was a mistake, what he did."

After I pause, I add, "He just laughed, though."

[identity profile] burnwithus.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Did you shoot him afterwards, too?" Somehow, ridiculously, I hope the answer is no, even if I've come to expect nothing else from people. Even if it wouldn't be my answer. If I could fully name a culprit that killed someone in my family, there wouldn't be a limit on what revenge I would take.

I shot Coin on the basis of my suspicions and President Snow's words, after all.

He wanted an apology after he shot the first man, wrongly. He says he became the person that he hated. And he admits all of this to me. No, I can't pretend to understand this man.

confidenceman: (with a taste of your lips i'm on a ride)

[personal profile] confidenceman 2011-01-20 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I'm not expecting that question. I mean, it's a natural question to ask, and it makes me wonder how I'm taken so aback by it. Maybe it's 'cause people, they don't generally ask things like that without some sorta warning. Hell, a lot of people never ask at all, prefer to sweep everything unpleasant about the world under the rug like it was never there. I guess that's something I can easily appreciate about Katniss. Life would be easier if more people just bucked up and put it all out there like she does. Too bad, my life doesn't let me get even a taste of easy.

"No," I reply first, plain and simple. I've long since come to terms with what I did to Anthony Cooper, after all, if not the man before him. "No, I didn't shoot him afterward. 'Cause I didn't have a gun."

Hopefully the tone of my voice makes it clear enough what I mean. I doubt I'd enjoy telling her that I strangled the man to death.

[identity profile] burnwithus.livejournal.com 2011-01-21 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
He killed him anyways. I don't pretend to understand people the way that Gale does, but that much I can figure out. Without a gun, it was probably messy. Probably with his bare hands. That's why he isn't telling me.

I honestly don't know what to think of it. Of course, I'm hardly one to judge, but I've almost always had my bow, and I can't even imagine what it's like to not have the same level of detachment.

"So after you killed him was when you started wanting to do the right thing?" they're his words, not mine. His reason for helping me that day. Even more confusing now that I know he's a killer.
confidenceman: (womanizer; woman womanizer)

[personal profile] confidenceman 2011-01-22 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know what she's thinking right now. Probably nothing damning. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that it's hard for killers to fully condemn other killers. Even now that Sawyer's made me one of his number, I just... wonder. How much of it was an act. None of it seemed like it, of course, but then again, this is a man who made a living out of being someone else, right? Either way, though. Either way, he damn needed to take me seriously and he didn't, he needed to apologize and he only laughed, so I can't regret. Not too much.

"No," I shake my head. "No, I started wantin' to do the right thing years before that, but wantin' and bein' strong enough to, those are two different things."