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              The instant his arms wrapped around her trembling frame she could feel a bit of strength return to her form, his body warmth feeding into her own, pulling it out from hiding and letting it wash over her again. Katniss kept her eyes closed, face buried in the familiar scent of him. She tried to let his words resolve in her chest, tried to accept them, to know that it was all over — but she couldn't be oblivious enough to believe it. It was all far from over. There were wars breaking out in nearly every district, and to think she and Peeta had only fueled it with their tours. Slowly her head began to shake against his broad chest, lifting a hand to push away the tears that had fallen, her hair sticking to the salty drops. 

              When her eyes found his again they were red from her tears, huffing out a soft breath as she shook her head again. ❝ It's not over Peeta. It's the rebellion, it's so far from over.❞ She could feel her chest caving in with her words, having to force her fingers to release themselves from each of his shoulders. Looking between the both of his eyes she searched for something that wasn't there, that she could only hope to find if it were true. But it wasn't. It was only the beginning.

                            ❝ It's nowhere near over, is it. ❞

At first Peeta began to worry that Katniss wasn’t going to open her door to him. There was obviously something wrong going on on the other side but the door stopped him. He knew he could break it down easily if needed but he also knew how private Katniss could be. He was just about to knock again when the door sprung back.

A slight wind rushed past him as Katniss threw her arms around his neck. He knew instantly he had been right that something was wrong. He had hoped to be wrong or overly worried. His defined arms curled around her waist and waited for any words. He doubted Katniss would actually explain herself though. His stomach fell hard as she finally began to explain. “I know…” He knew exactly what she was going through. Not only was it worse enough to have terrors from the Games but now the War was included. It weighed heavily on both of their shoulders. “They’re done… They’re over,” was all Peeta could offer.

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He looked at her with the wide smile he was known for. Peeta was good at acting, he showed it last year in the games when he put on the smile for the Capitol that made him a house hold name. She was correct though, eventually his mind would begin to race faster than the train they were currently on, but for now he concentrated on the talk of the bed sheets. “Yeah, well you know Effie if one thread is out of place the entire sky starts falling.” he said holding one plate in each hand, “Though they are right about one thing, you need to eat even if you don’t want too. You aren’t going to be able to help anything in the Arena if you’re bent over in hunger.”  His eyes stayed focused on her face and his stomach went to knots.

He didn’t know what to do about Katniss anymore, when the cameras were on she was all over him. Holding his hand kissing him and pressing herself against him. Yet when they turned off she went off hunting with Gale and barely paid attention to him. He didn’t know what to do anymore but he did know that she was troubled. The return to the games hit her just harder than it hit him. To him it was just another opportunity to protect her and make sure she came home safely. She had a family, a sister and even a cat to come back too. What did Peeta have? A mother that hated him? This was where he belonged even if it meant the end of his life.

He gestured towards the bed with his plates, “Mind if I sit down, ‘honey’ ” he said making a joke towards their Marriage that never happened. “I guess this qualifies as breakfast in bed on the honeymoon right?” He chuckled dryly holding the plates. His eyes showed a different story, he was tired he stayed up at night just like she did only he wasn’t worried about his own life only hers. 

              That was true, if there was anyone that put forth an extreme care for aesthetics it would be Effie. His next string of a thought was also far from false, but even if Katniss for a moment thought about what exactly it was she was restoring her strength for, she felt all of the life within her drain slowly. All she could do was keep her eyes with his, flashbacks of the last reaping playing through her mind dauntingly — everything she had faced with Peeta in the arena. It still hadn't sunken in that they were going back, that in less than twenty-four hours they would all be suited up, crawling into the tight platforms that would rise them into their own personal hell. She wasn't ready for it, and in between Peeta's words the silent glances relayed all of their fear without even murmuring a mention of it. 

              She needed to soften up a bit, at least for him. She knew that a large part of Peeta's well being had to do with her own, and she wanted to make sure that he wasn't tacking on anything else to the worries already sitting with him. She didn't want him worrying about her. She was going to go in with Haymitch, and that would be the end of it.

              She stiffled up a small smile. ❝ If this is our honeymoon I'd say we should pick a different destination. ❞ she murmured softly, scooting herself back to make room for him to join her on the bed. Pulling her knees in to her chest she again felt her stomach rumble internally. ❝ Iceland. ❞ she murmured up after the few moments of silence they shared, Peeta situating the plates as he joined her atop the comforter. ❝ Lets say we're on our way to Iceland. ❞ When her eyes flickered up to him there was a spark of hope within them. They could pretend, that this train wasn't bringing them to the thought of death. That this train wasn't bringing them to war.

