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Kenneth Speare
 Posted: Feb 17 2012, 01:13 PM
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"There's a spark inside us
That we can all ignite...


Thorne gave him an incredulous look and replied, "Yes." He'd thought that would be what she would say, but he hoped by asking it would make her move a little faster. If just subconsciously. He was pointing her in the right direction just by asking the question. She needed to take the knives so they could go.

Kenneth stayed where he was, hands knotted together behind his back, every now and then glancing up at the sky. He heard the metallic clink of the knives as she pulled each one out of the bark, but he didn't keep his gaze fixed on her. Or any other point in space. He just looked towards the trees beyond, each oak and aspen simply mixing with each other into a grayish blur...

"Where are we going?" That brought him back. He eyed her and said, "Follow me." He set off towards the east, and below his feet the ground was rising. Kenneth would have happily slipped into silence, but he felt that silence was rarely what was wanted between two people. Only people who were close to each other could stay in each others presence for hours in silence. He was that close to his sister, but not to this woman. He asked, "How often do you come out here?"

...and all that's dark inside us
Will flicker into light."

- Spark Inside Us from "The Princess and the Goblin"

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Thorne Lohrasbe-Tomsy
 Posted: Feb 19 2012, 10:57 PM
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He stood like a statue, unmoving, exactly the way that she had left him when she crossed the clearing to retrieve her knives. "Follow me," he said, lips barely moving, and turned away. Thorne followed silently, a dozen paces behind him as he started up a slowly-inclining hill. "How often do you come out here?" he asked over his shoulder.

Thorne shrugged pointlessly, given that he couldn't see her walking behind him. "Sometimes," she answered vaguely. Nobody was meant to leave the city, technically. A victor like herself could get away with it, if they didn't get out too often, if they happened to run into a kindhearted Peacekeeper who had seen their Games and had good reason to be afraid of them. "Whenever I feel like it, I guess."

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Kenneth Speare
 Posted: Feb 27 2012, 05:38 PM
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"Read between the lines
The meaning hid in darkness...


She wasn't specific at all, which frustrated Kenneth a little. He was used to being more open with people; at least, in speech he was more open. In manner and action, less so. And he was sure if anyone but his sister read his poetry, they wouldn't understand it. Maybe they would understand the surface, but not the undercurrent underneath. The tide of emotion that swept across the page, invisible to the eye, but felt in the rhythm, the choice of words, the rhyme.

He had drifted off into these thoughts, but he pulled himself back into reality and said, "I come out here for this..." And just then, they broke through the trees onto a high cliff overlooking a lake. In the distance, the blazing sun was rising over the spindly trees, casting young golden light in every direction, lighting brilliantly on the lake's surface.

A rock jutted out from the cliff, raised above the whole scene, and Kenneth climbed up onto it, reaching out his hand to help pull Thorne up. She was strong, he knew, but he wondered if she was tall enough to make it on her own.

...Snow blankets dead weeds."

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Thorne Lohrasbe-Tomsy
 Posted: Feb 27 2012, 05:50 PM
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They walked in silence for a few long minutes, and then he said over his shoulder, "I come out here for this." With that, he stepped out of the trees and Thorne followed, somewhat curiously, stopping short at the edge of the line of branches and dark green leaves.

Before her was a sharp drop, and Thorne took a few steps forward to stand with her toes lined up with the sudden edge, looking down to a clear, sparkling lake a hundred feet down. The side of the cliff was smooth and sheer, and she couldn't see any way of getting down; perhaps that wasn't what he came here for. Jumping could kill someone, even someone tall and apparently strong like him.

She looked up, following his gaze across to the treetops on the other side of the mirror-like lake -- she could just see her own pinpoint of a reflection in the still water if she narrowed her eyes. The sun was rising over the tops of the trees, golden rays reaching through the leaves, the branches, to trail along the surface of the water.

He climbed up onto a sturdy-looking rock that drove itself over the edge of the cliff, then reached back to help her up. Thorne stared coolly at his outstretched hand for a moment before eying the admittedly rather large step up onto the outcrop of rock. Reluctantly, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her up. "Thanks," she muttered in a tiny voice, pointedly not meeting his eyes.

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Kenneth Speare
 Posted: Feb 27 2012, 06:44 PM
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"And yet to times
In hope my verse shall stand...


