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4th Swing - Voice / Action
Oct. 2nd, 2012 11:44 am[Backdated to midnight. Action.]
[When Cato wakes up because he remembers mutts tearing at his arms and crunching his bones in their wide, ugly mouths he's filled with a sense of dread and relief.
Dread because he wakes up with grass under his back and thinks for just a moment that he's woken up in the Arena at that very moment. But then the canopy above his head and the blanket half tangled on his legs makes him breath. The feeling of clean air is like punching a hole through a wall and he remembers everything and for once it's not a bad thing.
For the past three or four days he'd been in a fog and been trapped in being nothing. Now he knows who he is and what he's done and it makes everything ten times better that it would normally.
Clove.
CloveCloveCloveClove. His mind races over the day they re-met and it takes a little breath away from him in a strange, choked laugh. He runs a hand over the back of his head before scrambling for his journal.]
[Voice.]
Clover -- Clove?
Clove if you're listening come to the lake. Right now.
[It's quick, tired and broken but the person is there and he'll wait all day if he has to.]
[When Cato wakes up because he remembers mutts tearing at his arms and crunching his bones in their wide, ugly mouths he's filled with a sense of dread and relief.
Dread because he wakes up with grass under his back and thinks for just a moment that he's woken up in the Arena at that very moment. But then the canopy above his head and the blanket half tangled on his legs makes him breath. The feeling of clean air is like punching a hole through a wall and he remembers everything and for once it's not a bad thing.
For the past three or four days he'd been in a fog and been trapped in being nothing. Now he knows who he is and what he's done and it makes everything ten times better that it would normally.
Clove.
CloveCloveCloveClove. His mind races over the day they re-met and it takes a little breath away from him in a strange, choked laugh. He runs a hand over the back of his head before scrambling for his journal.]
[Voice.]
Clover -- Clove?
Clove if you're listening come to the lake. Right now.
[It's quick, tired and broken but the person is there and he'll wait all day if he has to.]
