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Katniss Everdeen ([personal profile] stillplaying) wrote in [community profile] riverviewlogs2017-03-15 04:35 pm

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who: katniss everdeen + [OPEN]
what: general catch-all / out-and-about
when: mid-March and on
where: inhabited area + along the wall
warnings: n/a

She's traded one Game for another. A new arena in place of the one that had started to become familiar. It's been a few days now and she hasn't grown any more comfortable with that fact. Katniss hadn't liked the Alpha Complex. Far, far from. As arenas go, this one seems infinitely better. There's sun. Forest. Fresh air. That she can be above ground again makes up for all future dangers at the moment. But there's one thing the horrible Complex had that made life worth living again. Prim had been there. Her sister had been a part of the Computer's Games, but she had been alive and well.

Prim isn't here. It's enough to make her wonder if it had even been real. The Computer had claimed memories of their lives had been little more than glitches. Prim's arrival had helped to convince her otherwise. Now she's not sure. Had that been real? A hallucination? Had she still been in Panem that entire time, stuck in the hospital as her body slowly recovered from the skin grafts and burns? Those are back. The orange jumpsuit she still wears thankfully keeps most of them hidden.

Although she's been assigned to floor 2 in the community house, Katniss is rarely there. There are too many people, new and unfamiliar and therefore untrustworthy. She feels too disoriented to bother reaching out. She misses Prim far too much. Is her sister still in Alpha? Had she ever really been there? At least, without Katniss there to distract her, Prim might be safe. She had done an awful job protecting Prim there. Worse in Panem. That's another reason why it's better to keep to herself for now. She only gets people hurt, doesn't she?

So Katniss spends most of her time walking along the southern part of the inner wall, eyeing the deciduous forest with longing. That's something familiar. Something real and solid and all Katniss wants to do is lose herself within the foliage. She wants to hunt. Wants to bury the grief that eats at her every day within the area outside of the wall. When was the last time she could do that? Spend hours in the forest with her bow and quiver as she seeks out the night's dinner. If she's going to do that, she'll have to change her clothes. She's too conspicuous in the orange jumpsuit.

Although it's not nearly as comfortable a surrounding, she forces herself to explore the entertainment and shopping area. Supposedly she has a month's salary. A month until she has to find a job to support herself with. For now, she needs clothes and boots that will let her hike. And she needs a bow. Maybe then, she'll start to feel safe.
staystrong: (sunset)

inner wall

[personal profile] staystrong 2017-03-16 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
"You know you can go out if you want." Clementine had stopped to watch Katniss for a few moments, curious about a girl who looked like she might have just stepped out of prison. She's caught the way she's looking out toward the woods, and she figures this assumption of the other's wishes is as good as any. "They won't really stop you."

Clementine has been out briefly herself a couple times when the area looked calm. She isn't as well armed as she'd like to be, so she hasn't gone far, but it isn't hard at all just to get past the gate. They'll warn people, but ultimately everyone is allowed to make their own choices.

She isn't going out right now. At the moment she's carrying a couple two by fours over one shoulder, intending to dump them into a nearby wheel barrow with some other building supplies. There's still a lot of work to do on repairing her house, but the whole process has been surprisingly therapeutic.
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[personal profile] staystrong 2017-03-17 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"That's to keep things out." Clementine has been trapped in places a couple times, but not usually for long. She's far more used to walls being built to keep out dangers like walkers and bandits. It takes more reinforcement to keep out a walking corpse than you might think, and it only takes one broken board to get someone killed.

"You know, the monsters? You might not have seen any yet. There's a second fence further out but it's kind of glitchy so a lot of them make it through. This one's stronger." She can't put all of her faith in it, of course. That's why she's trying to make sure she's always prepared in the event of an invasion.

The monsters here are different. She prefers them, in a strange way, because when she looks at one she isn't seeing something that used to be human. If she gets bitten by one and manages to live, she doesn't have to worry about becoming one herself.
Edited 2017-03-17 03:07 (UTC)
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[personal profile] staystrong 2017-03-21 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, there's animals. Aren't enough monsters to run them all out, I guess. You can probably do some hunting if you want. If there's laws against it, I don't know about them." She's done a little hunting herself, just to try it out here. She needs to know that's an option in case regular supplies or money run short. She may never believe that sort of preparation isn't necessary.

