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dear_mun2012-03-30 01:34 am
akillercareer) wrote in dear_mun2012-03-30 01:34 am
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District 2 needs love too.
I told you I could still do this.
You expect me to believe that? It became obvious who you wanted to win.
Really. You wanted that damned girl from District 12 to win, that's why she got such a high score.
[There's a little girl peeking around a corner at you, Cato.]
[Spots her and shoots her a look.] What do you want?
[His look is all capitol then, ice cold, commanding.] these games are fair District Two.
She earned her score.
She earned her score.
[Her eyes get wide and she ducks back behind the corner. Wait... this isn't the games... Not here. Feeling a little more bold she looks out again]
I recognized you. That's all... I was curious what you were doing here.
I recognized you. That's all... I was curious what you were doing here.
I could have taken her! [Snarls in response, his voice quickly filling with anger. The worst part is he knows he knows Crane is right. The score was fair.]
The same thing as you. Where else are people like you and I suppose to go?
The fault is entirely yours then. We provided you body armor. We provided you spears. You earned your ten.
The odds weren't in your favor.
[His either, but.]
The odds weren't in your favor.
[His either, but.]
[She shrugs, stepping out fully.]
My mun actually sent me to a castle. [She pauses, she knows how the games ended and that could only mean one thing for him.] I'm sorry.
My mun actually sent me to a castle. [She pauses, she knows how the games ended and that could only mean one thing for him.] I'm sorry.
No!I would have killed her if it wasn't for that bastard Thresh. The glory belonged to District 2, it should have been Clove and I at the end! [The anger in his voice only grows but he sounds pained now as well.]
I wasn't going to allow him to slip away after what he did. [And then he ran into those darned muttations.]
I wasn't going to allow him to slip away after what he did. [And then he ran into those darned muttations.]
You're sorry? [Looks at her in disbelief and laughs in a way that suggests death probably unhinged him even more.] We killed you and you're feeling sorry for me?
Maybe it should have. [He folds his hands and sticks them in his pockets, watching him. wondering.]
The only difference is that you and Clove didn't have the dynamic the audience was looking for.
The only difference is that you and Clove didn't have the dynamic the audience was looking for.
[She frowns] The Games weren't your idea. We died because of them. I can feel sorry for that, can't I?
[She looks down at her feet] Besides, I knew I was going to die. At least you had a chance. [Even if she didn't want him to win, either, but not like she's going to say THAT out loud.]
[She looks down at her feet] Besides, I knew I was going to die. At least you had a chance. [Even if she didn't want him to win, either, but not like she's going to say THAT out loud.]
Unlike you, I wanted to be in them. [Looks her over.] Your district didn't deserve to win because you're right, you didn't stand a chance. No one volunteered in your place, they were too cowardly to try.
If I could do it all over...[Wants to say he would do things so differently, but there's hesitation on his end. Would he, now that he knows that he never stood a chance? He wanted to bring honor to his district but in the end it was all about who could create a better drama.]
If I could do it all over...[Wants to say he would do things so differently, but there's hesitation on his end. Would he, now that he knows that he never stood a chance? He wanted to bring honor to his district but in the end it was all about who could create a better drama.]
At least the dynamic we had was real. Do you think the two of them really cared about each other? They had to rely on cheap tactics to win.
It doesn't matter what's real. [Seneca's voice is filled with real contempt now.] What matters is how people look.
The people in the pre-capitol days believed that. they knew it. Fake things and stories had more power then the ones that actually happened. No one cared about politics, everyone cared about fictional characters.
[he's done studies on this.]
Whatever you and I might feel...[and then there's a stab of emotion.] there's no point in crying over losing.
The people in the pre-capitol days believed that. they knew it. Fake things and stories had more power then the ones that actually happened. No one cared about politics, everyone cared about fictional characters.
[he's done studies on this.]
Whatever you and I might feel...[and then there's a stab of emotion.] there's no point in crying over losing.
Heh, I spend my whole life training for the games, learning how to kill, learning how to see others as stepping stones in the way of greater glory...and in the end none of it matters.
[Brings a hand up to his face and begins to laugh, it's a shaky, disjointed laugh.] You're right on both accounts, people only wanted a good show.
[Brings a hand up to his face and begins to laugh, it's a shaky, disjointed laugh.] You're right on both accounts, people only wanted a good show.
[She cringes and turns away to leave when she hears that hesitation. She turns a little and looks over her shoulder at him. Her voice is soft as she searches his face, looking for any glimmer of understanding.]
But would you have started the games in the first place?
[She takes a breath, pressing on] Just because no one volunteers doesn't make them cowards. It means they can stay home and work and make sure their families don't starve. Some things are more important than dying in The Games, Cato.
But would you have started the games in the first place?
[She takes a breath, pressing on] Just because no one volunteers doesn't make them cowards. It means they can stay home and work and make sure their families don't starve. Some things are more important than dying in The Games, Cato.
The point isn't to die, it's to win. Nothing brings greater glory than victory in the games.
[Initially there is no hesitation in his answer.]
Yes, I would have. You saw what things were like before the games. [If she's still watching him she'll see that glimmer of understanding she's searching for.]
Now I know they're not symbolic at all or a source of glory, it's all for show. Stupid lies win over natural skill.
[Initially there is no hesitation in his answer.]
Yes, I would have. You saw what things were like before the games. [If she's still watching him she'll see that glimmer of understanding she's searching for.]
Now I know they're not symbolic at all or a source of glory, it's all for show. Stupid lies win over natural skill.
[His hand moves up-and settles back down. The kid wouldn't want comfort. He doubted he could provide it anyway. People in the Capitol were all about physical affection but this called for something...meaningful.
He settles on considering this.]
No.
[pause]
...I can't apologize. I...I wanted the same.
[damnit.]
He settles on considering this.]
No.
[pause]
...I can't apologize. I...I wanted the same.
[damnit.]
I know what the Capitol's told us about it.
[And that little glimmer is all she needs. She turns back to face him full on, leaning forward on the balls of her feet with her arms held out a little from her sides for balance.]
I also know what happens after the Games. There are other people from Panem where I am and they've been telling me about it. [She smiles slightly, raising her eyebrows] Would you like to know?
[And that little glimmer is all she needs. She turns back to face him full on, leaning forward on the balls of her feet with her arms held out a little from her sides for balance.]
I also know what happens after the Games. There are other people from Panem where I am and they've been telling me about it. [She smiles slightly, raising her eyebrows] Would you like to know?
What good is it? I'm dead. [Spits out the words and makes no effort to hide his bitterness.
Still, he wants to know. How could he not want to know if their deaths ultimately meant anything? He doesn't verbally acknowledge that he wants to know but he gives her a begrudgingly look to continue.]
Still, he wants to know. How could he not want to know if their deaths ultimately meant anything? He doesn't verbally acknowledge that he wants to know but he gives her a begrudgingly look to continue.]
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