this time I swear it is the truth
When Claire first catches sight of a small, digital camcorder resting on her nightstand, it's all she can do to run on over to the Compound and hole herself up in one of the empty dorm rooms, checking every single tape included in that box, making sure that her background isn't painted on any of them. If Zach was here, he'd be able to tell her whether or not that camcorder was his, whether the tapes have been used, and the very thought of it makes Claire curse herself until she's sifted through them all. Why didn't she ever pay closer attention? Why was so much of a high school simply a waste, Claire chasing after something she didn't want anymore in the end, an identity that never perfectly fit. And now that she's just starting to find herself, it's not with the most important people by her side.
It's lonely enough that she almost hopes the tapes are Zach's, wishes she could hear his voice in the background, listen to him freak out about her pushing protruding ribs right back into her body. But she's not one for dwelling, maybe because she's still so fortunately a teen, and so she straightens up and places the tapes carefully back into their box, slipping a fresh one into the camcorder and wondering what she wants to capture first. The battery's fully charged for now, so she just wanders around looking down at the tiny screen, not recording yet, but ready at a minute's notice. Her first trek takes her to the trampoline, where she bounces on the balls of her feet and waits for a familiar face to pop by, but it takes long enough that the very sight of another pair of feet is enough for her to press record.
Her face lights up when she sees his face on her screen. "Peeta!" Claire calls out, letting herself land on her rear on the trampoline, holding out a hand to wave him over. "Come closer so that I can get your face."
It's lonely enough that she almost hopes the tapes are Zach's, wishes she could hear his voice in the background, listen to him freak out about her pushing protruding ribs right back into her body. But she's not one for dwelling, maybe because she's still so fortunately a teen, and so she straightens up and places the tapes carefully back into their box, slipping a fresh one into the camcorder and wondering what she wants to capture first. The battery's fully charged for now, so she just wanders around looking down at the tiny screen, not recording yet, but ready at a minute's notice. Her first trek takes her to the trampoline, where she bounces on the balls of her feet and waits for a familiar face to pop by, but it takes long enough that the very sight of another pair of feet is enough for her to press record.
Her face lights up when she sees his face on her screen. "Peeta!" Claire calls out, letting herself land on her rear on the trampoline, holding out a hand to wave him over. "Come closer so that I can get your face."