I like knives

Hold up.

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 00:39:13 -0400

Jealous? C’mon.

I’ll let you take care of her when the time comes, deal?

Yeah okay fair enough.

Hold up.

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 00:26:09 -0400

Don’t worry, I’m not playing the little teenage romance again. It’s not my style.

But yeah. I guess we’ll have to see at training.

Yeah okay…

Hold up.

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 00:20:03 -0400

cato-andhissword:

Calm down. I didn’t say we were taking her okay, I was proposing. I would never promise anything without talking to you guys first.

She’s from District 9. Now I know that she wasn’t trained like us and everything, but we could at least look at it.

I assume it’s worth looking at. She? Whatever as long as you don’t try that glimmer strategy again. If she can keep up with us and isn’t afraid to kill.. well we’ll see at training.

Hold up.

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 00:12:20 -0400

cato-andhissword:

We’re just talking. I was going to tell you, don’t worry.

I just thought that since Glimmer was gone, we could use someone else.

Sure sure. If you say so.

What district are they from?

Hold up.

Wed, 04 Apr 2012 00:08:32 -0400

Are alliances being made.. with out me? What is this?

I guess I should stop the fox act and start making friends...Hi?

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 22:08:01 -0400

redhair-ambereyes:

What if that one place had been the difference between Victor and second?

True.. very true.

I guess I should stop the fox act and start making friends...Hi?

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 21:47:16 -0400

redhair-ambereyes:

I do believe I got further than you last games, and I did have allies, they just got themselves killed in the bloodbath.

By what? One place. Pish that’s nothing.

I guess I should stop the fox act and start making friends...Hi?

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 21:31:29 -0400

Might be a good idea. I mean if you want to get farther in the next games.

Wait.. we're alive? || Clove & Cato

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 16:59:41 -0400

cato-andhissword:

Cato’s face grew serious as Clove expressed how she felt about seeing his death, which didn’t surprised him one bit. If he could, he would erase the memory of her dead body in his arms too, so he couldn’t blame her for not wanting to watch it. “Don’t worry,” he said, replacing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. “You don’t have to watch it. I won’t let them show it to you, okay? I promise.”

He let his hand linger a bit longer on her cheek, liking the way her soft skin felt on his rough one. Unfortunately, his stupid comment from earlier got her whole attitude to change in heartbeat. Cato laughed as he watched her get upset about it, unaware that she was pretty cute when she was angry. “Yes they are,” he protested, still laughing, as he grabbed one of her hands and place in on his, palm to palm, so that he could show her to difference between them. His fingers were almost an inch and a half longer than hers, and that was without mentionning the size of them. “See? Baby hands.”

He gave her the most cocky yet most childish smile he could find and watched as she turned around, refusing to speak to him. He raised an eyebrow, quite amused at her also very child-like attitude. “Time out?” he said, but he was shushed by a sixteen(?) years old baby. “Seriously?”

Cato started at the back of her head for a whole minute, silent. He knew she was only being silly, but it got him to thinking. He could only recall one time where Clove had really been angry at him, and even though he couldn’t explain why at the time, he remembered spending two days without knowing how to deal with himself. It had been a couple months before the reaping, when Clove and him had grown closer and he saw her nearly everyday, not imagining what it would be like if she wasn’t there. He knew why she had been angry too now, he realized. One of his friends had made a quite rude comment about a girl, her being so unimportant he couldn’t even remember her name. But he knew what had happened with her and how his friend had talked about it, while Clove was near enough to hear. When it happened he thought she was mad because of the way his friend was talking about girls in general, and how Cato hadn’t said anything to contradict him. The story seemed different now that things had changed between them.

He didn’t like when she was angry at him.

“Hey,” he whispered, getting his face closer to her neck. She didn’t bulge, which started to annoy him, so he brought his body closer as well, hoping that she would turn around. “Is time out over?” he asked.

She still didn’t say anything. She was obviously enjoying making him suffer, and although that was somewhat amusing, he decided to turn things around. Cato always prefered to be in control of the situation. His hands met her hips long enough for him to turn her around, forcing her to look at him. She looked stunned as he smirked at her, knowing that she hadn’t been expecting him to do that. She was in for a big surprise.

“Don’t do that,” he said, gently placing his forehead on hers. “You’re here now. I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

He had said that firmly, a statement that left no room for discussion. A quick glance at her lips and he knew he had to do it so she would understand. That’s when he brought his face even closer and brought his lips to hers, giving her a quick yet meaningful kiss that he had longed for ever since that very first one in the forest. He hoped now she understood.

“Good.” She nodded and smiled a bit. She knew they would probably make all the tributes watch it at some point. Clove decided she would just be suddenly sick that day or something.

