Draco Malfoy (
hisdarkmark) wrote2012-10-20 08:54 pm
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Thirty-Ninth Hex - [Written]
[As usual, Draco has once again gone and made himself scarce from a majority of the village as he works out more of his inner dilemmas. First and foremost, there's Hermione. She's most definitely, definitely not the same Hermione and it's freaking him out.
Secondly, he's officially given up on searching for Caroline Forbes. After running into other vampires...it's safe to say the blonde will never show up again.
And thirdly...? Even with his power, even with his abilities to turn into a coyote or produce patronuses or blow things up, he's finding it isn't enough to make him happy.
Recently he's returned from a mission, but he couldn't help but constantly think about the last experiment. He'd been convinced he was someone else, and he had absolutely no memories of who he really was...and it was nice. He was able to function like a normal human being again. Normally, he would make an elaborate announcement about his return, but this time...well, he's already pieced together what's happened in the village, and he's not sorry he's missed the tornado. No, instead he's entirely focused on what he's determined to find out. When he opens his journal, he's only got one sentence he'd like to share.]
What do you reckon it takes to bargain with our captors to permanently erase memories? Just curious.
Secondly, he's officially given up on searching for Caroline Forbes. After running into other vampires...it's safe to say the blonde will never show up again.
And thirdly...? Even with his power, even with his abilities to turn into a coyote or produce patronuses or blow things up, he's finding it isn't enough to make him happy.
Recently he's returned from a mission, but he couldn't help but constantly think about the last experiment. He'd been convinced he was someone else, and he had absolutely no memories of who he really was...and it was nice. He was able to function like a normal human being again. Normally, he would make an elaborate announcement about his return, but this time...well, he's already pieced together what's happened in the village, and he's not sorry he's missed the tornado. No, instead he's entirely focused on what he's determined to find out. When he opens his journal, he's only got one sentence he'd like to share.]
What do you reckon it takes to bargain with our captors to permanently erase memories? Just curious.
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We're all giving them a good show.
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We know an arena, the Gamemakers, and we know someone's always watching. You don't even breathe in the Games without someone watching you.
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The Gamemakers hide them. Sometimes you can hear them, like when they're doing a close-up, but usually you just know they're there somewhere. It doesn't all air, but that doesn't mean the Gamemakers don't see everything.
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The more people see you and like what they see, the more liikely you are to get supplies yours run low.
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Usually, the Career pack has the majority of the supplies stockpiled. They're usually the last alliance to dissolve, and they're usually the strongest of the triibutes. Most tributes aren't fast enough or bold enough to steal from them.
And if anything happens to those? There aren't any more.
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They'll pull in others, too, if they're impressed during the four days training the Capitol gives us. Someone exceptionally strong or smart or fast. If they look like they'll benefit the Careers long run, they're offered a place in the pack.
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[The Games where they have bleed together in her memory. Games where they didn't are much more vivid.]
But sometimes there's an upset. Someone from an outlying district can pull off a win.
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My year, the food provided was blown up, and we aren't taught how to hunt.
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Humans are easier to hunt than animals.
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