[ you'll have to excuse Cashmere, Hook. she's trying to get a hold on this whole situation while retaining something that looks like sanity. while the hotel turned out to not really be an arena (maybe), she's starting to get the feeling that the Capitol is behind this again.
does she want to cut this body open? no. can she? yes. but if she can get someone else to do it that's all so much better. she'd started to get comfortable in the hotel but everything has to be calculated now. if this new companion think she's a weak little girl than she might as well run with that. get an ally out of it, or at least some she can use to her advantage and dump later.
it doesn't take long at all for the Games mentality to come back. she'll worry about hating that part of her later.
Cashmere's giving the body some distance and instead busies herself trying the door and running her hands along the wall looking for cracks or seams. Hook gets very little of her attention, having already given him a quick glance and deciding that he wasn't enough of a threat to concern herself with. she doesn't realize it's her friend until he speaks, and she thinks her own heart might leap out of her chest.
she's glad to have a friend - if he still knows her - but the joy is short lived and quickly drown in dread. the hotel was very real and now it's very gone, and along with it all the people she'd come to be very fond of (where's raleigh?). ]
I can do it.
[ she abandons her wall exploration to kneel down next to the corpse, and holds out her hand expectantly for the blade. she doesn't say anything to indicate she knows him (what if he doesn't know her?) and instead stares at him for much longer than is necessary or polite.
2 - hehe hehehe
does she want to cut this body open? no. can she? yes. but if she can get someone else to do it that's all so much better. she'd started to get comfortable in the hotel but everything has to be calculated now. if this new companion think she's a weak little girl than she might as well run with that. get an ally out of it, or at least some she can use to her advantage and dump later.
it doesn't take long at all for the Games mentality to come back. she'll worry about hating that part of her later.
Cashmere's giving the body some distance and instead busies herself trying the door and running her hands along the wall looking for cracks or seams. Hook gets very little of her attention, having already given him a quick glance and deciding that he wasn't enough of a threat to concern herself with. she doesn't realize it's her friend until he speaks, and she thinks her own heart might leap out of her chest.
she's glad to have a friend - if he still knows her - but the joy is short lived and quickly drown in dread. the hotel was very real and now it's very gone, and along with it all the people she'd come to be very fond of (where's raleigh?). ]
I can do it.
[ she abandons her wall exploration to kneel down next to the corpse, and holds out her hand expectantly for the blade. she doesn't say anything to indicate she knows him (what if he doesn't know her?) and instead stares at him for much longer than is necessary or polite.
please recognize her. ]