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burnwithus) wrote2011-10-08 10:17 pm
burnwithus) wrote2011-10-08 10:17 pm
(hoping to rid us of this little hell)
Bit by bit, things get better. It's hard to accept, sometimes, but the nightmares are less frequent then they used to be. Her neighbors will be happy to note that the screaming has mostly gone down. There are days when she wakes up unable to feel anything, but that's a marked improvement from one year ago, and Katniss will take what she can get. Even if getting better somehow feels like an affront against her sister's memory. Like she's slowly forgetting how painful it was to lose her.
The island will make sure she doesn't forget. The Cornucopia was just a warning, but even that was melted down, thrown into the ocean. Gone. Out of sight, out of mind.
Katniss moves through the forest as soon as the first rays of sun begin to light up the sky. These are reflexive movements that feel like home. But there's a rustling in the trees that she moves to investigate, one arrow nocked to the string. Probably a boar or something of the sort, which will make her first hunt of the day. Even before she had even set up any snares. Except that it isn't a boar, or a bird, or any other sort of wildlife known to the island.
It's Buttercup. Her sister's cat. That ugly, mashed-in face and dirty squash-yellow fur could not be mistaken. There he was, pawing at a bush, mewling and pacing as if looking for something. Katniss approaches before she even realizes what she's doing. "Are you looking for Prim?" she asks, as Buttercup turns to face her. A cold sort of fury takes over, rage and grief mingled together , and her throat closes up as surely as if it were blocked by tears. "She's not here. She's gone. Do you hear me? She's dead. She's not coming back."
But Buttercup doesn't understand. He stares stupidly at her for a moment before continuing to root around in the bushes. Katniss picks up a handful of rocks, grass, dirt, anything she can reach and flings them in that general direction, although her aim is so haphazard and poor that none make the target. "Go away! Get away from here! She's dead, you stupid cat! There's nothing left for you here!" her voice raises to a scream, shrill and too loud in the normally quiet forest. And before Katniss knows it, there are real tears now, flowing hard and fast as her legs give under the shaking strain and her knees embed in the soft dirt. Buttercup stays out of reach, warily watching her, hissing. He still probably remembers how she tried to drown him in a bucket when he was a kitten.
"She's dead. She's dead. She's not coming back," her voice is quieter now, brought down from screams to choked whispers. Cautiously, Buttercup puts one paw forward and then another, approaching her. Katniss reaches out for him, arms closing around rough, matted fur. For something that inevitably arrived from District 13, he's done well for himself. She clutches the stupid cat and cries, though she couldn't tell you for how long, until she's laying on her side in the dirt. Her knees curl inwards towards her chest, ignoring the way the cold and damp seep through her clothes. Buttercup seems to understand, too, because he's still for once. He normally never lets Katniss touch him. Prim was the one that he loved, not her, even though she was the one who fed him. Technically.
Maybe he understands. Maybe he needs this as much as she does.
[OOC; katniss' second item! open to all in-game, though it's probably not the best time to meet her. Feel free to have your pup encounter her during her encounter with Buttercup, or hours later. She'll be there for a while.]
The island will make sure she doesn't forget. The Cornucopia was just a warning, but even that was melted down, thrown into the ocean. Gone. Out of sight, out of mind.
Katniss moves through the forest as soon as the first rays of sun begin to light up the sky. These are reflexive movements that feel like home. But there's a rustling in the trees that she moves to investigate, one arrow nocked to the string. Probably a boar or something of the sort, which will make her first hunt of the day. Even before she had even set up any snares. Except that it isn't a boar, or a bird, or any other sort of wildlife known to the island.
It's Buttercup. Her sister's cat. That ugly, mashed-in face and dirty squash-yellow fur could not be mistaken. There he was, pawing at a bush, mewling and pacing as if looking for something. Katniss approaches before she even realizes what she's doing. "Are you looking for Prim?" she asks, as Buttercup turns to face her. A cold sort of fury takes over, rage and grief mingled together , and her throat closes up as surely as if it were blocked by tears. "She's not here. She's gone. Do you hear me? She's dead. She's not coming back."
But Buttercup doesn't understand. He stares stupidly at her for a moment before continuing to root around in the bushes. Katniss picks up a handful of rocks, grass, dirt, anything she can reach and flings them in that general direction, although her aim is so haphazard and poor that none make the target. "Go away! Get away from here! She's dead, you stupid cat! There's nothing left for you here!" her voice raises to a scream, shrill and too loud in the normally quiet forest. And before Katniss knows it, there are real tears now, flowing hard and fast as her legs give under the shaking strain and her knees embed in the soft dirt. Buttercup stays out of reach, warily watching her, hissing. He still probably remembers how she tried to drown him in a bucket when he was a kitten.
"She's dead. She's dead. She's not coming back," her voice is quieter now, brought down from screams to choked whispers. Cautiously, Buttercup puts one paw forward and then another, approaching her. Katniss reaches out for him, arms closing around rough, matted fur. For something that inevitably arrived from District 13, he's done well for himself. She clutches the stupid cat and cries, though she couldn't tell you for how long, until she's laying on her side in the dirt. Her knees curl inwards towards her chest, ignoring the way the cold and damp seep through her clothes. Buttercup seems to understand, too, because he's still for once. He normally never lets Katniss touch him. Prim was the one that he loved, not her, even though she was the one who fed him. Technically.
Maybe he understands. Maybe he needs this as much as she does.
[OOC; katniss' second item! open to all in-game, though it's probably not the best time to meet her. Feel free to have your pup encounter her during her encounter with Buttercup, or hours later. She'll be there for a while.]