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Apr. 10th, 2012 04:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
katewritesI haven't thought about the Hunger Games in a very long time, because I still wanted it to go:
Book 1
Book 2: Katniss is a mentor and has to work the Capitol while at the same time realizing there's an uprising coming
Book 3: Katniss leads the rebellion
And then someone wrote ficlets of Katniss as a mentor!
the one where the reaps aren't prim
The one where it is Gale and, shit, that would have been a book
Book 1
Book 2: Katniss is a mentor and has to work the Capitol while at the same time realizing there's an uprising coming
Book 3: Katniss leads the rebellion
And then someone wrote ficlets of Katniss as a mentor!
the one where the reaps aren't prim
The one where it is Gale and, shit, that would have been a book
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Date: 2012-04-11 04:09 am (UTC)Katniss is still screaming and Effie is doing the only thing she knows how to do, which is talk about fashions and rich people.
"Katniss, please," Effie says. "I cannot concentrate with all that noise."
Katniss turns to her, but then Effie is out of her seat and rounds a slap on Katniss's face. "Be quiet. You are a victor and a mentor. Deport yourself as someone who wants her tongue."
Then, like nothing happened, Effie spins again and says, "I completely forgot about the Tassletons. Lovely couple. They always pick their favorites early and sometimes they choose from non-career districts."
When Cinna enters, Katniss goes nearly limp. She looks at him and says only his name. Haymitch pours himself more.
He corners her later, after Cinna has dressed her and curled her hair and made her beautiful.
"You have to choose now," he says. He opens his mouth to explain that she'll need to choose who her favorite is now because sponsors don't like 12, and now they have one chance, one to get maybe a few gifts. A few. And she'll need to decide now who she's going to give them to.
She looks at him and its one of the moments that makes him want to rip her face off because she's looking at him and she knows exactly what he means. He hates that someone knows him so well.
"Gale," she says, without hesitation.
He opens his flask. Drinks it. Offers her some and she knocks back some.
"Ok, then," he says. "Let's go do our jobs."
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Date: 2012-04-11 10:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-11 12:59 pm (UTC)YES
OH FUCK ME. COHERENT THOUGHT LATER. JESUS CHRIST. EFFIE. I JUST. OH GOD.