"But yeah, the fence is to keep things out. That's why there's a perimeter guard. Some of the people that were brought in like us work in it too. But they'll let you go out." Because like she's said, it's not their job to keep people in. The risk is theirs to take.
staystrong: (smile)

[personal profile] staystrong 2017-03-22 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." Clementine can't help but smirk and nod to the pile of stuff in her wheelbarrow. "If you haven't noticed, I'm something of a scavenger. There's a lot of abandoned buildings out there with useful equipment."

It's not really theft if no one has any claim to it, right? She's used to living in a world that's become far more abandoned than occupied.

She's not stupid, though. She knows how small she is and how big some of the monsters are. As long as she doesn't get too far from the main city on her own she thinks she should be okay. She might be small and some of those monsters are quite large, but that just means it's easier for her to hide. And if she does manage to kill one? Some of those parts are useful too. Some people will pay well for a strange animal pelt - if she doesn't feel like using them herself, that is.
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[personal profile] staystrong 2017-03-28 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Clementine." She smiles back. It may be too soon to get her hopes up, but ti would be nice to make acquaintances here that she doesn't have to worry about dying any time in the near future.

She's not from this world, no, but she'll take one moderately safe city over a world full of zombies any day. This place is more alive than any place she's been to in a long time, and it's refreshing. She's just waiting for something to go wrong but hoping it won't. It's about time something goes right for her for a change.

"Be careful if you do go out, though."
greatcleavage: (typical really)

Shopping

[personal profile] greatcleavage 2017-03-16 02:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Bows, fortunately, are not terribly difficult to find -- the more so when a tall man in armor and bearing a huge sword on his back is standing in the middle of a shop, testing the flex on one particular specimen thoughtfully. He needed a ranged attack, to be sure, and while he was still attempting to develop one with his sword, progress was poor, especially here and now.

"Solid but not enough draw weight," he muttered, half to himself, as he let the bow relax. Seeing the girl looking for her own weapon, he offered it over for her consideration.
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[personal profile] greatcleavage 2017-03-17 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fair enough," Roy said, leaning slightly to put the bow back on the hooks that supported it for display. This weapon shop was close enough to what he expected one to look like that he had no difficulty shopping there, even if some of the weapons were strange and unusual, and even if some of the choices in presentation left something to be desired. "This would be a lot easier if they'd just label them by maximum Strength bonus... and I have to admit I'm baffled by some of the material these are made out of." Fiberglass. Carbon fiber. Aluminum?

And don't even get him started on compound bows, which he appraised with the same skeptical confusion that any weapon with so many excessive moving parts deserved.
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[personal profile] greatcleavage 2017-03-22 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mmm." Roy could debate that, and would be perfectly willing to if the girl seemed at all interested in doing so. She very much did not. So questions of perceived danger, covering fire, pinning an enemy down and forcing them to compensate for ranged weapons, enemy size, and so forth... he'll just leave that all to the side for now. "True, but on the one hand, making certain I'm getting the full advantage of my strength in the draw is just good sense... and on the other, if I get a bow that's too weak, I could wreck it just in the course of normal usage. Really, I just need something for use on the walls."

One can't hit creatures with a greatsword from that position, after all. It makes perimeter guarding a bit difficult.
greatcleavage: (sometimes things do go right?)

[personal profile] greatcleavage 2017-03-27 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"I need one I'm not going to break." That was, in fact, a legitimate concern -- being a tall person, he had a long draw length, and a bow that was unprepared for the raw strength he could put into it were he really trying could very well splinter.

By the time she's launched her arrow, Roy had finally made it over to the range himself, holding a composite recurve bow that a few tentative pulls had convinced him would stand up. "That was a really nice shot," he said, as he nocked an arrow. "I'm guessing bows are your weapon of choice?"
threatenwithcuteness: (306-051 Mr Loverboy)

Communal Housing

[personal profile] threatenwithcuteness 2017-03-16 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Lola made it a point to know everyone, or try to. So anyone that avoided the floor but had a bed, well, if Lola did spot them she had to at least try to talk to them. Figure out what their issue was, make it work.