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catching fire countdown / 20 days left ”Because sometimes things happen to people and they’re not equipped to deal with them.”

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He had been sitting out at the dinner table, hearing all of the commotion. He knew Katniss wouldn’t come out of her room, why would she? to her knowledge she was good as dead even though Peeta would never let that happen on his watch. He watched repeatedly as Haymitch tried to make her come join the rest of them to eat. He then reluctantly left the female victors door returning to the table. “That girl is stubborn as a mule.” Haymitch said as he sat back down and took a swig of his bottle of some discolored Capitol alcohol concoction  ”Because you’re trying to hard Haymitch” he said as he grabbed Katniss’s plate and his own and walked over to her door and knocked.

He heard her response and smiled. “It’s not Haymitch its someone a little more sober” he said trying to lighten the mood. The next day was going to be intense already she didn’t need to stress herself out again the night before. Peeta shook the door handle finding it unlocked as he slowly opened it just a little so she could hear his words better. “its me, I figured you’d like some dinner in bed. After all why not go all out!” he said with a meaningful but somewhat positive tone towards his voice. In the background Effie could be heard.

“Those sheets are pure 100% Silk! don’t you dare get any of that food on them young man!” Peeta turned back to look at Effie, “Effie they can bill me for the sheets okay?” he said as he then turned his head back to face the door. waiting for some response. Peeta had tried not to think about what it will be like for him in the arena tomorrow, the only thing he worried about was protecting Katniss, that’s what he was going to do and nothing was going to stop him from it. He was going to make sure his last breath came before hers and that was the final word.

              Someone a little more sober. Katniss recognized the boys voice immediately, lifting the weight that settled uncomfortably in her stomach. She could most literally feel her heart lighten just at his tone, pressing as much mock humor into his words as he himself had the energy to. She knew that he was just as scared as she was, just as torn apart even thinking that they had to go through the games again. Yet the only thing that kept one another sane was eachother, and Katniss couldn't imagine going through this without him. The slightest smirk tugged at one edge of her mouth, shifting upright a little in the bed once he played with the handle — finding it unlocked.

              Just the thought of stomaching food at the moment almost repulsed her, but it would be foolish of her to deny such a meal that she could get on the train. Her stomach nearly curled in response to the sight of the plate as he opened the door. She could see the tire resting beneath his eyes, depriving him of a decent nights sleep, already preparing his body by tearing it apart from the inside out. If Katniss could imagine Hell, it would be similar to the arena.

              When his eyes met with hers she sat up fully, crossing her legs beneath the sheets, a mute smile just touching her lips, enough of a motion that it was okay for him to come in. ❝ These sheets aren't nearly comfortable enough to be that sacred. ❞ she voiced up quietly, her normal hint of a dry and bitter tone tucked away. It was all pointless, his speech of dinner in bed, the light chatter about the quality of the sheets in which they slept — it all covered what was really on their minds, what really ate away at their hearts with every mile the trail covered, drawing closer to the Quell.

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              Katniss' gaze lingers forward for a delayed moment before wandering over to the male's voice growing slowly closer, her expression flat as he tossed the sugar cube nonchalantly, moments later letting it catch between his lips. What was it with him and sugar cubes? ❝ Actually, I'm not lost. And if I was I could find my way back just fine. ❞ Her tone was characteristically dry. It was difficult for Katniss to even attempt a friendly tone when any part of her registered exactly where she was, and why. Drawing in a slow breath she glanced around her before folding her arms across her chest, pulling her robe and the warmth it carried around her. ❝ I couldn't sleep. It was driving me insane staying in one place. ❞

Girl on Fire // Finnick and Katniss

              "Well, if it isn’t the Girl on Fire." Finnick says as he strolls up, throwing a sugar cube in the air over and over before popping it in his mouth. "You must be lost. The Capitol is a big place, Katniss, let me take you where you’re trying to go." He says in a darker, more serious tone. It took a lot to get Finnick off his game but, seeing his friend somewhere potentially dangerous was enough. On the same note, he couldn’t let her find out what he did for a living, how he’d acquired various secrets from around the Capitol. It was something better left undiscovered. "Where are you headed, anyway?"

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…but i can’t go on acting for the cameras and then just ignoring each other in real life

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reblog if you're a hunger games indie rp blog

And you will be put on this list. OC characters are allowed as well. With this list we can find our follow hunger games indie rp’ers. 

