on her reserve at amatomnes

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Damn you!

[Her brows knit together as she scowls, glaring angrily at whoever might be listening. She had heard the rumors, knew it was a possibility. But that her Gamemaker was willing to go through with it? That she actually placed that reserve?

It's infuriated her. Perhaps more so than anything else she's been subjected to lately. Damn her. Damn them all. She wants nothing to do with this. Nothing to do with this perverse form of entertainment.]

What do you even think you're doing? Aren't two games enough for you? You just have to subject me to a third?

No. No, I won't have anything to do with it. Especially if you're sending me there. To a place where... where...

[She sputters as her cheeks turn red. Ducks her head in hopes that no one notices. Kissing Peeta for the sake of their survival had been one thing. Even the night that the hunger had come over her in the clock arena and kissing had nearly turned into so much more remained something different. Wasn't the prospect now in front of her. Hhaving sex to survive? She's not sure if she can do this. Wants this. Especially without Peeta there.]

No.

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[stillplaying]

[In some ways, she's almost pleased that she won't remember Richard in this new Game. Won't have any memory of the time spent in Luceti or elsewhere. There'll be no comparing to time spent with Peeta. No worry of people disapproving. Finnick will be the only one she knows there. And Finnick, well, he's Finnick.

She had doubted that she could grow any more embarrassed. But seeing Richard reply does just that. Swallowing hard, she diverts her gaze so that she doesn't have to meet his eyes.]

A place where you have sex to survive.

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...Ain't that every place?

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[ but then he sees her embarrassment, and guilt fills him anew. his word had come from a common place -- a place of jesting with the men, or of bantering with a prospective bedfellow. but it isn't the way a man should speak to a girl who could be his daughter.

in that place, at least. in luceti.

sharpe clears his throat. ] ...There's no other way?

[stillplaying]

[She shrugs, looking up at him for the briefest of seconds. Her cheeks are still red. That she knows without a doubt. Maybe, maybe if this was Zevran talking, it'd be easier. Because Zevran isn't Richard. Isn't someone whom she looks up to like she would a parent.]

Don't think so.

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[ bloody hell. christ and bugger and shite. he has a word for what this all sounds like, but that word ain't a pretty one. and so he keeps it to himself. ]

I'll speak to her. Your...what-do-ye-call-her? [ he spits the words: ] Superior officer.

[ he might mean he'll speak to katniss's player with, uhm, the business end of his rifle. ]

[stillplaying]

My Gamemaker?

[For a second, she looks hopeful. But it doesn't last. Why would it last? The application is finished. It's only a matter of time now. Only a matter of opinion from the other Gamemakers.

Resigned, she shakes her head.]

It probably won't work.

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You're certain? I can be...persuasive. When I care to be.