Cato

Finnick Odair: cato-district2: charming-finnick: cato-district2: OOC: Just back from... »

He nodded curtly when she gave him her explanation on why she’d been sat at a lake on her own. “The District’s always boring. It always will be, here. We’re outsiders. We don’t belong here.” He retorted, a slight icy lilt to his voice. “But yes.” He added thoughtfully, slowly stepping to the side. His knife still hidden in its sheath. “We didn’t really get off to a good start. Not that I want to rectify it, or was I implying that we should become better friends… no. That was a mere observation. But… it does seem rather… odd, how you might think that I followed you here. I didn’t.” He assured her, raising his hands slightly. “Nor am I going to attack you. But you’re not from 12, are you?” He asked, almost curious as to where Bliss was from. It still didn’t quell the enmity he felt toward her, about Clove.

“This is all we have left. Cato, isn’t it? I’ve seen you around often.” She added right after he inferred that thiswas not home. Her eyes stayed glued at him as he stepped to the side, the sunlight shining on his blonde hair. “Why don’t you? I mean, you don’t have lots of friends here, yes? I only see four of you.” And that looks quite lonely, she wanted to add, but she stopped herself. She didn’t know what kind of person Cato is, but one thing’s for sure: he’s hard to convince. “And no, I’m not from District 12.” She shook her head slightly. “I’m from District 13.” She added quietly, as if saying her district wasn’t one of the best things to do.

With a small nod, when she asked his name, he looked up to see her properly, taking a few tentative steps toward her. “We don’t belong here, because it’s not our home land. Me and Clove, that is. We’re from a place which is completely different…” He trailed off, his eyes searching the scene in front of him. “I don’t need friends.” He retorted automatically, brow furrowing. “I don’t need them, and I don’t terribly want them.” He added to explain his thoughts. “There are four of us, because we stick together. Me, Clove, Glimmer and Marvel. As Careers, we’re just… it seems that we can be together normally. And… it’s just the way that we like to be, and the way that we’re friends, okay?” He gave her a sharp, defensive nod, “But no. This is not my home, Bliss. From 13? All these years, we’ve been told there was no District 13. I guess we were wrong.” He said with a nonchalant shrug.

charming-finnick:

cato-district2:

OOC: Just back from school (at 6:20… Fuck.) from a band audition (my school holds a gig every year) so I have a headache and I’m going on my computer soon. Not that anyone’s on :( #sensitive Cato problems.

Nup I’m on (Even though it’s 4am) :P Get your headache better yes? xD Band audition? What instrument you play? ~~~ lol love that tag xD

Bahaha I sleep xD From like 5am or something till at like 3 in the afternoon :P Okai gud xD Niiiicee. I made a band with a couple of my friends and we plan on playing a Panic at the Disco song but we haven’t even played together yet so idk what’s going on atm. Bahaha yeah I like Finnick better ;P

Of course! I have to be up at 7:30… I envy you. :(((( We played Ballad of Mona Lisa. It was all right. Could’ve gone better, but so could all of our songs, really. Of course you like Finnick better;D

charming-finnick:

cato-district2:

OOC: Just back from school (at 6:20… Fuck.) from a band audition (my school holds a gig every year) so I have a headache and I’m going on my computer soon. Not that anyone’s on :( #sensitive Cato problems.

Nup I’m on (Even though it’s 4am) :P Get your headache better yes? xD Band audition? What instrument you play? ~~~ lol love that tag xD

Really? DAYM GURRRRL. Don’t you ever sleep?! I’ve taken some paracetamol, I’ll be fiiiine;D Yeah, singing and guitar, we did Smells Like Teen Spirit. I just love Nirvana so much asdfghjk. Of course you do! Who doesn’t love Cato, for God’s sake;D

OOC: Just back from school (at 6:20… Fuck.) from a band audition (my school holds a gig every year) so I have a headache and I’m going on my computer soon. Not that anyone’s on :( #sensitive Cato problems.

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leoroux:

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leoroux:

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leoroux:

Heyyy girls Leo is heeere… er and guys. Everyone. Hi.

I’ve got no doubt in my mind that ALL of you have been so sad about not seeing me around like you usually do. Sorry about that. I was… working on an extremely intricate cake. -shrugs- What’s everyone been up to?

Yes, of course we’ve been ever so distraught from your absence. Not much. I’ve been taking Clove into the forests. Perfecting her throwing. And yourself, Baker boy?

