making the best of it//playing the hand you get

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Characters: Katniss and you /o/
Date: 5-6 April
Location: Basically all over Keeliai
Situation: Katniss is trying to take her mind off Peeta by doing everything.
Warnings/Rating: PG for potential mentions of violence/torture


[Peeta's gone. And it takes Katniss about two days of sitting around staring at nothing to realise that sitting around and staring at nothing is completely useless. Being catatonic the first time around hadn't done anything to help her, so she doubts giving it a second go would work. Besides, as much as she...cares for Peeta, he's not Prim. She has to find a way of existing without him.

Except she's not really sure what to do. She starts by checking on her supply caches around the turtle, making sure they haven't been disturbed; people might spot her hopping down from tall buildings or walking out of side alleys in any of the sectors, although trying to find out what she was doing down there won't reveal much to anyone who doesn't have a strong eye for detail.

She also hunts. A lot of the animals have been sick or dying, but there's still some game out there. She can be found moving almost silently through the trees with her bow strung and ready to shoot, or later in the marketplace trying to sell a few squirrels to increasingly irritated kedan.

She avoids the community centre, though, not ready to fulfil her promise of showing people how to deal with the rations. It's too many people, too soon. She's still trying to find herself, here.]

Comments

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[ Even before dreamshare, Cobb had an eye for detail--it was the reason he was studying architecture, the reason he met Mal. The reason he fell in love with her, really.

He's clearing his head and examining the damages to the city when he sees it--sees the familiar girl with the braid. She looks somewhat off, though Cobb can't quite guess why. That's Eames' job, after all.

Still, he raises a brow. Tries a somewhat neutral posture with his gait, offers a tiny, curious smile. ]

Storing things for winter?

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[Katniss stills when she's addressed. It takes her a moment or two to process what he's saying, and when he does, her fingers twitch briefly towards her bow. But she stops herself, one hand moving to the scars of the other instead, a familiar gesture of comfort at this point.

She's not in the Games right now, and his words aren't a threat] Exploring. [She says it shortly, before looking at him a little closer] You wanted meat. [She remembers /o/]

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[ And he notices--the paranoia, the way her hands dart to her bow--it's enough for anyone to notice, let alone someone like Cobb. He gives the other a small smile, an attempt to ease her and perhaps disarm her wariness. ]

You remembered--yeah. I'm Cobb.

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Katniss. [It's habit at this point, even though he probably remembers her name if he recognises her] I only forget who I talk to sometimes. [Her tone is dry.]

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It's not a problem. I have to know most people on a first-name basis--part of the job.

[ He does not at the trees, though. ] Hiding them, that's pretty smart.

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What job? [She's not quite suspicious, but it's not idle curiosity, either. Katniss isn't sure she's okay with people having jobs that require knowing her name.

Her face is blank, but her mind is racing] It's a habit. From home. Having a storage place, I mean. [She's lying - back home, there was barely enough food to bother with storing. But she's hoping he'll assume that she only has one hiding place]

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Hey, I don't blame you. Especially with how rough some of the locals are getting. I'd want to store my food, too. [ He nods, trying his best to seem disarming. ]

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I don’t really care if you blame me or not. [Wow Katniss, way to take those worse out of context. She frowns slightly; going outside and judging the temperament of the locals is not her forte] How rough?