katniss everdeen (
burnwithus) wrote2011-10-02 12:09 pm
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The invisible fence that keeps the dinosaurs from entering the rest of the island reminds her of the electrified fence that surrounded District 12. It looked entirely foreign to her, the presence of something modern and terrible in the middle of the forest. She goes no further than the posts that mark it, not stupid enough to risk her life over the appeal of exploring the wilderness.
But she hears a noise from within, more than the usual stomping of giant feet and angry roars. A human voice, faint but definite. And despite all of her mind's more sensible protests to ignore it and run while she can, she can't. Won't. Because Katniss once made a promise to herself that she wouldn't run anymore. Even if it is her first instinct, she hates herself for it.
Maybe it's her mind's subconscious way of trying to atone for all those people she's killed. Katniss would laugh if she realized this, more inclined to believe that she's doing this because her life doesn't mean much anyways.
Her feet are silent on the grass, one arrow knocked to her half-drawn bowstring. Moving through the foliage as if she were no more than a ghost.
But she hears a noise from within, more than the usual stomping of giant feet and angry roars. A human voice, faint but definite. And despite all of her mind's more sensible protests to ignore it and run while she can, she can't. Won't. Because Katniss once made a promise to herself that she wouldn't run anymore. Even if it is her first instinct, she hates herself for it.
Maybe it's her mind's subconscious way of trying to atone for all those people she's killed. Katniss would laugh if she realized this, more inclined to believe that she's doing this because her life doesn't mean much anyways.
Her feet are silent on the grass, one arrow knocked to her half-drawn bowstring. Moving through the foliage as if she were no more than a ghost.
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Apple in one hand, sword in the other, he wanders through the area, intending to use the fruit as bait at the first lizard he sees.
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Finally, she sees him. Looking as non-chalant as ever, apple in one hand. As if nothing was wrong with this little scene. "Gwaine? What the hell are you doing?"
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Nor is the angry look helping, because how many times has she seen that exact same look on Gale's face?
"Fine. You're obviously alright here by yourself. I thought I heard someone calling, but I guess I was wrong," she turns on one foot, and reflects on how strange this is - a Gwaine that doesn't want her around, for a change.
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If they get out of this alive, Katniss is going to kill Gwaine.
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"One more," she grunts, desperate and determined, biting down on her lower lip. Trying to gauge it.
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But for once she does what she's told, which is a miracle on any account. Katniss fires once more, into the gaping wound that was the creature's right eye, driving the arrow deeper into the bleeding flesh.
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"You-- you're a fucking idiot, Gwaine," she shouts, visibly shaken from this latest brush with danger, especially from a body that was still getting used to not being on high alert all the time. "Do you have a death wish or something? I really want to know."
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It was an infuriating truth, that no matter how hard Katniss tried to shut off her emotions and pretend she didn't care about anyone, someone always managed to slip through her defenses. In this case, many someones. On the island, where she had tried to tell herself that everything was temporary, this had still happened and she was kicking herself for it now.
She said nothing for a moment, turning and walking through the brush, making her way silently back to safety. After a moment, she looked behind her to see if he was still following.
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"It's fine," she muttered, as if the whole ordeal was already forgotten. "You're still an idiot, but I don't regret saving you. Somehow."
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He'll die, but at least he'll die in the midst of something adventurous.
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If this is kindness on her part, she neither sees nor acknowledges it.
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He's being stupidly stubborn with his need to thank her, but fine. Let him. In some way, Katniss understands. She'd do the same thing.
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"Wait. You ride it?"
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"You could probably feed a family for two weeks with one," she murmurs, taking in how big it is. "There's a lot of meat on it."
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Katniss is stubborn if nothing else. Except one attempt to climb on just ended in failure. Because unlike a tree, there were no grooves to place her feet in, no branches to reach for purchase.
"This is ridiculous. Why does anyone do this?
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