Ah, perfecting her throwing? So THAT’S what you two have been up to in the forests. *chuckles* Well, I have been baking a lot. We always bake a lot around the games, everyone likes to watch them with a pastry in their hand. This is the first day my mother has let me out of the kitchen for longer than an hour!

Of course. Did you think we were doing other things? -rolls eyes- No. We’re…. we’re just friends, Roux. All we ever will be. Yes. I know you bake a lot, hence why I called you baker boy. The Games are crude, yet I’ve been training all my life for my chance… I could win it! I really could. Your mother is very strict, I see. Perhaps we are more alike than thought.

*grins* Alright, you were merely perfecting her throwing skills. *puts hands up* I’ve realized that you’ve been training all your life, actually. You’re always out and about. Is your mother the one who has been pushing your training a lot?

Of course. We train together. Whenever she, or I, gets mad, we comfort each other. That’s all there is to it. Yes. All my life. A Career Tribute, and all… no, it’s my father. He won his Games… so he wanted me to win mine. Eccentric, some may say.

Well, I understand how you feel. But in a different way. It’s always “bake, bake, bake” at my house. Sure, experimenting with different flours and oils and dedicating hours to make frosting decorations precise is a much different atmosphere than… whatever you do. Running? Hunting? Shooting? See, I’m not even that aware of how one would train for the games. I’ve been trained to remember recipes, and the techniques my mother has passed down on to me. My hands must be steady, and my eyes soak in a great deal of detail. It’s difficult work, but rewarding in the end.

This is where the Districts are completely different. Were you in 2, then you would be mocked for your absolute foolishness, by baking, and not training. Although, I am trying to… er… start afresh, as they say, and I shall refrain from adding to that statement. It’s mainly sword work, actually. But yes, all of the above. I’m best with a sword, or a spear though. And it’s more satisfying, really. It does seem… quite… well, /hard/ to be a baker, really.

It isn’t easy, I hope you meant that. I know that I couldn’t swing a sword around to save my life. Which is why I’m slightly terrified. If I ever get picked to be in the Games, I’m sure I’d be one of the first ones dead. Perhaps you could teach me to use a sword sometime?

Of course, that’s certainly what I meant. I’d be hung dry and quartered, however, if I said that back in 2. It’s all about strength in the arm, young Roux. Let’s just hope that you’re never reaped then… it could get messy. Perhaps I could. I would oblige, if you truly wished, Roux. Then what would they say about you and I going into the woods together? The same things about me and Clove? -smirks-

OOC: Must be off for a bit. Might be back in an hour, I don’t know.

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leoroux:

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leoroux:

Heyyy girls Leo is heeere… er and guys. Everyone. Hi.

I’ve got no doubt in my mind that ALL of you have been so sad about not seeing me around like you usually do. Sorry about that. I was… working on an extremely intricate cake. -shrugs- What’s everyone been up to?

Yes, of course we’ve been ever so distraught from your absence. Not much. I’ve been taking Clove into the forests. Perfecting her throwing. And yourself, Baker boy?

Ah, perfecting her throwing? So THAT’S what you two have been up to in the forests. *chuckles* Well, I have been baking a lot. We always bake a lot around the games, everyone likes to watch them with a pastry in their hand. This is the first day my mother has let me out of the kitchen for longer than an hour!

Of course. Did you think we were doing other things? -rolls eyes- No. We’re…. we’re just friends, Roux. All we ever will be. Yes. I know you bake a lot, hence why I called you baker boy. The Games are crude, yet I’ve been training all my life for my chance… I could win it! I really could. Your mother is very strict, I see. Perhaps we are more alike than thought.

*grins* Alright, you were merely perfecting her throwing skills. *puts hands up* I’ve realized that you’ve been training all your life, actually. You’re always out and about. Is your mother the one who has been pushing your training a lot?

Of course. We train together. Whenever she, or I, gets mad, we comfort each other. That’s all there is to it. Yes. All my life. A Career Tribute, and all… no, it’s my father. He won his Games… so he wanted me to win mine. Eccentric, some may say.

Well, I understand how you feel. But in a different way. It’s always “bake, bake, bake” at my house. Sure, experimenting with different flours and oils and dedicating hours to make frosting decorations precise is a much different atmosphere than… whatever you do. Running? Hunting? Shooting? See, I’m not even that aware of how one would train for the games. I’ve been trained to remember recipes, and the techniques my mother has passed down on to me. My hands must be steady, and my eyes soak in a great deal of detail. It’s difficult work, but rewarding in the end.

