The news that his best friend, Nathan, was at the Games came as a total shock to Ives. At first Ives found himself to be relaxed and even a little relieved. His friend would be here to help him get his shit together. But the closer Ives got to his best friend’s cabin, the tighter the knot in his stomach would be. Even Ives knew that there was no way that he would be able to survive. His best friend was going to have to watch him die.
His footsteps sounded hollow to his ears as they slapped along the marble flooring. He didn’t even feel like he was in his own body by the time he got to the mahogany door. With his fist, he rapped on it’s frame, plastering a soft smile to his face. Let the Games begin.
“There’s nothing we can do, I guess.” Clove shrugs, not really wanting to talk about it. Being at the Capitol made her rethink everything differently. She knew that many of the thoughts that she was thinking could get her killed. Everything here can get you killed. The Games get you killed, obviously.
Ives frowned, but respected her space. “Was there something you wanted to talk about?” He knew how she was feeling. Most of them knew that they were going to die. At the beginning, all the Careers assumed that they would win, but when they finally got here, it was almost reverse.
Peetniss is getting so awkward and adorable. :)
Wanna know why? Because Peeta can “play” the ukulele. ;)
Devi ripped the ornaments from her hair and stomped out of the room where her stylists were trying to put her ginger hair up again. She heard someone yelling after her, but she ignored them, getting out as fast as possible. She didn’t want any of these things in her hair, she didn’t want to hear about dyes anymore, she didn’t want to be poked and prodded and pinched and plucked anymore. This was, so far, the worst part of the games. That and the lack of freedom these days. Not that she’d been exceptionally free in District 7, but it was worse here. So much worse.
She continued stomping until she found a patch of grass and sank onto it, missing simple contact with plants. She curled down to it, bent to smell the earth beneath her. Oh how she missed home.
Ives had just been wandering the halls when someone, a ginger for that matter, zipped passed him. What the… Ives rushed to follow the gingery ghost, only to see her run outside and collapse onto the grass. The sight was strange. No, it was stranger than strange. It was completely bizarre. Clearing his throat, he waited for her to look up at him.
When he did, he sent a quirky half smile her way. “I take it you miss… Grass?” Shaking his head, Ives laughed, “I’m kidding. Nice to meet you, by the way. I’m Ives. Ives Warren. District 4.”
Clove looks at Ives, trying to read his facial expressions. “They’re scared, that there will be another rebellion. Like there was in district thirteen.” It was ironic really, that the Capitol was scared of everyone else. They were suppose to be the ones that everyone was scared of, not the other way around,
Ives nodded. “I don’t doubt that they’re afraid. Without us, they have nothing. They can’t function without us. That’s why I don’t understand why they murder us. One day, someone’s just going to snap and-” Ives punched one fist into his other hand. Grinning, he laughed, “I mean, come on. Don’t they realize that, after what happened to Thirteen, we don’t want another rebellion?”
Clove shrugs “Because they’re in charge. They don’t have to follow the same rules as us. They just get to live the life of luxury.” Clove knew this wasn’t fair, but she also knew that this is probably how it will always be. There are many things in Panem that simply didn’t make sense. Even so, everyone followed the rules, in fear of what would happen if they didn’t.
Ives frowned, “Well, that’s stupid.” He felt like a five year old, but he didn’t care. That was how he felt. “You’d think that they would relax after you know, 74 years.” He shook his head at his own though. He was praying that they’d change their minds, not that it would ever actually happen.
Clove nods. “I agree.” Clove says thinking of all the things that she may never get to do. “It’s almost not fair. When you think about it.” Clove wasn’t scared to say what was on her mind, knowing that there was nobody watching them up on the roof. She looks down at the roads of the Capitol, wishing more than anything that she would have been born here.
Ives thought about his family and frowned. “How come you think that the Capitol never has to give up two children?” His voice was small and meek, completely uncharacteristic of himself. “I mean, technically, it’s only fair.” He laced his fingers together in front of him. It was probably a silly question, but it was one that had always bothered him.
Clove let out a laugh “Of course it was obvious. That’s why people are scared of me.” she says referring to the fact that she isn’t an average girl because she could probably kill nearly anyone in a matter of seconds. This isn’t a quality that can often be found in an average girl. Clove let out a sigh, “Do you ever think about how many ‘average’ things we’ve missed out on while preparing for the games?”
Ives had to think about it for a second. He was seventeen. Since District 4 was a Career District, they had enough money. He’d miss prom. Graduation. Marriage. Kids. Frowning, he nodded. “It’s a little-” Ives stopped himself. He wouldn’t be punished for what he said, but his parents, and his siblings might be. “We’ve missed a lot.”
Clove smirks as the boy fumbles over his words. After he finishes speaking, she shrugs. “Well I guess I’m not your average girl.” she says simply. Clove knew that the reason she didn’t care all that much about being pretty was because she had always had so much more to think about. She’d spent so many hours training, and preparing that she hadn’t had time for such simple things.
Ives shrugged his shoulders and tilted his head, “I guess not. But then again, that was obvious.” It truly had been obvious the moment Ives had laid eyes on Clove. She wasn’t like the girls back at District 4. She was exotic. Different. It surprised him how much he truly did notice about Clove.