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POST 09 - [Video]
Jan. 2nd, 2013 08:45 pm[Cato is dressed very formally. This should be the first clue that something's wrong because he's reaching for something normal. His uniform looks like This. Shifting from foot to foot he's clearly upset.]
Thank you all for the gifts.
[His tone is stiff, formal. Hands clasped behind his back he's the very image of trying to look like "the man". Trying to reach for the authority that he saw, or sees, is his right.
Even if he was just a sacrifice.]
I'm sorry that I didn't think of anything for all of you but traditionally we in District Two don't offer gifts. Everything that we have we earn in the form of promotions or in the form of benefits from the Capitol. Our district has the highest number of winners, we produce the best soldiers and no matter what we might be missing we still have that to our credit. That we're not bound by giving gifts, we give our lives.
[Never mind how that's all he's good for. And he's realizing that. Never mind how he is trying to find common ground with a bunch of people and realizes that he does not have it.]
And it's not...history or or hope or some stupid childish capitol toy but that's something. We're not like 12 or 10 or one. We're not monsters either and we're not stupid. If we didn't keep the capitol's laws then no one would. Not everyone can have everything. Fancy...useless things. That's how the real world works.
So. You don't have any gifts from me, but...my life. [Not because you deserve it is not said, but heavily implied] even as an inmate. And that's not something useless. It's all I have.
[He doesn't break composure. Instead he nods and turns off the feed. Dignified and correct. Like his father. Like his mother. Like all of the people who ran from all the floods and all the horrors. He turns it off.]
[SPAM FOR BARGE]
[It's so childish and stupid. Walking around London and seeing how people were, then reading all of the other posts on the network and seeing how happy people have been and would be and will be. He hates it. He has things too, he can have a life too and it's a good one.
So he slips into what he was trained to do. What he would have done if he hadn't been chosen for the stupid games. He's meat and that's fine. So here is Cato, still in his uniform standing in a corridor. That's what he does. Stands straight, stands patrol just like his father, his mother, his uncle, and then moves to another corridor.]
[SPAM FOR DYLAN]
[Oblivious, to his histrionic and passive aggressive fit over the network - here is Cato knocking on Dylan's cabin door urgently because he hates himself for not having ancestors or traditions or all of these other things that people have. He's a cog in a machine and he hates it and he's thinking that maybe he hates the capitol too.
But they're all he has, that and this man. Which is why he gets included. The moment he opens the door the soldier straightens.]
I wanted to thank you for the bike personally sir.
Thank you all for the gifts.
[His tone is stiff, formal. Hands clasped behind his back he's the very image of trying to look like "the man". Trying to reach for the authority that he saw, or sees, is his right.
Even if he was just a sacrifice.]
I'm sorry that I didn't think of anything for all of you but traditionally we in District Two don't offer gifts. Everything that we have we earn in the form of promotions or in the form of benefits from the Capitol. Our district has the highest number of winners, we produce the best soldiers and no matter what we might be missing we still have that to our credit. That we're not bound by giving gifts, we give our lives.
[Never mind how that's all he's good for. And he's realizing that. Never mind how he is trying to find common ground with a bunch of people and realizes that he does not have it.]
And it's not...history or or hope or some stupid childish capitol toy but that's something. We're not like 12 or 10 or one. We're not monsters either and we're not stupid. If we didn't keep the capitol's laws then no one would. Not everyone can have everything. Fancy...useless things. That's how the real world works.
So. You don't have any gifts from me, but...my life. [Not because you deserve it is not said, but heavily implied] even as an inmate. And that's not something useless. It's all I have.
[He doesn't break composure. Instead he nods and turns off the feed. Dignified and correct. Like his father. Like his mother. Like all of the people who ran from all the floods and all the horrors. He turns it off.]
[SPAM FOR BARGE]
[It's so childish and stupid. Walking around London and seeing how people were, then reading all of the other posts on the network and seeing how happy people have been and would be and will be. He hates it. He has things too, he can have a life too and it's a good one.
So he slips into what he was trained to do. What he would have done if he hadn't been chosen for the stupid games. He's meat and that's fine. So here is Cato, still in his uniform standing in a corridor. That's what he does. Stands straight, stands patrol just like his father, his mother, his uncle, and then moves to another corridor.]
[SPAM FOR DYLAN]
[Oblivious, to his histrionic and passive aggressive fit over the network - here is Cato knocking on Dylan's cabin door urgently because he hates himself for not having ancestors or traditions or all of these other things that people have. He's a cog in a machine and he hates it and he's thinking that maybe he hates the capitol too.
But they're all he has, that and this man. Which is why he gets included. The moment he opens the door the soldier straightens.]
I wanted to thank you for the bike personally sir.