Which leads to now, and Lola spotting Katniss. "Hey, hey! Wait up! Are you the person who keeps avoiding your bed on Floor 2?" Lola was tiny, well dressed (even after being here), and kept her hair this perfectly brushed set of blue lockes. But the little signs of her hair growing were visble at her scalp, unfortunately.
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[personal profile] threatenwithcuteness 2017-03-17 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Answering questions with questions is rude, you know. So is scowling. And being antisocial and never being around... Honestly if Lola thought this through she'd realize this is a terrible idea she should not be doing. But thinking things through wasn't her strongsuit, so here we are. She jumps back at how unfriendly that response is. Nobody else she's talked with on floor 2 has been that rude to her.

"I, just wanted to make sure everyone is okay. And if there was anyway we can all make this living together thing easier. You're like the third person who doesn't sleep in one of the beds and the only girl my age." Lola Pacini wanted everyone to at least not attack everyone. Which, sure, wasn't a thing that ever happened. But she also wanted her own reality show and that wasn't happening either. "I'm Lola. I kinda do most of the cooking because, I know how to cook things. If that might help you stick around long enough to say more than one word."

Lola's definitely intimidated, but she isn't actually letting it stop her like it used to. Grace was honestly way more intimidating than Katniss seems, and she turned out okay. And all the boys seemed to be sweethearts made of impossible levels of tall muscle. So... how bad can this go?
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[personal profile] threatenwithcuteness 2017-03-20 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Why?" Lola parroted back the question. Why would someone be worried about others? Lola looked more worried than scared. Concern played over her features instantly. "You're trapped here, like me. Why wouldn't I be concerned about someone who is in the same situation as me?"

The idea of not caring about someone was easy, she understood it. She understood not getting attached, people leave. People leave and you never know why. But it was empty, and lonely, to just move around only caring about yourself. And Lola never wanted to feel that again. "I can get to know you. And aren't you caring about me, by telling me to care about myself?"

Lola can, on occasion, be clever.
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[personal profile] threatenwithcuteness 2017-03-22 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it seems like bad advice. Being alone sucks and you end up alone if you only care about yourself," Lola's so good at softballing her opinion. So good at it, great even. No, the other thing. Awful.

This girl was definitely on the 'something else' spectrum of the world, no matter how normal she looked Lola was pretty sure 'normal' wasn't the word for this girl. "I can't force you to stick around, but if you want a meal I usually cook a lot of food here and just leave it for everyone else. But... will you at least tell me your name before you run off?"

The sorta pleading look in her eye says she really wants that proper introduction, or as close to proper as Lola got. She'd prefer to have an email address to send a friend request, but that felt like it wouldn't be a thing.
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[personal profile] threatenwithcuteness 2017-03-27 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Changing Lola is a lot more work than one might think, influencing her to be anything but what she is might as well not be on the table. This is who she is, she hasn't learned to stop caring about people. Not really.

People don't like grief, they don't like accepting these things. That bad things happen. Lola wasn't quite sure why, it was a part of them right? Bad things happen, you can't just ignore them when they happen to you. Right?

"Meat? Is that a cultural thing I don't get or... just you being weird?" She didn't get it, she didn't mind. New animals to cook were great. There were so many new flavors to mix and work with. "Anyway, I can do pretty well with anything. It'll be fun!"
duelo: (anim ♦ wolf ♦ transition back)

inner wall;

[personal profile] duelo 2017-03-16 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Derek has taken to his offered position on Perimeter Guard a lot more enthusiastically than he had to the one back in the Complex. Really, it's hard not to see why: how much enthusiasm could he really put forth for making sure people were "physically fit" per the standards of a goddamn machine that doesn't know any better? Here, his job is to protect Riverview and the people within its walls, not unlike his job back home had been to protect Beacon Hills and the unsuspecting humans within. At least, it had been for the better part of his life. His first pack was murdered, his second pack hadn't done much better; Scott McCall and his pack were doing the protecting these days and Derek didn't really have much of a place in that pack, from what he could tell. So after the evolution in Mexico, he'd decided not to go back to Beacon Hills. He hadn't made it quite to Cora by the time he'd ended up in Alpha Complex, but either way, back in Beacon Hills, there was a pack protecting the town. So he'd moved on. It feels good to have a place to protect again; it feels good to feel needed not just by one or two people, but by an entire city, whether they realize it or not. They don't need to acknowledge it for him to feel the pride that comes with taking care of them, anyway.

