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Post by mrbrightside on Mar 30, 2012 12:05:32 GMT -5
Lallek just shakes his head. There wasn't a relationship. She was just another girl, but she was part of the reason he guaranteed himself a spot in the games. "Pearl inspired me to take out tessarae. It was for her and her sister. I just don't want anything bad to happen to her."
It sounded childish he knew. Lallek would have to steer clear of her in the arena. The less contact they had the better. It'd be easier for both of them if they never crossed paths. That way when something bad did happen to her, he could say it wasn't his fault. At least if he wasn't around her Lallek wouldn't have to see. Still there was part of him that knew he would be responsible no matter what.
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Post by Seryna on Mar 30, 2012 12:38:58 GMT -5
Nettle nodded slowly. "Since you're dead set against allying with her... I can assure you that I'll make the best deals possible for all of you. The Quells always excite the sponsors." He sits back in his chair, shaking his head.
"I imagine the tessarae will give comfort to her little sister...what was her name?"
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Post by mrbrightside on Mar 30, 2012 12:55:09 GMT -5
Lallek just nodded at the Nettle's assurances. It probably wouldn't amount to much, but the sentiment was appreciated. "Her name is Amy." Amy who would hate him for abandoning her sister. That brought up the horrible thought that Lallek could win. He could win and have to face Amy and see her when her sister didn't come home. That was a new sort of fear. A cold creeping fear that Lallek hadn't ever thought of.
"Do you regret winning?" The message was more shaky than the last.
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Post by Seryna on Mar 30, 2012 13:05:51 GMT -5
"I don't regret living." Nettle decides, stating this heavily. "For a few days there; I forgot that there was anything beyond that terrible gnawing fear in my belly. That's why I left. The Cornucopia. The Feast..."
His partner, too. You remember. He never allied with her, had never spoken to any one in the games as far as you knew.
"It was good that it was an island arena."
He shook his head, trying to shake off the memories. You think his eyes look as though they are watering.
"What do you expect from the arena?"
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Post by mrbrightside on Mar 30, 2012 13:11:28 GMT -5
Lallek wasn't sure he could share the sentiment, but at the memory of how Nettle played the Game he looks down. Nettle wanted them to ally so that they wouldn't do what he had done. Lallek didn't blame him. If he survived, he was sure to do the same thing.
When Nettle tears up, Lallek realizes that he hasn't cried yet. Not this entire time. He wanted too so badly but the tears didn't come. Just like his voice they seemed to have failed him.
"Not islands. Hopefully a place with trees or water. Those are safe places."
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Post by Seryna on Mar 30, 2012 14:49:05 GMT -5
"Yeah, I have to agree with you there." Nettle managed, his throat still tight. He ignores it, continuing. "Trees will provide you with firewood, shelter and likely squirrels or something for food. But..." He paused, glancing to you. "Do you remember the #24th Hunger Games well?"
They had been just last year, but something in his voice made this question rote. You wonder how many times he has asked tributes this question. The fact that he was alone made you wonder what their answer had been.
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Post by mrbrightside on Apr 1, 2012 13:59:14 GMT -5
"Bits. They all start to become the same. I remember the arena." The sterile question is not missed on Lallek. Nettle would have to suffer through this every year. Asking the same questions, trying to prepare the different tributes with similar stories. For a moment Lallek worries if he would have to do the same and he knows the answer is yes.
It is draining and the effects of all this are beginning to show. The hype of selection is wearing off. A dark exhaustion filled his body and the lines in his face are getting longer and harder. For a moment Lallek wonders what the beds are like on the monstrous train, but then he moves his eyes back to the former winner. There was wisdom left for him this night.
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Post by Seryna on Apr 1, 2012 22:33:44 GMT -5
"The same," Nettle prods. "- interesting. The arena is what I wanted to mention. You remember that the Woods held the bear cats... and then the flood came. The woods provide resources, but nowhere in the arena is safe. " He reminds you. "Now lets talk about the training center..."
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