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thearena2015-05-31 03:06 pm
fivefingereddiscount) wrote in thearena2015-05-31 03:06 pm
What's Yours Is Mine, Right? [Closed]
Who | Garrett, Jane, and (possibly) anyone/everyone in her camp
What | Jane finds out that Garrett has been sneaking around the camp
Where | Somewhere around the castle
When | May 31
Warnings/Notes | None as of yet
If anyone asked, Garrett would say that what he'd been doing hadn't been wrong in the least. It was just survival. Besides, he hadn't been taking much from the snares, just the odd rat or two. He'd made sure to reset the snares, too, which he didn't have to do. He needed to eat to keep his strength up, and this was easier than hunting and foraging for every little thing himself.
And so, when he thinks he's in the clear, the thief makes his way back to one of the snares and sets to work getting the caught rat out. it was just a skinny little thing, but meat was meat.
What | Jane finds out that Garrett has been sneaking around the camp
Where | Somewhere around the castle
When | May 31
Warnings/Notes | None as of yet
If anyone asked, Garrett would say that what he'd been doing hadn't been wrong in the least. It was just survival. Besides, he hadn't been taking much from the snares, just the odd rat or two. He'd made sure to reset the snares, too, which he didn't have to do. He needed to eat to keep his strength up, and this was easier than hunting and foraging for every little thing himself.
And so, when he thinks he's in the clear, the thief makes his way back to one of the snares and sets to work getting the caught rat out. it was just a skinny little thing, but meat was meat.
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Their camp sits a ways past the forest tree line, dug into foliage that hid them and gave them a vantage point over the village and castle to the south. It’s just three of them now, Luke, Clem, and herself, and this arena isn’t half as advantageous as the last one had been (though it’s the land of good and fucking plenty compared to her first). They have no weapons, no water, and little food. Jane can’t stop counting their losses.
She’s away from camp now, armed with a stone clutched in one hand. There are snares set in a perimeter around their shelter, both stealthier and sturdier than their predecessors now that Jane’s had more practice making them. Somehow, that still hasn't made them good enough. Three out of five have turned up empty already, and she can't think of a reason to feel optimistic about the remaining two.
There's a slope ahead, where she had set another trap in the way of a trail worn into the underbrush. Jane keeps an eye out as she goes along, both for threats and a potential meal. The sodden terrain all but swallows up the sound of her footfalls. Even though she's working off memory to guide her, she knows it can't be far now.
Her fourth trap turns out to be even closer than she remembered, nestled in the underbrush between two young trees, their branches sturdy and pliable. She hears the slight scuffling coming from her snare before it comes into view, and flexes the fingers clenched around the rock she carries. Holy shit, jackpot.
If only.
When she steps forward to find Garrett crouched over her catch, thought becomes impossible. It doesn't occur to her that he may not know who he's stealing from, or anything else that might give him the benefit of the doubt. Anger that had been soothed over by encounters in the Capitol flares back to life in an instant, as strong as ever. She said she'd kill him if he did this again.
"Motherfucker!"
She launches at him, the move less a lunge and more of a bum rush.
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Just because he knows her doesn't mean he won't have to run for his life, so he stays firmly put in his tree.]
We really need to stop meeting under these circumstances.
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Jane has to catch herself against a boulder when Garrett winds up being faster of the two, but she whips back around without wasting a second. It's rage that makes the rock in her hand go flying, hurled at his retreating figure with all the force she can manage before returning her attention to the trap, where her catch squeaks and convulses in a desperate attempt to escape.
Any hope she had left about this mess shrivels to nothing as she gets a better look at the rat. It's skinny, and not an animal she wants to risk eating if she can help it. Expression pinched grimly, Jane brings her foot down on the sapling bearing the snare. The rat takes off like a shot, disappearing into the grass. There's some satisfaction to be gotten from the fact that Garrett won't be taking her shit again, but it's minuscule, nowhere near enough to calm her.
"Eat shit, Garrett." She continues to break apart the trap, throwing the pieces in several directions so that there's nothing left for him to help himself to. It might not be possible for her to kill him now, with him infuriatingly out of reach, but she'll do whatever she can to screw him over.
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He creeps a bit closer to her, but remains safely perched on his branch. Was she really giving him shit for a rat that she's just releasing? Okay, she was hot blooded, but this was crazy even for her!
"Wait...that was your trap?"
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"You think I give a shit if you knew it was mine or not?" Except she does, because her stomach gives a slight twist as soon as the words leave her mouth. She believes him, and she believes that he was at least a little contrite back in the Capitol, even if he never outright said it.
But now's not the time for doubts, or it's so-called benefits. Out here, that's the stuff that gets you killed. With all the practice she's had at it both here and before when she was running on her own, stifling any feelings of sympathy is easy. Jane hardens her frown, lips clenched so tightly they pale. Why the fuck did this have to happen?
"Just get out of here." Her stance is threatening, resolute. She doesn't want him anywhere near when she heads back to camp. "Go!"
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He tells himself it's just for survival purposes since having a psychotic woman after you didn't bode well for your health. Even so, he can feel just a slight twinge of remorse, mild enough for him to ignore, but still there nonetheless.
He drops down to a lower branch, one that's just barely within her reach.
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"You're not getting how this works. You walk away, and maybe I don't come back with a group of seriously pissed off people."
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He leans just a bit closer to her.
"You walk away now, though, and I might end up raiding another one of your traps. I don't think you want to take that chance."
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"Look, since you're obviously not getting this, I'll spell it out for you: you're outnumbered, and out-armed." And just like that, the almost playful tone that had slipped into her voice is gone in an instant. "You're not in any position to be making threats here."