He's got little else to do with his free time these days. So when he's not on guard, he's exploring the general vicinity in a way that allows him a bit more freedom than the shifts he works do. Derek has a need to learn his surroundings and enjoy what freedom he suddenly seems to have. Here, the wall doesn't bother him because it's there to protect the people who can't protect themselves; not to keep everyone contained. Three weeks underground was enough containment for Derek, thank you very much.

At the moment, he's prowling the woods not too far outside the fence in his wolf form, mostly because he can. Largely, the area has been quiet and void of human life, but catching the scent of a human on a breeze has him turning back toward the wall, curious. He knows the scent, now, of most of the people on the guard at least in passing, but this one isn't one of those. He stays behind the brush to look initially, but it's impossible to miss the ORANGE jumpsuit, identical to the one he'd been wearing until a few days ago. Seeing her face, Derek almost wouldn't believe it, but the jumpsuit tells him what he needs to know and relief, however probably selfish it is, floods through him as he takes in a deep breath to memorize the scent he'd been unable to commit to memory in the Complex. Then, he shifts out of the wolf, keeping himself largely hidden from view — when he shifts out, he's naked and his clothes are still a good mile away where he'd stashed them, but Katniss is...shy about that sort of thing — before he speaks up, pushing his upper body through the brush so that she can see him. "...Katniss?" Part of him already knows, but he just needs to hear her say it. Just to be sure.
Edited 2017-03-16 23:49 (UTC)
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[personal profile] duelo 2017-03-17 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It occurs to Derek a few seconds too late that he should really warn her why he's hanging back, because he knows how uncomfortable she is with...this sort of thing. Derek is comfortable in his own skin and he's never been particularly bothered by nudity, so it only worries him that she'll be bothered when she realizes, but he doesn't stop her when she hugs him, because he missed her.

He gives her a squeeze and smiles into her hair, taking her scent in properly as he does so and he nods against the side of her head before answering. "It's real. I'm here, I'm right here," he promises. They've bonded over their issues and Derek understands where that question comes from, because of it. It's all he can do to assure her that this isn't in her imagination, although he imagines when she sees his state of undress, she might find it weird enough to be doubtful.

"Katniss, I'm...you kinda caught me at a bad time for a hug, just...can you promise me you won't freak out? And, for your own sake, maybe don't look down just yet?" he asks, sounding equal parts apologetic and amused as he loosens his hold on her, but doesn't step away.
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[personal profile] duelo 2017-03-24 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
At her realization, Derek smiles a little apologetically. It's less important to him that she not see the rest of him, but he knows that she's a lot more modest than that. The thing is...he'd told her about the whole werewolf thing, but he isn't really sure she believes it.

"It's okay, Katniss," he says fondly. "I just...I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I don't care. Nudity isn't really a big deal for me; it never has been. That sort of modesty isn't something I was brought up with." This is a man who thought nothing of seeing his mother or sister naked when they transitioned out of their full wolves, because he'd been raised not to really notice it beyond the action of giving them something with which to cover up once they'd come back out of it. This is a man who took on a Berserker with his bare hands while naked and surrounded by a handful of teenagers and hunters. Alcide has seen him naked. His younger sister has. Peter has. His own modesty is the last thing on his mind.

"I...listen, I do have clothes, but...they're kind of a ways out...do you want to wait here while I go back for them or...?" he offers. He can shift back into the wolf and race back to his clothes in maybe a minute or two and it'll take him a few more minutes to get back to her on two legs, but whatever makes her more comfortable he's okay with. "You could come with me if you want. I can shift back and then you won't...you know. Have to walk with me while I'm naked," he offers. "But...you'd have to walk with a wolf that can't talk to you for a while. It's up to you. I don't mind. I just don't want you to be uncomfortable."
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[personal profile] duelo 2017-03-26 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
When she parrots the word back to him, Derek nods slowly, uncertain whether she's forgotten what he'd told her, whether the memory has been forcibly taken from her — because that's a thing that's possible in the Complex, from what he gathered — or whether she's just trying to process it now that it's something he could be potentially proving to her rather than simply telling her about. He's quiet for a moment while he watches her face and he smiles just a little once she seems to decide a few seconds before she speaks.

