The real star crossed lovers. (boy needed)

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    Name: clove
    Age: 17
    Gender: female
    District: 2
    Weapon: knives

    Clove walked to the front of the stage, in shock. She walked with her shoulders back and looked confident. She stood by the Capitol worker as she announced the male tribute, "and for the male tribute, "tanner litia!" no one moved, then he slowly started walking up, when someone spoke up, "I volunteer!" he yelled. It was Cato, my best friend since as long as I could remember, and maybe even lover. I shook my head at him trying to get him to stay, but it was no use. He walked up to the front, and the worker told us to shake hands, but instead, Cato hugged me. I froze, then hugged him back.

    Well I need someone to be Cato, but if you can invite people then you can be someone else :)

    ooc: I'll just be Cato))


    Name: Cato
    Age: 18
    Gender: Male
    District: 2
    Weapon: Spear


    Cato patted Clove's back and then pulled away. With a grin he whispered to her quietly, even though his every word was probably being taped right now, "I wanna have just as much fun as you do." He glanced at the Capitol Worker and their new accompanier until the games begun, and walked over to the place where they will have to wait.

    Clove was still shocked and could barely breathe but she followed Cato over, grabbing his hand. She didn't care if Cato knew she liked him anymore, she was going to die, so he might as well know, she didn't want to make him madm but she didn't care at this point. She was to scared. She looked at Cato and said, "win for me Cato."

    Cato held her gaze, for the first time truly realizing the reason for her closeness all these past years. A frown appeared between his brows as he squeezed her hand reassuringly. Ever so slightly he nodded his head, so slowly that no-one could ever make it out but Clove. The dark haired Clove... He breathed out deeply, as a bull that had to hold on to its anger. Why didn't she tell him before?

    Clove looked into his eyes, the blue seeming the strongest she has ever seen them. Clove didn't know weather she was more scared of telling him, or the games. Either way she knew things would never work out. She looked to the ground as a tear rolled down her cheek, not wanting Cato to see her cry. Peacekeepers took them onto the train, while cloves fingers were still locked with catos, she was dreading the momen she would ever have to let go.

    ooc: Oh, that's the quote form the end of Book 1!!))) Well Rped))


    Cato let the peacekeepers lead them onto the train. There he glanced at Clove and sighed. "You know what will happen in the arena Clove." He didn't want to say it but they had to face the facts.

    OOC: thanks!


    Clove looked at him then looked at the floor. She sat down, then nodded. "please don't say that." she begged even though she knew it was the truth, and it needed to be spoken about. "you will win, I know you will! You'll win for me..." she looked out the window, as another tear fell down her face, she brushed it away quickly so cato wouldn't see. The train stared to move, and clove looked at him and said, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you." she cleared her throat, "i didn't want things to be wierd."

    Clove crouched down beside her and put his hands on her knees. He looked her in the eyes and stroked her hair lightly before saying, "And I am sorry too." He didn't say why, but it was clear - he was sorry that they won't be together after the games. "But I don't understand why you wouldn't try to win the games yourself. Why ask me? You have as much chance to win as I do. Sponsors will be all over you especially after the interviews..." his voice trailed off as he met her gaze.

    She stared into his eyes and said, "you need it more than me. You volunteered,your dad needs the money, you have been training your whole life for the games. I'm just an orphan that was forced to fight. That's the only reason I can throw knives. I'll try to win, I will, but the odds are against me. And I could never kill you.

    Cato smiled sadly at her last comment. "You are not the only one out there, who'll be trying to kill me, you know." He looked down and sighed. After a moment or two, he looked up and added, "And I don't care about my dad. Hate him. So I don't want him to have the money. All he'll do is waste it." He frowned at the reminder of his dad. It was true - his dad made him train for this, he was the one who always urged him on, who made him train until he could no longer stand, until he bled... He sighed. "Want to know why I volunteered?" He asked quietly, not looking up at her.

    Clove looked sad. The look on her face was sad, but mixed with hope. Clove was still looking at him, then dropped the gaze as he did. The looked outside the window of the training, watching as the districts flew by. Then said, "yes. I would like to know." another tear fell as she looked at him and she quickly wipped it away

    Cato placed his hand on her face where she wiped the tear - yes, he did notice. He looked up into her eyes, with his own filled with pain of what was to happen in the games, but also with deep feeling of care, as he said, "I did it to be with you." He whispered. "Because I wouldn't have been able to live on, knowing that I would never see you again, talk to you..." His eyes were watery but he tried hard not to let them flow.

    Clove caught his gaze. Clove half way smiled, then said, "I would do the same for you. I'm glad I have you as my partner, even if we both can't win." a tear streamed down her cheek, but she knew Luke saw it so she didn't bother. Her eyes were filled with terror, of loosing him.