Clove was going to be stubborn about this whole thing. She really didn’t care how childish she seemed, she wanted him to respect her and well not call her hands tiny. She knew he was going to give in sooner or later as long as she waited it out. Maybe she would even get another sorry out of him. Three in one day that would be a new record. She felt his breath on her neck as he spoke and gulped. Ignore it Clove, she said to herself. Just ignore it. So she did, barely, and bit her lip staring at the wall. A few minutes passed and she started to feel his arms creep up around her waist. “Hey no- ” She blinked because all of a sudden she wasn’t staring at the wall anymore, nope she now had a much better view of those icy blue orbs. “Time out isn’t over.” She shook her head and was about to turn back around when he pulled her closer and rested his forehead on hers. She didn’t say anything. Just stayed silent doing what Clove did best, not showing her emotions. But then something odd happened she actually did show something. Slowly but surely a small smile crept onto her face, not a smirk, no this was definitely a smile. She nodded. “I trust you..”

Clove spoke almost at a whisper and after she said it she has no clue why she did. Of course everything was telling her to trust him but on the same side everything was telling her not too. This was the guy who was trained to kill. Would he have stabbed her in the back during the games if it had come down to that? She hoped not and doubted it. But Marvel? His closest ally? Probably. She gulped not wanting to think about it because on the same hand she was trained to kill too. She just hoped this wasn’t some act to get her week before the games. Clove was a good competitor and she knew it, so maybe that was his strategy here.

For now she would just have to trust him, she already had said she would die so he could be victor so that cancelled out the threat thing right? Unless he didn’t believe her. Cloves whole train of thought was interrupted however by something completely unexpected. She blinked up at him slightly wide eyed after he kissed her not sure what to say. Of course she liked him, of course she wanted to be with him. Admitting that though made her seem weak and dependent on him. Those were both two things Clove definitely was not and she didn’t want all of Panem to see her that way.

She did that nervous lip bite thing again, staying silent for a few moments before finally sighing and nodding. “I like you too.”

always!

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 16:32:23 -0400

always!

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Wait.. we're alive? || Clove & Cato

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 00:53:55 -0400

cato-andhissword:

Cato thought back at how things were and how they were now. He didn’t know what he prefered. It had been easy before, he did everything right and he was always the best and things went well for him, more than well, perfect. Clove was his friend. They cared about one another.

Now what? He was far from home. He was a threat, but he wasn’t the best, not at everything and not against everyone. He wasn’t special, there were twenty three others just like him. Things were going okay. But Clove wasn’t just a friend anymore, on his part anyway. And he cared about her more than he remembered caring about anyone else. She was right there in his arms and he knew there was nowhere he would have rathered been than here, with her, just like this.

“Me too,” he said, almost in a whisper. Clove hadn’t been there when he had died but he was thinking about her, and how happy he was that she didn’t get to see him like this. Now, she would. They would probably have to watch a replay of the games once they got out, and Clove would see him get eaten by dogs, as well as holding on to her body when she had died herself. How he had asked her to stay with him. His face betraying how the idea of being without her destroyed him. He didn’t know if she knew that, if she was still alive when that had happened.

Cato smiled. She was such a smartass, he thought. However, he realized, she’d probably gotten that trait of character from hanging out with him too much. “Please, there is no way in hell you would hit me hard enough for me to pass out,” he said, knowing that she was going to hate him for it but couldn’t stop himself. “You’re so small with your baby fists.”

He laughed, anticipating her reaction. He loved teasing her like that, it’s what made everything so light-hearted in their relationship. It was clear that they had never been normal teenagers, but they had found a way to make it liveable, fun even, together. That didn’t happen very often in District Two.

That didn’t happen very often at all. But hey had managed to do that, and Cato felt a warm feeling in his chest when he thought about it. She made everything seem better.

Cloves eyes got kind of big and she shook her head. “I don’t want to see it. I’m fine with never seeing it. Please don’t make me watch it.” She really didn’t though, being mulled by giant dogs seemed like a horrible way to die. He had to be there when she died but luckily she didn’t have to be there for his. For that she was thankful and if it was her choice she would never watch it. In fact she planned on living the rest of her life denying that either one of them had died at all. Technically they hadn’t considering they were both here right now.

Cloves entire look on her face changed from worried and nervous to angry and bitchy Clove in a matter of seconds. “Please I know all your weaknesses you idiot. And my hands are not that small.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes a little. “I could hurt you if I wanted too.. I just don’t want to.” Getting an idea she rolled stuck out her tongue and rolled over. “Don’t talk to me your in time out.”

She knew she was being childish, she also knew it was stupid, but it would have an effect on him and certainly make him kind of mad. They liked to get under each others skin. That’s just what they did to each other, and it didn’t matter because however stupid and annoying it was they both loved it about one another. She started to hear something come out of his mouth and held up a hand. “No talking.” She shrugged and laughed a little. “This is your fault, deal with it.” Laughing even more she crossed her arms.

Messing with him kind of started becoming a daily thing before the games. He was so easy for her to play with it wasn’t even funny. But then again she was also easy for him to play with to. Everything she did he would come back with something else. Today though she was winning and it felt good for once.

