Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
"What's going on down there, Katniss? Have they all joined hands? Taken a vow of nonviolence? Tossed the weapons in the sea in defiance of the Capitol?" Finnick asks. "No," I say. "No," Finnick repeats. "Because whatever happened in the past is in the past. And no one in this arena was a victor by chance." He eyes Peeta for a moment. "Except maybe Peeta."
I'm filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear.
Birds are settling down for the night, singing lullabies to their young.
Look, if you wanted to be babied you should have asked Peeta.
As the alcohol overcomes my mind, I hear the glass bottle shatter on the floor. This seems appropriate since I have obviously lost my grip on everything.
That if desperate times call for desperate measures, then I'm free to act as desperately as I wish.
You here to finish me off, Sweetheart?
Oh, and I suppose the apples ate the cheese.
But just the fact that he was sparkling leads me to doubt everything that happened.
"Katniss," Gale says softly. I recognize that voice. It's the same one he uses to approach wounded animals before he delivers a deathblow. I Instinctively raise my hand to block his words but he catches it and holds on tightly. "Don't," I whisper. But Gale is not one to keep secrets from me. "Katniss, there is no District Twelve."
That it's no good loving me because I'm never going to get married anyway and he'd just end up hating me later instead of sooner.
I take Peeta's face in my hands. "Don't worry. I'll see you at midnight.
Why? Do you find this" - he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose - "distracting?
Oh, the fun we two have together.
I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.
Katniss Everdeen, you have caused a spark, wich left unattended, may cause a spark that could cause a whole rebelion
Lucky thing were allies, right? -Finnick Odair
I have been keeping track of the boy with the bread.
Once I'm on my feet i realize escape might not be so simple, panic begins to set in. i can't stay here. flight is essential but i can't let my fear show. Winning means fame and fortune, losing mean certain death, The Hunger Games have begun . . .
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