Third Painting: [Voice] EVENT

[victorbychance]

[Someone's journal is on. Two voices come across it.

OOC: In true "red oni, blue oni" fashion, Clove's dialogue is in red and Peeta's is in blue.]

So. A mountain. [She's not sure whether she's still angry, is impressed, or is just annoyed now. Probably a little of all three.] Y'know. Have to admit. Gamemakers couldn't do this. [Okay. Not the best time for a joke (or some weird attempt at it) or the subject for it.] So. A mountain.

[A deadpan voice answers.] A what now?

Ha. ha. Very funny, Lover Boy.

I'm just saying I noticed the mountain.

Would punching you be a violation of the truce? I really think it wouldn't.

You realize I have a prosthetic leg, right? It's going to be difficult enough getting down the mountain if I'm not concussed.

And you realise I could decide, at any moment, that I can move faster without you and go by myself, right? [Except that, if she was going to do it, she'd have done it before now.] Just sayin'.

That would be a violation of the truce. [But he sounds uncertain.]

A passive violation. Not my fault if you can't keep up. [... ...] Go up. Over the rock. Around it's uneasy. [Not that she almost slipped on that path there or anything. Or that she cares whether he falls.]

...Thanks.


[OOC: This is a joint post with shenevermisses. Please specify in the subject header if you'd prefer to be answered by only one character. Otherwise, you'll get both.

For the sake of the player plot, any characters who are able to conveniently fly these two out of danger and hardship may wish to come up with an excuse as to why they cannot do so, or "accidentally" leave their journal closed. Thank you.]

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[want_take_have]

[Once she's moved beyond the urge to burn down the forest, Faith had settled down at Seventh Heaven for a drink and a distraction...which is how she overhears this.

And considering she just got back, she'd ignore it...but those sound like kids, and one of those voices is familiar]


...We got mountains around here?

[voice]

[victorbychance]

I'm going to say yes.

[want_take_have]

I'm guessin' you two found yourselves one of those one-way trips?

[victorbychance]

I'm guessing this thing was recording us.

[want_take_have]

[she scoffs slightly at that] So you wanna tell me if you two are in one piece? Or do we wanna keep trading the obvious for awhile?

[action]

[shenevermisses]

[She will deny this if it ever comes up.

And if he mentions it, she'll blame District Twelve. Because, of course, she'll be blamed for any injuries he gets.

So, once he's on the rock, she holds out a hand to steady him getting down.]

[action]

[victorbychance]

[He takes it. They've been allies before, even if they were always going to betray each other. It's the way it works when only one person can survive. This time, they can both survive. But does she know that?

He slides down the rock, landing on his good leg.]

So you've done some studying up on survival, huh? What kind of animals do you suppose are in these mountains?

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[shenevermisses]

...Dunno.

[She doesn't really like admitting that, but.]

I know a little bit about the forest, but...

There should be some birds, at least. I think.

[Not that she has much to base that on. Only--] I-- Yeah, this isn't Panem. But I remember seeing some out the window of the train. And these are sort of like them.

[action]

[victorbychance]

Like the ones in the Capitol. [He pauses to scout out a way down to the next level spot.] At least it's not the middle of the ocean.

[action]

[shenevermisses]

[Clove begins to take what looks like a path-ish area... but it was obviously made by something with steadier legs than hers, and she abandons it. Either for herself or for him.]

I've never seen the ocean.

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[fortherefreshments]

[ Don't mind someone listening in, quiet at first before he simply can't help himself. ]

Aren't you two a pair?

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[victorbychance]

[HAYMITCH COME FIX EVERYTHING.]

I think we're going to be a few days.

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[fortherefreshments]

[ And miss this? No chance. ]

I'm guessing you both intend to come back in one piece.

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[victorbychance]

We have a truce. [He'd say more on that, but she's standing right here. Talking about how he's not sure if/when she'll lose patience and leave him behind would not be good.] I think we'll be okay. You'll look in on Katniss?

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[deadalready]

[HE BLAMES EVERYTHING ON YOU PEETA. EVERYTHING.

That being said:]

You alright?

[It should be clear who he's talking to.]

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[shenevermisses]

[It takes a bit for a reply. But, well. Hiking through mountains. With someone with a prosthetic leg.

When she does answer, she sounds tired, but that's the worst of it.]

Totally.

The transporter's not working, and we're at the hot springs. It... may -- Okay. It will take a few days.

[A pause. Then:] I'll keep in touch.

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[deadalready]

[He does his upmost best not to sound angry or, even worse, broken up that she's going to be gone for a few days. He still isn't used to the village and Clove had been a great help in trying to assimilate.]

Let me know when you get close, okay?

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[shenevermisses]

Sure will.

[Her voice is even. Not letting the worries she has about leaving Cato alone right now peek through. Because she can't. She has to just deal with getting back.]

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[victorbychance]

It's okay. I've got an eye on her.

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[deadalready]

[She doesn't need you to keep an eye on her. He wants to say. Because Clove can take care of herself and he knows it, but that doesn't stop Cato from feeling uneasy about her being so far away with only Peeta for company. Not that he thought Peeta would kill her - it wouldn't surprise him, but he didn't expect it - but whatever else might be out there could take them both down and he wouldn't be the wiser.]

Gee thanks, Lover Boy.

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[victorbychance]

You’re welcome. [Can you hear the smile, Cato? He kind of hopes you can.]

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[shenevermisses]

[From the hot springs, there was, at least, a clear path to the village. Not an easy path, no. But the river flowed from that and would take them to one of the lakes.

Western lake? They'd almost have to go through the village. Southern lake? The same. Either way, they were on the right course.

And finally-- finally they were out of the mountains.

It was evening, time for rest. They'd even managed to catch and cook a couple fish for something to eat.

That's when she hears it. It's... the trees. The trees are talking. And...

"Clove? Well, according to my sources, she's got a major crush on the boy from District Twelve."

.........What?!]

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[victorbychance]

[That makes Peeta look up sharply, then glance over at her.]

Am I going crazy, or did you hear that, too?

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[shenevermisses]

I... definitely heard something.

I-- I think the trees... are talking?

[Which doesn't sound possible. But a door took them into the mountains. And they have wings, being here.]

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[victorbychance]

...Weirder things have happened here.

[He stands up, listening. And pointedly ignoring what the tree said.]

"I'd believe it, with the kinds of connections he makes. If Haymitch Abernathy is desperate enough, he'll drink rubbing alcohol. I heard he doesn't even mind the taste!"