Kenneth felt the warmth of her hand and smiled as he raised her up to stand beside him. That smile didn't fade from his face as he turned back to the sun. He wondered why she refused to look at him. Was there something in her eyes that she didn't want him to see? Like before--when he caught that glimpse of anger (or fear?) in those eyes. She didn't want him to see, so he wouldn't look at her either.

Instead, he looked towards the glorious sun rising over the trees. He had to fight the urge to laugh from the sheer joy of being there, with the wind whipping his skin, his lungs filling up with breaths of pure oxygen. "Isn't it beautiful?" he asked quietly, as if his voice could ruin the sanctity of the moment.

...Praising thy worth
Despite his cruel hand."

- Sonnet 60, Shakespeare.

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Thorne Lohrasbe-Tomsy
 Posted: Feb 27 2012, 10:02 PM
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When she looked up next, he was staring off into the distance, the rising sun turning his eyes a deeper, molten sort of brown. And smiling. He was smiling. When he spoke, his tone was low and careful, as though the very syllables threatened to break something around them. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"It is," she agreed before she could stop herself. His hand was still holding hers, and she found herself staring at the place where their skin met, gaze filled with awe, confusion, mixed with disgust. Tugging her fingers away, she let her hand fall limply to her side. Curled her fingers into a tight fist and then let them straighten again, still watching his now-empty hand. "How much do you come out here?" she asked abruptly.

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Kenneth Speare
 Posted: Feb 28 2012, 01:00 PM
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"But I was one
Of the children told...


He felt his heart rise in his chest at her words; even she understood what he meant. About the beauty of this scene. Kenneth had wondered if she would, since those eyes had seemed so stony before. There was still that hardness to her eyes, but when he glanced at her now, he saw something more. Again--that undercurrent rising, but this time, not with anger or fear.

But all things that rise must fall, and she took her hand away. A part of him hadn't even realized he still held it, but now that it was gone, it felt like half of him had been cut away. Connection severed; alone now, cut from the earth. He looked away, back towards the sun to avoid those eyes, now filled with something dark and ugly.

Kenneth sighed, then began to speak. It was a poem he remembered from his parents, who told him it long ago.

"It is precious to behold
The first long wave of climbing light
Flood all the thirsty east with worthy gold."


Again, his voice was low, and his eyes were fixed on the tree line. The lake below. "There is a way down, if you want me to show you."

...that some of the dust was really gold."
- "A Peck of Gold", Robert Frost
(Quote in post from poem by James Russell Lowell, paraphrased.))

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 Posted: Feb 28 2012, 05:43 PM
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He let out a long breath and looked away, slowly, as if it were difficult to tear his gaze away from hers. "It is precious to behold the first long wave of climbing light," he began formally. Thorne frowned slightly. "Flood all the thirsty east with worthy gold..." He trailed off and she realized that he'd been reciting something, a poem, a verse.

It wasn't exactly a clear answer to her question, but she supposed that she could assume he came out to the forest, to this tall cliff and its steep drop, often enough. "There is a way down," he said quietly, glancing over the edge, "if you want me to show you."

Thorne took a step forward, to the very edge of the outcropping of rock, so close that her heart skipped a beat just from the inkling of thought in the back of her mind that, this near, she could fall, drop like a stone, plummet into the still water below and -- die.

For real, this time.

She nearly took a step back; instead, she stopped herself and looked curiously down the cliff face. "There is?" She said it doubtfully, glancing over her shoulder, eyes flashing to his again, this time free, she thought, of the painful disgust she thought might have been there a moment ago.

Yet, surprisingly, a small piece of her seemed to be tugging her in the direction of trusting him. Which was confusing. She didn't even know his name. She'd barely spoken to him. And trusting was such a foreign concept to her that she wasn't even sure that she recognized it properly.

But, before she could stop herself, she nodded. "Okay."

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Kenneth Speare
 Posted: Mar 2 2012, 01:08 PM
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"All that counts is here and now
My universe will never be the same...


It would be so easy to fall, wouldn't it? Kenneth watched her creep towards the edge and look on over. He wondered if she remembered the Victor Games recap, whether she saw Ronan and Aster fall over the edge of the cliff. Even though he saw it, Kenneth wasn't afraid of falling off this rock. He knew death was the end of all things either way, not that he'd throw himself off the edge to end it right away.

Falling would be one of the best ways to die, considering other things like sickness or murder.