This is where the Districts are completely different. Were you in 2, then you would be mocked for your absolute foolishness, by baking, and not training. Although, I am trying to… er… start afresh, as they say, and I shall refrain from adding to that statement. It’s mainly sword work, actually. But yes, all of the above. I’m best with a sword, or a spear though. And it’s more satisfying, really. It does seem… quite… well, /hard/ to be a baker, really.

cato-district2:

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leoroux:

Heyyy girls Leo is heeere… er and guys. Everyone. Hi.

I’ve got no doubt in my mind that ALL of you have been so sad about not seeing me around like you usually do. Sorry about that. I was… working on an extremely intricate cake. -shrugs- What’s everyone been up to?

Yes, of course we’ve been ever so distraught from your absence. Not much. I’ve been taking Clove into the forests. Perfecting her throwing. And yourself, Baker boy?

Ah, perfecting her throwing? So THAT’S what you two have been up to in the forests. *chuckles* Well, I have been baking a lot. We always bake a lot around the games, everyone likes to watch them with a pastry in their hand. This is the first day my mother has let me out of the kitchen for longer than an hour!

Of course. Did you think we were doing other things? -rolls eyes- No. We’re…. we’re just friends, Roux. All we ever will be. Yes. I know you bake a lot, hence why I called you baker boy. The Games are crude, yet I’ve been training all my life for my chance… I could win it! I really could. Your mother is very strict, I see. Perhaps we are more alike than thought.

*grins* Alright, you were merely perfecting her throwing skills. *puts hands up* I’ve realized that you’ve been training all your life, actually. You’re always out and about. Is your mother the one who has been pushing your training a lot?

Of course. We train together. Whenever she, or I, gets mad, we comfort each other. That’s all there is to it. Yes. All my life. A Career Tribute, and all… no, it’s my father. He won his Games… so he wanted me to win mine. Eccentric, some may say.

leoroux:

Heyyy girls Leo is heeere… er and guys. Everyone. Hi.

I’ve got no doubt in my mind that ALL of you have been so sad about not seeing me around like you usually do. Sorry about that. I was… working on an extremely intricate cake. -shrugs- What’s everyone been up to?

Yes, of course we’ve been ever so distraught from your absence. Not much. I’ve been taking Clove into the forests. Perfecting her throwing. And yourself, Baker boy?

Ah, perfecting her throwing? So THAT’S what you two have been up to in the forests. *chuckles* Well, I have been baking a lot. We always bake a lot around the games, everyone likes to watch them with a pastry in their hand. This is the first day my mother has let me out of the kitchen for longer than an hour!

Of course. Did you think we were doing other things? -rolls eyes- No. We’re…. we’re just friends, Roux. All we ever will be. Yes. I know you bake a lot, hence why I called you baker boy. The Games are crude, yet I’ve been training all my life for my chance… I could win it! I really could. Your mother is very strict, I see. Perhaps we are more alike than thought.

CATO!!! »

cato-district2:

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itsclovebitches:

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itsclovebitches:

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itsclovebitches:

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itsclovebitches:

what’s up? you should come over sometime!

I could do that, Clove. Sure I could… ;)

So, what are you up to? Anything…

As he waited for the other Distirct 2 girl to meet him, the brutish Cato carefully picked a slender spear into his hands, the pads of his fingers brushing against the wood. With a determined scowl, he raised it above his head, pushing his body weight behind his lunge. As he did, the muscles in his upper arms rippled slightly, a singular bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. His body tensed at a sudden noise. An opening of a door. Swiftly, he span round, cocking his head. “I didn’t think you’d come so soon.” A smile spreading across his face as he spoke smoothly. “Please. Join me.”

His eyebrows quirked when she answered to his compliment. “Of course. The Clove I know. Able to take a compliment with ease and grace… then change the subject completely. It’s how it’s always been.” He said, plastering a smirk onto his face. Suddenly intimidated by the precision of Clove’s throw, Cato felt the overwhelming urge to prove himself. Instead of reaching for another spear, he grappled for a small knife, similar to Clove’s. His eyes narrowing in determination, he raised it by his ear, throwing the knife, the sound of the connection from the blade and the dummy ricocheting off of the walls of the gym. Fortunately, the blade impaled where the eye should be on the dummy, and Cato let out a small, incoherent sigh of relief.

