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Rue ([personal profile] rutagraveolens) wrote2014-01-13 05:17 pm

Melody 2 : Action

[Morning]

[Ever since the fireworks the previous day, Rue was on edge. The fireworks were too much like cannon fire, each boom a notification of another tribute gone. That the fireworks were to announce the departure of people didn't help any.

Nor she get any sleep the previous night. Rue dreamed of whippings and executions, a reaping she couldn't escape from, a game she couldn't win. She saw the boy from District 1 - Marvel - raise the spear, throw-- and woke up tangled in blankets on the floor.

Silence surrounded her as she had breakfast in House 34. She left Melody sleeping in her room and made sure her knife was on her before she slipped out for the day.

She did her usual rounds - library to return some books, bakery to pick up a snack, convenience store for a drink - before wandering the south path parallel to the river. She'd never traveled down the road before and was curious where it went. Eventually Rue found herself by the Art Gallery. After some hesitation, she entered the building. It was nice and quiet, peaceful inside. She roamed the gallery, taking her time looking over the different pieces of artwork there.

When she came across Peeta's paintings and found herself staring at her own face, her face crumbled. She reached up to touch the paintings, drawing back she realized she shouldn't do that. The wings were the right color; the yellow of her own feathered wings, the blue of the dress she wore on stage in the Capitol. Her breath quickened and caught as Rue burst into ugly sobs.]


[Afternoon - behind Slash 'n Crash]

[After calming down, Rue went to Slash 'n Crash for target practice. Bow in hand and a quiver of arrows on her back, Rue methodically shot arrow after arrow into the targets. Her aim wasn't the best, but she was still hitting the target each time. She remembered Katniss' lessons as she drew, notched, and shot each arrow.

When she shot the last arrow in her quiver, Rue went to the targets, pulled out every arrow, put them back into her quiver, walked to her starting place, and began shooting again.]

((ooc; Now with links! The first painting is the one of her looking over a puddle and her reflection, the second is her holding a bouquet of flowers.))
wise_maiden: (thankful for small favors)

[personal profile] wise_maiden 2014-02-02 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
It takes a lot of precision. If you continue to practice, you're sure to excel at it in time.
withoutdoubt: (Default)

[personal profile] withoutdoubt 2014-02-02 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He can't help but take a peek at the books she's returning, and is a little surprised by the poetry books. The other sets are predictable enough, but... huh. That's neat.

He then looks back at Rue.]
About the same, actually. I'm surprised we haven't run into each other more often already.
wise_maiden: (open your heart to the thought)

[personal profile] wise_maiden 2014-02-02 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
All right. I'll see you again soon.
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Re: Morning/ Art Gallery

[personal profile] bonesandmore 2014-02-02 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That so? [And he grinned slightly.] I bet that all comes in useful.

[He just wasn't sure he wanted to know how, except for getting the good apples high in the tree and giving worry-wart spectators damn near heart-attacks.]
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[personal profile] stillplaying 2014-02-02 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[She watches the arrow fly before speaking again. It's not something that she likes talking about. How much it had frightened her winding back up in that arena. How she had ran and actually drank some of Haymitch's white liquor until she was sick. It hadn't been one of her proudest moments. Far from.

And to hear mention of the rebellions as well, she just sighs. And nods reluctantly.]


That's all true.
stillplaying: ([sad] tying knots)

[personal profile] stillplaying 2014-02-03 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[She can only guess which paintings Rue is referring to. But it's not hard to guess. Even with Pepper gone, the art gallery hasn't changed all that much. Peeta's paintings are still on display. Including the one of Rue.

She smiles softly, ruefully. Almost regretfully.]


I should have told you about them.
bonesandmore: (we good?)

Re: Morning/ Art Gallery

[personal profile] bonesandmore 2014-02-03 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that sounds like somethin' to be proud of. What was the signal flag for? You have climbin' races?
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Re: Morning/ Art Gallery

[personal profile] bonesandmore 2014-02-03 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Sounds like a pretty important job. Guess that means you can make bird sounds too, huh? [Children working labor jobs. Sometimes he was definitely grateful for living in the twenty-third century, even if that included space.]
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[personal profile] painfully 2014-02-04 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[Of course Rue would have the nightmares too. She hasn't lived through some of the things he has, or Katniss has, or some of the others, but she's experienced the one thing he hasn't yet--death. Are her nightmares worse than his? She usually wears such a friendly, open expression, it's hard to tell.]

Every night, but... [He shakes his head] It's more than that. I don't remember a lot of things I should. I don't feel things the way I used to.

[A pause]

Katniss warned you about being around me, didn't she? Did she tell you why?
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[personal profile] 250mhzwabl 2014-02-04 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Jack can't think of any reason why an art class couldn't teach the techniques on display in the book, even if the printmaking would be an advanced lesson. Watercolours were basic, and all inkbrush was was special black watercolour when you got right down to it.

He nods, pulling a chagrined face.]


Yeah. Suppose Luceti doesn't exactly have a zoo, does it.
knightofratatosk: (Smile)

[Action, Bakery]

[personal profile] knightofratatosk 2014-02-04 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[He follows her finger with his gaze and studies the cupcakes for a moment. Hmm, they look like chocolate...]

I sure hope not. I think they're supposed to be chocolate with mint frosting on them. I'm not sure why they call them 'grasshopper,' though. Maybe it's because they're green?
painfully: (silhouettes)

[personal profile] painfully 2014-02-05 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his sweatshirt, averting his eyes from the girl, though when he speaks again his voice is oddly matter-of-fact. Detached.]

I get violent, sometimes. Usually during stressful situations, or when I'm around Katniss. I've attacked Katniss before. Tried to kill her.

[After a brief pause he looks back at Rue, to gauge her reaction.]

So that's what happened between us. I tried to kill her.

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