"Okay," he says agreeably enough. If she wants to see it, then he'll show her. Derek gently extricates his wrist from her hold and takes a little step back. "After I do it, follow me, okay? Alcide and I stashed clothes in a few places out here, so we're not far from one of my stashes. I'll make sure you can keep up," he assures her, a reminder mostly to himself not to take off running just because he can.

With that Derek takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as he closes his eyes and rolls his neck on his shoulders to stretch a little. At first, nothing happens; at least, that's probably what it looks like to Katniss. To Derek, he's slipping into the mindset and finding his focus point. And then, just like that, in only a few seconds worth of time, Derek goes from a man standing upright and smoothly fades into an especially hairy man standing upright, to a wolf standing on its hind legs before finally dropping forward onto all fours. His eyes light up as he looks up at her and he bows his head just slightly as if to remind her that he isn't a threat just because he looks like one. He's still Derek in there.
duelo: (anim ♦ wolf ♦ eyes)

[personal profile] duelo 2017-03-27 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Katniss's response is not too far from what he expected to see. She could have believed him completely that he's a werewolf and still actually seeing it right in front of her eyes is going to be a shock. It isn't something that an average human being can do and she's only know him as exactly that this whole time. He's careful to hold very still to keep from frightening her while she processes what she's seeing and can accept it for what it is: real. She struggles with that, sometimes, he remembers; what's real and what isn't.

She takes a step forward and then kneels down in front of him and Derek sits back on his haunches, rather than continuing to stand there which, as far as he can tell, would put him in a much easier position to attack than if he's sitting. He wants to make sure that she realizes fully that he's really still in here underneath all the fur and fangs, and he isn't going to hurt her.

As she rests a hand on his head, he lifts his head slightly into her touch. He's feeling significantly more relaxed knowing that she does, in fact, recognize that he's in here, even if it's a lot to take in just to look at it for the first time. If he could laugh at her comment about the hunting, he would. He's probably a better hunter than she is if only because she probably can't chase her prey anywhere near as fast as he can. Then again, maybe she doesn't have to; maybe she's good enough that she wouldn't need to chase it. ...admittedly, half the fun for Derek is the chase, in this form.

Derek gets back to his feet again, tail swishing as he turns in a circle and starts to lead her further into the woods to find the stash of clothes he's left. It's a good mile out, so it's probably going to take a good twenty or thirty minutes to get there, but the longer they stand around in the clearing, the longer she's going to be without someone to talk to. Derek stays close to her, largely at her side and only just slightly ahead. If she were to reach out with her dominant hand, she'd still be able to reach his back at about her hip level.
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[personal profile] duelo 2017-03-28 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It doesn't escape Derek's notice that she stays close and keeps a hand on him even as she walks in silence beside him. He has a feeling that she's trying to tell herself that it's real; this place and him, both looking normal and looking like an animal. It's a lot for anyone to wrap their head around and he knows that, but it's probably especially true for Katniss, who has already been through so much. A person's mind can only bend to so many whims before it snaps, after all. He's hoping he won't be that snapping point.

The walk goes on for about half an hour, which isn't much longer than Derek had thought it would take, before he finds the spot where he's hidden his clothes and he breaks away from Katniss to duck into the brush to shift back into human form. Once he's transitioned back out, Derek gets dressed and looks back out from the brush.

"You okay?" he asks, just to be certain, as he makes his way back into sight again. He'd rather wait to make sure that she's not still processing it all and dizzy with reality before he tries to hug her again. Which, quite frankly, he'd really like to be doing just now. So long as it's not as the expense of her comfort. ...again.
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[personal profile] duelo 2017-03-31 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
This time when Katniss hugs him, Derek doesn't show any reproach. He hugs her back and pulls her closer, smiling a little. At least she's laughing; he'd prefer laughter to panic. There are plenty of ways she could've reacted to seeing what she's just seen and most of the ones that come to mind when he thinks about that are negative. There's more than a little relief in the fact that she went with a more positive response, instead.