Clove shivered a little thinking back to watching the games, she didn’t even want to see her own death. Honestly she didn’t want to see herself kill anyone. Sure they were trained to do it, their whole entire lives in fact. The problem was she was supposed to have blocked out her feelings before the games, become some sort of inhuman person. Welp Cato didn’t let that happen and now she felt.. guilty maybe? Not that strong of a word but close.

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Tue, 03 Apr 2012 00:32:08 -0400

pbjsandwitch: “I honestly hate you sometimes.” “I know.”

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 00:15:03 -0400

pbjsandwitch:

“I honestly hate you sometimes.”

“I know.”

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Mon, 02 Apr 2012 23:36:15 -0400

Wait.. we're alive? || Clove & Cato

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:48:58 -0400

cato-andhissword:

Cato raised an eyebrow but felt himself smirk. That girl didn’t make any sense. She made every effort to seem laid back about the situation but the two teenagers knew perfectly well that none of them were. He was confused more than ever, always on his toes as to how Clove would react to anything he did, said, or showed in the little emotional range he owned. Always on the edge of his seat as to what was going to happen. Somehow that seemed far more exciting than any games.

“You know there was nothing really happening between me and Glimmer,” he stated, growing serious. He hadn’t actually thought Clove would need reassuring about that, especially after that moment they had shared right before the reaping. It was a strategy, nothing more, and she knew that. Even Glimmer knew it, even if Cato had had the impression a couple times that she had grown to like to situation they had created. Nonetheless, Cato had found in Glimmer a pretty good ally, but not a lover. Not a real one. “I didn’t come back for her,” he continued, looking away. The look she was giving him was getting harder to hold. “I came back for you. But I… I was too late, and…” he said, losing his voice. He felt like hitting himself in the face for how lame he was being, and he was glad that he wasn’t looking at her. She was probably thinking that too. “I was too late and I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

He sighed, shaking his head. He wanted to catch the words he had just said before they reached her ears, but in a way he was glad he had said it. Now she knew, how horrible he felt about himself for not getting to her in time, for not going in her place even. If he’d gone, he would have kill the girl from District Twelve and they would have won, and he wouldn’t have had to see Clove die.

“If you do want to leave, I’d understand,” he concluded, pressing his lips together.

But she didn’t. He watched her long dark hair fall on her shoulders as she played with it. He stayed silent for a moment, watching her trying to escape the conversation. When she looked at him her look had changed and he had the impression that she felt bad about something. He didn’t object when she laid back down on him and turned himself slightly on his side so that he could wrap both his arms around her tiny stature.

“You can punch me if you want, I can take it,” he laughed, but only for a moment. “It’d make me feel better about kicking your ass.”

Clove sighed realizing how awkward she had been that night. She knew she didn’t really give any sort of reaction after those kisses and she didn’t really know why. Clove had never really been good at showing emotions but at that point it was kind of important that she did. Maybe she was simply stunned at the fact that he had kissed her or maybe it was just due to the fact that she actually liked it. In the back of her mind though there was always that thought that the reaping was the next day. Maybe that was the reason. She knew he was going to volunteer, he kept bragging about it during training to all the other kids. That must have been it, the realization that that could possibly be the last time she would ever see him.

She snapped out of her thinking and listened to him. She zoned back out again after a minute though. It was all stuff she already knew. ‘I don’t like her.’ ‘It was just a strategy.’ Same old stuff he told her before the games started. Clove blinked though hearing the word sorry. Sorry? Cato was never sorry for anything. She furrowed her eyebrows a little shaking her head. “No no I don’t blame you for that. We had a plan you stuck to it.” She bit her lip for a second. “I knew you were to far away… since we’re being honest.” She crossed her arms over her chest resuming that nervous lip bite for a moment before continuing. “I just wanted you to know you were the last thing I was thinking about before I… yeah.” Clove didn’t really like to think about the fact that she died so she decided she wouldn’t ever use the word.

She answered his leaving question by simply laying back down and allowed a little smile when he wrapped his arms around her again. All thoughts about Glimmer started to fly out the window when he looked at her like that.

Clove rolled her eyes a little and shook her head. “I don’t want to punch you. Especially because in this state I think you might pass out with a simple punch. We wouldn’t want that now would we?” She raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing on her lips.

In that moment she knew everything was going to be okay. That everything was going to be the way the world intended it to be. The capitol screwed up fate with the hunger games. Obviously they were meant to be together.. and now they could. Well hopefully, she thought to herself. All the tributes, they could all live normal lives. Everyone could find jobs, get married, have kids without worrying that the hunger games will take their lives. Course the capitol will probably make all their kids participate in the games one year for the entertainment, but at least they will now know that they wont actually die. Just lose some memories and come out of it a little injured. Speaking of which she had kind of forgotten about the slash on his stomach glancing down she blinked, it looked shockingly better then it had five minutes ago. Well that’s the capitol for you.

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Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:19:07 -0400

And I’d do anything to make you stay.

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:18:53 -0400

And I’d do anything to make you stay.

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