The Streets (and Rooftops) of Fandom, Thursday

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

After a busy morning, being on patrol was kind of relaxing. Honestly, this was the part of Clint's job he liked the most, getting to watch what people were doing and putting the pieces of everyone's lives together into a great big island puzzle. Getting to shoot the people when they were bad was just a bonus at this point, and as for his shooting, he was determined that no one would be getting away from him today.

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[donthijackme.livejournal.com]

Peeta didn't normally go out much during the daytime. He wasn't the fastest person around, or the quietest and he didn't have the stomach to hurt someone he thought might be cursed. But sometimes when he got brave or if he really needed something, he'd go out during the day.

Today was the former. He wasn't really sure what he would find out in the streets today, but it felt nice to be out in the sunlight for once.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint had spent enough time watching the streets to know the difference between people he rarely saw because they were afraid to go out, and people he rarely saw because they were in hiding, and this kid was almost definitely the latter. Eyes narrowing, Clint quietly got closer to try to see what he was up to.

[donthijackme.livejournal.com]

Peeta, naturally, didn't notice a thing. He was keeping an eye out while scavenging for supplies but he only thought to be looking around him, not up. Scavenging took up most of his attention anyway. He had done this enough that he wasn't grossed out by looking through some loyalist's trash but he still wasn't as good at it as others were.

Yes, you could be good at dumpster diving.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there was no good reason for dumpster diving, and not just because it was really gross. With a smirk and one smooth movement, Clint pulled an arrow out of his quiver and fired past Peeta's head at the dumpster. Whether he tried to run or stood his ground would decide Clint's next move.

[donthijackme.livejournal.com]

Yeah no way Peeta was standing his ground. When the arrow fired past his head all he could think of was Katniss and how many animals she had killed with a bow and arrow. He knew he had to get out of there.

He broke out in a run as soon as he hit the pavement. He knew enough to not run in a straight line but it occurred to him that it wouldn't matter if someone had good enough aim.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately for Peeta, Clint definitely had good enough aim, and he wasn't about to let two kids run from him in one week. He didn't call out this time, and the next arrow wasn't a warning - he just aimed straight for Peeta's neck.

[sheisnotnice.livejournal.com]

Natalie was out again, though alone this time. Patrolling was a thing to do, and there were one or two people she was keeping an eye out for in particular. For personal reasons.

And occasionally, she looked up towards the rooftops to see if she could spot everyone's (well, every Loyalist's) favourite archer somewhere up there. She was entertaining the idea of having a word with him.

And no, it wasn't to make excuses for why they hadn't taken Alec in yesterday.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Most of the time, Clint was perfectly content to leave others alone when they patrolled. He had their backs, and they knew it, so talking wasn't really necessary.

Plus, he liked keeping his distance because it made him more intimidating. Shorter guys had to take their ability to be threatening wherever they could get it.

But when he saw Natalie peeking up, he figured that maybe a hello was in order, at least. "Hey there," he called down. "Having a good day so far?"

[sheisnotnice.livejournal.com]

Natalie squinted upwards – ah, yes, there he was. "I've had worse," came the reply. "But also better. Mind if I come up for a second?"

Because when you wanted someone to consider keeping an eye on someone else, you didn't necessarily want to be standing in the street yelling about it.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

"Not at all. I could use a little company," he said, watching to make sure she made it up okay. Never let it be said that he couldn't be considerate sometimes.

[sheisnotnice.livejournal.com]

That was a thing that Natalie often found herself wondering about, when she dealt with the cursed. That it wasn't all just... mindless. She wasn't sure which she would have actually preferred.

She made her way up rather uneventfully, which was something she preferred. Once up there beside him, she glanced down and around, realizing she'd never had this particular view before. "Huh."

Natalie was not a girl of extravagant reactions to things.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Her reaction, however small, was enough to get a smile out of Clint. "It's a nice view, huh? You can see all kinds of things from up here," he said. "But I'm thinking that's not why you wanted to talk."

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

"Kiss kiss," Karla drawled, stepping out from the shadows. Looked like her idea to take a walk after visiting Detention had been a good one. Nowfound respect for the rules or not, Karla still found herself appreciating Clint's arms.

Dammit.

"How's the view?" she asked.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint glanced over, nearly doing a double take. Not many people could sneak up on him like that. "View's looking pretty nice right now," he said, because really, he had eyes. "What are you doing out here?" he asked cautiously.

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

Well, now that Karla could use her Craft again with abandon, she saw no reason not to exploit it. "Keeping an eye out for trouble," she said with a grin. "Isn't patrolling a regular duty of ours? And I'm rediscovering how nice it is to be out in the sun again, without having to skulk around under a mousey wig."

Karla raised her face to the sun and smiled. "I can't believe I fought against this for so long."

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint broke into a grin and relaxed a little. "There's no point in fighting it," he said. "It's so much better to be out here. Especially up here. You can't get a good view hiding around in the darkness."

[poison-pretty.livejournal.com]

"It's just so stupid," Karla agreed. "Why waste so much time and energy fighting something you can't win? Just give up, accept your place, and be happy."

She snuck a view of his arms again.

"The view is definitely better in the sunlight."

[ktarian-resists.livejournal.com]

Naomi didn't venture out much these days, it was safer just to remain low and hidden but sometimes she had to get out for things like food.

She didn't stay out for long and was making her way back at that point, it was getting late and she was trying not to look nervous as she made her way through Fandom's streets.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint's general policy was that anyone who looked nervous had to be up to something. Being good at reading people was part of how he'd ended up with the job he had, after all. His suspicions raised, Clint began following the girl quietly.

[ktarian-resists.livejournal.com]

Naomi continued walking at her normal pace, unaware that she was being followed.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint followed her for a little while longer, but when her body language didn't change, he readied his bow and fired a warning arrow past her head. It was the least he'd done for the dumpster diving kid, and maybe this one would be willing to stop and come in quietly.

[ktarian-resists.livejournal.com]

Naomi saw the arrow fly past her head and stopped in her tracks for a few seconds. Against her better judgement she broke into a run, not looking behind her as she did.

[and now I have to go to work, be back in a few hours!]

[thismeanswarner.livejournal.com]

High above Fandom was a hot air balloon. Sitting in the basket was a Warner holding a fishing pole. The fishing line dangled outside the basket, lowering slowly toward Clint, carrying a picnic basket.

Inside the picnic basket were sleeves.

Just in case Clint ever got cold while he was wearing his uniform.

[hehasheart.livejournal.com]

Clint stared at the picnic basket, and then up at the balloon. He peeked inside the basket very carefully, and took the sleeves out like he wasn't sure what he was dealing with. Because, you know, he wasn't sure what he was dealing with.

"Uh, thanks? I think?"

[thismeanswarner.livejournal.com]

The basket zoomed up on the line quickly, then returned a few moments later. There was a note inside that said "You're welcome!"