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[shenevermisses]

[Never let it be said that a Career is against learning.

The village provides food-- good food and for free--, but Clove isn't inclined to trust that this will last forever. She assumed her food supply was secure once; three nights of falling asleep with hunger pains were her punishment for that. So, now, she is trying to learn the skills she previously discounted.

Two attempts are already set up. Handmade nets-- string woven together to discourage breakge and tied together in moderate-sized squares-- are positioned. One is laid out in the brush. The other is dipped in the stream, supported by a stick secured on the bank with a small stone structure. It only extends halfway across, and the dark twine shows under the water easily.

She has three other methods with her: more twine and a book on snares, a shoddy hand-made fishing pole, and a sharpened stick to use as a spear. More Cato's style than hers, but he isn't here... So she'll try to learn.

She's talking to herself, muttering as she tries to make a snare. Not as easy as the book makes it look. Her tone is determined, not angry.]

C'mon, Clove. If District Twelve can do it, so can you.


Player Name: Lynn
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Clove
Character Fandom: The Hunger Games

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[stillplaying]

[If Clove were anyone else, she might question that word. Ask them to repeat it, saying she hadn't heard her clearly. But she's aware of what a sacrifice the girl is making by thanking her.

And not for the first time, she wonders if the people from District Two, the people who grow up to be Careers, have that same sense of obligation. If they feel like there are some people they can never stop owing.

So she just nods. Because she doesn't want Clove to feel that way. Not that she thinks the girl would. But she knows these things can't be helped.]

Have you tried fishing?

[shenevermisses]

I can catch a bit.

[Hunting, she's hopeless.

Fishing, she can at least feed herself once a day.]

C-- [The name sticks in her throat, catches, and it's painful either rending it out or swallowing it. But she does what saves her the most embarrassment. What won't make her seem quite as attached, quite as emotional.] We managed with that okay. Not great. But...

I can manage a meal if I have to.

[stillplaying]

[Because you can't show any weakness in front of your fellow tributes. Not unless you want to be marked as easy pickings.

And no Career would ever want that.

She glances at the book on snares and thinks. Fishing is simple enough if you have a good hook. And you can easily obtain a decent enough one here. Maybe what she needs is more passive ways to obtain food.]

Maybe you should get a book on plants.