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and we are unforgiving

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              It was the evening before the Quell, and Katniss had turned down even the thought of dinner, keeping herself curled up in her room. Keeping the lights dimmed, the blankets bunched tightly for her to grip into a ball, she stared off with glazed eyes, her thoughts spinning endlessly. This was suppose to be over. She was a victor, never had they re-entered names into the drawing for the Hunger Games — but she knew exactly why it was happening. She knew that all that president Snow wanted from her was her death, but he wanted it on his time, wanted to put Katniss through as much mental strain as possible to make her break. He wanted to turn her into something that she wasn't, because the only thing that would please him more than her death was if there was no one to mourn the loss. ❛ Katniss, the Quell is tomorrow you really should eat. ❜ At this point Haymitch's voice was growing incessant, yet she could barely register a single emotion. She didn't feel rage, couldn't decide if it was sadness, or perhaps just spite brewing within her. Whatever it was was gnawing at her from the inside out, slowly making itself home in her system.

              She left him with no reply, just as she had with his previous attempt. The only person she wanted to see was Peeta. To say goodbye to him. She didn't want him involved in the games — her promises with Haymitch assuring that he wouldn't be sent in. She wanted a last night with him, feeling that he was the only person she could show how god honestly terrified she was of facing the games again. The only one she could be weak around.

              A few moments later another knock sounded at the door, this time sending an aggravated groan from her lips before she even bothered to wait for the voice on the other end. ❝ I'm not eating Haymitch, drop it. ❞

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"I don’t think I ever loved you."

"You never loved me."

"You’re not being fair."

"This is the right thing to do, and you know it."

"There’s nothing you can do about it now."

"I just wanted to be your first pick…"

"Did I ever matter?"

"You weren’t meant to get involved."

"Get a grip of yourself."

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At the moment, the choice would be simple. I can survive just fine without either of them.

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              I can only form one clear thought.

                            This is no place for a girl on { f i r e }.

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The Hunger Games | 7 Deadly Sins

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Peeta felt his stomach lurch at the sound of the screams. He knew it was all in his imagination but literally could hear the sound of canons going off. Katniss was dead. No. No. Peeta covered his ears and clenched his eyes shut. He needed to think logically, even as his terrors tickled at the back of his mind. “I’m not in the Games… They are over… Over. Over,” he repeated to himself as many times as he needed to hear. “Katniss is fine…”

When he finally felt strong enough to open his eyes he found himself leaning against her door. He quickly knocked on it. “Katniss?”

              Katniss' heart scattered around in her chest, thumping over itself, her breaths following suit. Clutching at the thin fabric of her night gown her cheeks heated with the tears pouring down along them, licking her lips to cease the few that had grazed across them. Hearing a knock at the door nearly sent her body back into the terrified high she was slowly trying to pull it out of, yet the moment she heard Peeta's gentle voice on the opposite end   a slow cover of warmth seemed to wash over her.

              ❝ Peeta. ❞ she exhaled, throwing the covers to the side and making her way over to the door, watching it open before them to reveal the boy that had been killed in her dream. She huffed out a strained breath almost in relief, throwing herself at him to wrap her arms around his neck, embracing him into a tight hug. He's here, he's right here. He's real, he's real Katniss. Squeezing her eyes shut she burried her face in the boys chest, her form visibly shaking. ❝ They won't stop. The nightmares... ❞ her tone was uneven, wavering in emotion. ❝ They won't stop. ❞

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            { ❛ This is the 75th year of the Hunger Games.

                  The tributes are to be reaped on the existing pool of victors! ❜ }

              Snow's words embedded themselves into Katniss' mind, pulling her hands up to block them over her ears, pleading with herself to let it be silent, just for a moment, just to take in a breath that wasn't pained. Heaving out a breath she stumbled over a thick branch, the woods covered in a blanket of snow. Her breath fogged out in front of her, fighting to keep up with her inhales, her exhales, keeping her lungs working as best as possible with the devestation that sat like a pit in her stomach. She was going back. Again, she was going back. They promised peace as a victor, yet all she had gotten was a roughened hand served directly to her from the president himself.

              Clenching her jaw tightly she fought back the tears that threatened to spill across her lashes, reaching the back of her wrist up to brush a single drop away — hardly glancing up before she reached where her legs had mindlessly carried her. Swinging the door open without warning of entry, Katniss searched the place with her blurred gaze, ignoring Haymitch's slightly drunken slurrs of protest. ❝ Peeta? ❞ she called out, her tone breaking slightly of fear, betrayal, anger.

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I miss her.