But even now, watching Thorne teeter on the edge, he felt an urge to pull her back. Like she was a bird who would fly away from him. "There is?" So she wasn't a bird; she couldn't fly down. "Okay." Again, a warm smile came to his face and he jumped down from the rock back onto solid ground. Then he walked to the tree line, scrounging around in the dirt at the base of a tree. The tree's roots were gnarled, sticking up from the ground like veins on an old man's hand.

He found his roll of rope that he kept out here, carefully coiled underneath one of the larger roots. It was over two hundred feet long, more than enough to reach the bottom of the cliff. He walked over to another tree, this one thick and solid, and began knotting the rope around its huge trunk. He looked at Thorne and said, "I hope you're not afraid of heights."

They were climbing down.

...I'm glad you came."
Glad You Came by The Wanted

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 Posted: Mar 3 2012, 12:19 PM
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A pause, then a thud. She glanced over her shoulder to see that he'd jumped down from the outcropping of rock and was halfway back to the trees. Thorne followed, leaping down after him, bending her knees to absorb the impact of her landing. He dug around in the dirt for a moment, pulling his hand back with his fingers curled around a thick coil of rope.

Still silent, he crossed to another tree and knotted one end of the rope around the thick trunk. Then, finally, he looked back to Thorne, gaze drifting across her and only meeting her eyes for a moment.

"I hope you're not afraid of heights."

She did her best to look as though this didn't startle her. She had been hoping that this way down that he knew of was something easy, something simple. A path she hadn't seen before, a roundabout way down a gentle slope to the opposite side of the lake -- but not so simple that it consisted of a long rope tied around the rough bark of a tree trunk.

"If there's only one rope, how do we both get down?" she asked coolly, crossing her arms over her chest and raising one eyebrow at him. She crossed over to the anchor of a tree, running her fingers along the rope and its knot, which seemed to be secure enough to hold two people, although she wasn't sure for how long. What if it came untied?

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 Posted: Mar 3 2012, 03:46 PM
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"Didn't you know
Love could shine this bright...


She was silent for a moment as Kenneth finished off his knot. He stared at it intently, as if by sight alone he could tell that it was strong enough. The rope was thick, but it was worn from many climbs up and down the cliffs. He nodded with satisfaction, tugging on one end of the rope and trailing it towards the cliff.

Her question didn't faze him at all. "The rope can hold us both. Do you want to go down first or would you rather I go first?" Kenneth hoped she'd let him descend down the rope first, just in case she didn't know how to climb down. The first time Kenneth had tried, he'd ended up sliding all the way down the rope--the whole hundred feet--and got a massive, blistering rope burn that didn't fade for a month. He would spare her that, if possible.

He threw the rest of the coil off the edge of the cliff. It was a free climb--dangerous and exciting--without anything tying a person to the rope. Just pure muscle, balance, and coordination. Kenneth was strong from his work in the factory, even if his lungs were rather weak, and he loved the thrill of descending down the rock face. His muscles straining, sweat beading on his forehead, the wind whipping him side to side. It made him feel like he was flying. That same exhilaration it looked like a hawk experienced as it dived at super speeds towards earth.

...Well smile 'cause you're the deer in the headlights."
Deer in the Headlights by Owl City

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 Posted: Mar 4 2012, 11:30 PM
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"The rope can hold us both," he answered, as though it were completely obvious. "Do you want to go down first, or would you rather I go first?" As he spoke, he pulled one end of the rope towards the edge of the cliff, glancing back at her with an almost pleading sort of look.

"You can go first," she said quietly. That seemed to be what he was looking to her for, didn't it? The look in his eyes -- like he desperately needed to climb down before she did. Even if letting someone else go before her, paving the way, protecting her, was practically against her beliefs...

Besides, she'd already said it. There was no going back now.

He threw the loops of rope over the edge, and Thorne watched as the coil plummeted in a tight downward spiral, leaving its trail behind it until, very suddenly, it stopped. Vaguely, she wondered how far from the ground the end of the rope was. A foot? Two? Ten?

Would it be awkward to carry her backpack down the cliff face, as well? Perhaps it would make it just a little too difficult to hold on properly, but she couldn't leave it up at the top of the cliff. Carefully, she slipped her arm through the other strap so that the pack hung more securely from her shoulders. Then, eyes narrowed slightly against the golden rays of sunlight streaming over the treetops now, she watched him, birdlike, waiting for him to lead the way.