“Well, you can’t win if I’m there. We’d be neck and neck. Probably on luck, you know. The beauty of the Games. You can simply wait for the others to pick away slowly… and just wait. Until there’s two of you left… then you’re in the lead to win.” He shrugged nonchalantly, wiping his brow with the sleeve of his jumper. “Besides. For the start of the Games, if we were ever in it together… well, we’d be allies, won’t we? We would. Yeah. We could last longer together. Not that it worries me. Best friend? Thanks, Clove.” He smiled, hiding the anguish in his eyes. Friends. That was all they’d ever be, of course. There was no chance of romance ever. Clove was… well, she was something of a slut. Attractive slut, yes. But a slut nonetheless. It made no difference to Cato.

“Of course you’re my best friend! We’re part of ‘the four’ remember? Me, you, Glimmer, Marvel? Well Glimmer and Marvel hate me now so I’m not too sure….” Clove said. “Why would they hate you?” Cato asked. “Because Glimmer found out I slept with Marvel…” Clove announced to him. “You did?” he asked. Clove nodded her head.

“Yeah… well, I never did like Marvel.” He muttered, apprehensively. “He was always… in the way.” Subconsciously, however, his fists had balled, as he turned away, starting across the room. “You slept with Marvel.” He told himself quietly, the jealousy boiling inside his veins like a drug. “Any reason? Did you just think he was hot?” He added, a wave of hurt washing over him. Even though, he had no reason to be hurt. She was a slut! He knew it! Everyone did. She slept with people for no reason… yet… it did mean things. It just made him angry, how other men had defiled her body, and he’d never been that far with her. Other girls, yes. But not Clove. Their friendship would never get that far. “Anyway,” he said, hastily changing the subject. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know considering the fact that you’re pissed and there are weapons around us. What I also don’t know is why you’re angry all of a sudden. I tell you that I slept with Marvel, and you look like you’re about to kill someone. What did I do this time?” Clove asked. Cato tried to calm himself down. “Maybe the fact that you’re always off sleeping with random guys that you barely know. Even though you know Marvel, the fact that you slept with him knowing that he was dating Glimmer,” Cato said. Clove walked towards him. “Cato, you’re the only one that knows who I really am. To tell you the truth, after I slept with Marvel, I hated him and I still do. Glimmer’s going to try to ruin my life now and you know that I can easily kill her,” she said.

“I’m not pissed. I just think it’s… I don’t know why you sleep with everyone you lay eyes on. I’m not trying to be offensive, but you sleep with everyone, pretty much.” He shrugged lightly, trying to relax his balled fists. “Besides. Why them? Why don’t you commit yourself to someone different?” He asked, folding his arms, turning back to face her. “I know who you really are… because I won’t give up on you! You’re my friend, Clove. Friends stick together, and look out for each other. If you hated him, why did you sleep with him? I don’t understand. Help me to understand.” He murmured, frowning heavily. “I fear that I only get you, because I’m here when you get angry. I’m here to calm you down. And we’re friends, because we both have short fuses. If we’re angry… well, then we’re angry. Glimmer’s not that bad. She’s not worth your effort to kill her, Clove.” He warned.

Clove took a deep breath. “Cato listen to me. I’ve tried being in commited relationships and they never worked out. It always resulted in them sleeping with other girls behind my back and I got sick of it. That’s when I started sleeping around with random guys. It makes me feel superior after everything that’s gone wrong in my life. The whole thing with Marvel, I hated him afterwards because I realized that he would probably tell someone. And he did. That’s why Glimmer wants me dead. And one day I fear that you’re going to leave me too and I’ll have nobody to help me,” she announced.

“Really? Who with? Because you’ve probably been looking in the wrong places then… I don’t know. It’s complicated, love. It’s… pointless.” His voice took on his usual icy lilt, as he looked up at her. “Why would they cheat on you? You’re not exactly frigid… I really just don’t understand.” He conceded at last. “So you hate Marvel because you slept with him? That makes no sense. But… if that’s what you think… okay.” He nodded finally, a crease forming in his brow. Although, he glanced back up at her, thought nothing of it and sighed. “I won’t leave you. You’re my best friend. I’m here to help as long as you want and need me to. Got it?”

Heyyy girls Leo is heeere… er and guys. Everyone. Hi.

I’ve got no doubt in my mind that ALL of you have been so sad about not seeing me around like you usually do. Sorry about that. I was… working on an extremely intricate cake. -shrugs- What’s everyone been up to?

Yes, of course we’ve been ever so distraught from your absence. Not much. I’ve been taking Clove into the forests. Perfecting her throwing. And yourself, Baker boy?

girl-with-the-strawberries:

so…how’s it going with you guys?

Alright… and how about you, Undersee?

Im just fine.

Just fine? Are you sure about that, Madge?

CATO!!! »