Derek strokes her hair, smoothing it against the back of her head in a gesture he hopes she finds at least a little bit soothing, if not reassuring. "I know, but I promise...this is real. I'm real. This place is real. No more soylent, no more stupid jumpsuits. No more being told our memories are 'glitches' and that everything under the sun could get us arrested and torn apart," he promises.

Just them in this place and this place isn't home but Derek is fine with that. This place is better, anyway. He finally releases her and takes a step back, his hands still on her arms to keep in contact with her. "...is Prim here, too, then?" he asks. He never did get to meet her...
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Community house

[personal profile] whattingawhat 2017-03-17 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Buffy still isn't used to all the people on floor 2. It's early evening when she walks back onto the floor hoping that Lola has made some kind of food or at least stashed some leftovers in the fridge. She finds some kind of roast meat there and eats it cold with her fingers as she starts toward her bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees someone that looks familiar. That grabs her attention because Derek was just asking about Katniss the other day. She changes direction, moving toward her.

"Katniss? Buffy, I was in Alpha with you. I mean--I think I was. Maybe you don't know me."
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[personal profile] whattingawhat 2017-03-23 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)

Buffy remembers vaguely that she and Katniss spoke about sisters, but she believes it was before Prim arrived because they'd talked about the pain of losing them. Regardless, it's not out of the realm of possibility that Prim would be here or might arrive here at some point in the future. Buffy is still trying to decide if this place is safe enough for Dawn. Home isn't safe, but there are people there that love Dawn and can keep her safe.

Oh good. There won't be any awkward introductions or explanations the way there had been when she'd met both versions of Steve. Buffy wouldn't have minded being hugged, but she remembers Katniss was a little gunshy about being touched so she doesn't initiate it. When she smiles crookedly at Buffy, Buffy returns the smile. "It's good to see you again, too. Are you settling in okay? When did you arrive? Where are you staying?"

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[personal profile] whattingawhat 2017-03-28 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)

Very similar. Buffy had once threatened to quit the whole saving the world gig if Dawn died, and she would have done (still would). Instead, she'd died for her sister rather than sacrifice her sister. She can say it was to save the world, but she knows better. That just makes the people around her feel better if they think it was to save the world. Buffy understands that line of thought; she feels the same way about Dawn.

She nods in response. She hadn't arrived much sooner than that. It's a whole lot at once and Buffy gets that as well. It's good that Katniss is more willing to talk. It means she's made progress. "Oh! That's the one I'm in too. I'll look for you."

Though, within a very short amount of time, she's going to be moving to the abandoned apartment building of Derek's. She simply doesn't know that yet.

ragnarsson: (Default)

Inner wall

[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-03-24 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Ivar's out exploring the landscape of the place, checking for weak spots as part of his job on the Perimeter Guard. If anything is trying to get through, it's his job to push it back through or kill it. To that end, he's got a throwing ax strapped to his back for easy access. When he notices Katniss, he doesn't say anything for a minute, instead watching her watching the forest.

"Keep staring at it like that and you might burn a hole through one of the trees." The curiously accented voice comes from the teen just a little younger that Katniss herself in archaic clothes and sitting in a camo-colored wheelchair nearby. Despite his obvious disability, there's a general air of toughness that surrounds him. He'll stab anyone who so much as looks at him wrong.
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[personal profile] ragnarsson 2017-03-27 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd hope not. I'm already dealing with enough magic-users as it is." Three on one floor. How did he end up so lucky? At least there was never a dull day.

Ivar wheels himself a little closer to Katniss, staring at her in silence just long enough for the moment to become uncomfortable. He's taking her in, judging her in the observant way that he so often does to people around him. It's a habit he's had ever since he was a small child. His eyes, strange with their light blue sclera as well as blue pupils, don't blink. Whatever he sees in her face, he seems to approve of. "What is your name?" He asks her.