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 Posted: Mar 9 2012, 11:58 AM
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"Where someone used to climb and crawl
To rest from his besetting fears...


Kenneth was glad to be able to go before her. He was sure that once she saw him climb she'd pick up how to do it. If not, at least he could cushion any of her falls--catch her maybe. But of course, he hoped she wouldn't fall. He couldn't think about her falling.

He took up a bit of the rope in his hand from a foot below the cliff's edge, pulling it up until it was waist high. He looked at Thorne, then, with a whoop, he jumped. The rope swayed to the side and he dug his boots into the rocks as he slid down a good ten feet before he got a firm grip.

Then, it was easy: feet braced against the cliff face, arms holding tightly to the rope. He was sliding down, slowly but surely, as his feet kept him anchored to the side of the cliff. It was a long way down, but he got to the bottom, jumping the last three feet to the ground. He looked up at Thorne, who was standing above, a grin on his face. "It's worse climbing back up." Then he asked, "Think you can manage?"

...I see the callus on his soul."
- "A Cliff Dwelling", Robert Frost

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 Posted: Mar 10 2012, 07:41 PM
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Looking a little more relieved than she had expected him to, he lifted the rope to a suitable height -- waist, she noted, watching carefully -- and cast a glance in her direction. Then, while she watched and took down mental notes of the way he moved, as if she were watching the whole process in slow motions, he leaped over the edge of the cliff. She nearly gasped out loud, but caught herself just in time and looked over the edge, down to where he was using his shoes as some sort of manual brakes. He stopped for a moment and then began to slip, slowly, carefully, inch by inch. Thorne watched closely -- the way he held the rope, the angle the soles of his shoes hit the steep cliff face at.

It seemed to take forever. Still, she didn't move, and when he dropped the last few feet to solid ground, he looked up with a grin stretching across his face that Thorne didn't return. "It's worse climbing back up," he called, words seeming to echo off the rock. "Think you can manage?"

Thorne gave him a scathing sort of look, though she wasn't sure if he would be able to tell that it was scathing from as far down as he was. Then, pulling back abruptly, she disappeared from view, picking up a section of the thick yet a little worn rope and looking somewhat doubtfully at it. It had held him. Surely it would be able to keep her from plummeting to her death, as well. Her fingers curled tightly around it and then, a little awkwardly on her part, hoping it didn't look that way, she climbed over the edge.

Her heart leaped into her throat for a split second as she began to slide down, shoes scraping against the rock, blonde hair raised around her from a light breeze, the rope scratching angrily at her hands. The climb down was painstakingly slow, and she nearly fell more than once, heart skipping a beat each time. This was no arena. There wasn't even the slightest chance that she would be frozen in some sort of near-death state and resurrected in a brightly-lit Capitol hospital.

Finally, she reached the tail end of the rope and dropped to the ground, knees bent to absorb the impact. Still, before she could look up with a steely I told you so sort of glint in her eyes, she lost her balance in the process of standing up and began to fall again.

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"But strictly held by none, is loosely bound
By countless silken ties of love and thought...


She looked surprised, maybe. It was hard to tell from this far down. But he caught that no humor showed on her face. No awe either. Just that same cold countenance that took in everything but gave nothing. He saw her disappear from the ledge, and while she was back there, the grin dropped from his face. He just looked up, contemplating, wondering if she would take the risk of climbing down.

Just as he was thinking she might not climb, she leaped over the edge, her feet digging into the sides of the cliff face just like his had. Then, she began to make her way down slowly. Everytime it looked like she might fall, Kenneth's heart surged into his throat. And now, he really did want to catch her. She wasn't a bird; she couldn't fly.

But she didn't fall. She made it to the end of the rope. Kenneth took about two steps towards her as she jumped down to the ground. But then he caught it--the off-balance kilter of her step, the arms waving ever so slightly to regain solid ground. He reacted instantly, reaching out his arms and catching her before she could hit the ground.

There was a warmth that flowered inside him as he set her back upright, but he kept it from reaching his face. "Are you alright?" He thought she wouldn't like that he had to help her, and was already anticipating another scathing glare from her. "Sorry," he said quietly, then looked down at the ground.

...To every thing on earth the compass round."
"The Silken Tent" by Robert Frost

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