Cinna

[ Katniss thinks this curse is ridiculous. She's sure she's not alone in that, but additionally there are the other feelings: resentment she only has when the notion of being strung like a puppet is pushed more squarely in their faces. This is a fine example of that in her opinion, because as dumb as some of the epitaphs have been, this one is among those that ring more sincere.

And it scares her.

She hates being scared, can't stand it.

It takes her a while to reply at all, and this with the background noise of the outdoors snipping into her pauses. ]

It's just a curse.

[ Though it was meant more as a general obvious statement, it's hard to avoid that glaring need - the one to reassure herself, to know this isn't prophetic because who believes in that anyway? Not her. No. ]

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Hmmm? What's just a curse, Katniss?

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fallenbrownbird.livejournal.com

Cinna...

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[ She thinks a thousand different things silently, stupid loudest among them about herself. He didn't know. And she drew his attention to---

Sometimes she really wishes she would think before she acts but it's not her forte, not in the least. Everyone knows that by now. ]

The network...you...should check it.

~~I'm sorr-~~

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thenormalsquint

[The first few of these posts were business as usual, but considering that discussion they had the other day? Even Angela finds this part of the curse beyond annoying.]

This is just ridiculous now.

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[There's a scrambling sound as he picks up the device, followed by a pause. And a slightly longer one. When the silence breaks, there's a false amusement in his tone.]

I wonder when I was compelled to post that? Bit morbid, isn't it?

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Yes, Rue?

[He's not yet realized he posted this.]

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What's ridiculous?

[He's unaware that the epitaph he was compelled to write actually posted.]

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We're going to have some explaining to do.

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It's just a curse.

[ Her voice is a little rigid as she adds, tightly... ] But it's not funny.

I don't want---

Do you think they---

Are you---

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thenormalsquint

This curse that has people posting what's supposed to be written on their tombstone like they're already dead when they're not. It's disturbing.

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[The longest pause of long pauses. He'd been compelled to write, but he hadn't meant to post anything.]

It's a curse, what's to explain?

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...ah. It posted.

[Of course it did.]

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Everyone knows you're a revolutionary designer. But that's a little different than being the designer of a revolution.

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No, it certainly isn't. I'm sorry you had to see that. I was compelled to write something, but I didn't intend...

...of course what we intend, generally isn't what we get.

[But then again, sometimes it is.]

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I don't know, in this place I've noticed magazines and books from other worlds talking about design revolutions. When new styles sweep through a society.

Perhaps the City's just feeding my ego.

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[Here's a longer pause. She doesn't want to ask especially but she feels like she has to, or spend the rest of the time just wondering and then not being able to ask at all later. ]

It doesn't...you think it's ridiculous too, don't you?

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Let's hope that answer works. This place has a knack for making it impossible to keep a secret.

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If I play it lightly, Katniss won't ask. She's too polite to. I hope.

...but speaking of keeping secrets, I was wondering if I could have a word about Angela?

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It is rather over-dramatic. Having the City write the words that they'll be remembered by? Not very subtle.

[Sometimes accurate, but not very subtle.]

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Katniss is polite?

Sure. Has she been working on you, too?

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[ There is a very slight breath of relief though she still has misgivings about it all, despises the City for those uncertainties all the more. ]

Guess not. The curses are always stupid anyway.

[ pause ]

The only thing good - well, kind of good, was the barrier and now that's not even working.

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Perhaps that's a bit strong of a word. But she respects boundaries. At least mine. [That might sound a little smug.]

Yes and no. She knows there are things I won't tell her and she's stopped asking, mostly, but... I believe between the two of us she's begun to make some very astute guesses.

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