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thecapitol2014-06-27 01:09 pm
smarterthanthem) wrote in thecapitol2014-06-27 01:09 pm
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Little girl, little girl [open]
Who| Clementine and OTA
What| Clem wakes up from her first ever death in the arena, then goes up to the roof with her thoughts
Where| District 6, then the roof
When| End of week 5 of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Inevitable angst
Prompt A: District 6 Suite
Clementine wakes up, that's the nightmare. Not the six weeks proceeding it.
She never thought she'd be so unhappy to discover herself alive. It's not just the shock of it or the horrible memory of dying, it's the fear of what she did in the space between dying and waking up. Clementine remembers a girl who tried to save her and then she remembers trying to warn her but she's can't recall clearly if she actually got the words out before she died.
The fear of it overtakes her as she sits up on the bed, pulling up her knees to bury her face in them, arms wrapped tight around her legs to muffle the sound of the first sob. She should be stronger than this, better than this. Instead she'd been stupid and possibly gotten other people killed. Nevermind what the Capitol did to the food, she's still going to blame herself now for her actions.
Prompt B: The rooftop garden
Hours after waking up Clementine has calmed down but in desperate need of fresh air, a space to clear her head away from the view of any screens. She's started to get a picture of what's happened since she died; what happened after, who else she knows who's died and who is still left alive in the arena.
Joel, Sabriel... they took care of what she'd become. She'll have to thank and apologise to them when they come out but all of that seems very far away as she looks out at the gleaming city from the balcony, her chin pillowed on folded arms over the railing.
It's so wrong, those people out there enjoying the spectacle of the games, not understanding the real horror of what the tributes go through. Clementine doesn't understand how they can be so removed from the suffering happening under their very noses.
[[ooc: Prompts are in prose but reply in any format you wish!]
What| Clem wakes up from her first ever death in the arena, then goes up to the roof with her thoughts
Where| District 6, then the roof
When| End of week 5 of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Inevitable angst
Prompt A: District 6 Suite
Clementine wakes up, that's the nightmare. Not the six weeks proceeding it.
She never thought she'd be so unhappy to discover herself alive. It's not just the shock of it or the horrible memory of dying, it's the fear of what she did in the space between dying and waking up. Clementine remembers a girl who tried to save her and then she remembers trying to warn her but she's can't recall clearly if she actually got the words out before she died.
The fear of it overtakes her as she sits up on the bed, pulling up her knees to bury her face in them, arms wrapped tight around her legs to muffle the sound of the first sob. She should be stronger than this, better than this. Instead she'd been stupid and possibly gotten other people killed. Nevermind what the Capitol did to the food, she's still going to blame herself now for her actions.
Prompt B: The rooftop garden
Hours after waking up Clementine has calmed down but in desperate need of fresh air, a space to clear her head away from the view of any screens. She's started to get a picture of what's happened since she died; what happened after, who else she knows who's died and who is still left alive in the arena.
Joel, Sabriel... they took care of what she'd become. She'll have to thank and apologise to them when they come out but all of that seems very far away as she looks out at the gleaming city from the balcony, her chin pillowed on folded arms over the railing.
It's so wrong, those people out there enjoying the spectacle of the games, not understanding the real horror of what the tributes go through. Clementine doesn't understand how they can be so removed from the suffering happening under their very noses.
[[ooc: Prompts are in prose but reply in any format you wish!]
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"I think... maybe they like to see people broken down. Maybe they like to see good people forced to do bad things more than already bad people. It's a better show for them to see good people suffer."
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Because of course they were.
"Well I guess that's one more reason not to give them what they want."
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She gives Duck a final pat and stands up, she likes Sandy she finds, in a way it makes it worse what happened but at least it seems she may have made a friend. "We won't let them break us down."
As she says it she feels a sense of determination set in against the despair that she'd woken up with.
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"We may be small, but we're survivors. And we've got each other."
She wasn't Pruna but she was a good person. And sometimes that had to be enough.
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"Do you maybe wanna go get some ice cream?"
It was a tradition for her and Pruna after each arena, and maybe the tradition shouldn't die.
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Seems she's not too old yet that she can't be comforted by the idea of a familiar treat and especially with the company of her new friend. Or friends, she thinks, glancing at Duck with a smile smile.