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[Peeta Mellark]

The Hunger Games were the worlds most talked about games in the world. There were people that loved the idea of the games. There were people that loathed the games. The people that loved them usually were the people inside the Capitol. The people that never had anyone they were attached to having to participate inside the events.

Peeta was a person that hated these games. He hated that people were forced to go inside the games and die. He hated that children were killing other children. He hated that the games changed people. He hated every aspect of it.
He still could not believe it had nearly been a year since the last games ended. The games that changed his life forever. Nonstop nightmares played inside his head. They were a never-ending battle and he could not get away from them.

He had tried his hardest not to let the games destroy himself, but of course, even Peeta had changed quite a bit after the games. You can only be the same person for so long after witnessing people die, and killing people. The Hunger Games were torture. He was lucky to have survived.

Today was the announcement of the 25th Hunger Games and he knew it would be one of the biggest yet. Every quarter of the Hunger Games always had some twist. The last one included a total of 48 players inside the arena; that was the year his mentor Haymitch won. This year... he could only imagine the disaster.

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Standing with Haymitch, and Katniss as they awaited the ceremony to begin he could hardly breathe. He knew that nobody in his family was in the drawing this year, but Katniss's little sister Primrose was in the drawing, and he knew Katniss would die if her little sister had to go inside the arena.
He sucked in his breath as he reached his hand down, to hold onto Katniss's hand. He did not know if she would appreciate it but he wanted to comfort her....

Things were a little strained after the 74th Hunger Games Event with him and Katniss. For Peeta never lied about loving Katniss, and he knew part of her actions with him were for the fact it was all part of the game. He would have loved to hate her for this but Peeta was never going to be capable of hating Katniss Everdeen. He really did love her.

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this year, as everyone, of course, knows the hunger games are going to be delivered differently. Effie Trinket announced to District 12. this year there is going to be two girls, and two boys, taken from each district to participate in the games...

Peeta felt himself gap lightly with the rest of the crowd. However, he had a feeling this was not all, because that would just be copying the last quarter quell... and sure enough Effie Trinket continued.

And, one boy, and one girl from the victor pile will be chosen to go inside the arena to help these tributes. They will not be coming out alive. Effie Trinket's voice faltered a little. It was obvious she was not prepared for the next aspect. Effie had actually grown seemingly attached to the victors throughout the past year. So let the drawings begin... and may the odds be ever in your favor.

Peeta's heart sunk to his chest, as he glanced over at Haymitch and Katniss, and he knew... he knew Katniss was going back in... And that left either him or Haymitch.

There was no way Peeta was letting Katniss go in the arena without him.

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[Katniss Everdeen]

*Will make pretty later*

The day before was a rather successful hunting day. A few rabbits and squirrels, she had even found a fresh strawberry patch. However, Katniss found she could not bring herself to eat. The dreams had become more intense, and she knew that it was all the result of one thing. The Hunger Games. She could not stop herself these last few months from looking at every child as she passed in the seam, wondering which one it would be. The young boy who had lost his foot, or would it be the tiny slender girl who looked like she had not eaten in the past two days. She had stopped and given the small girl the few coins in her pocket as she passed. Katniss could hardly bring herself to even look at Prim, fearing that President Snow would find more creative ways to punish her. She understood why Haymitch drank now more than ever. It was the only way he could dull the anxiety. Two of these young children would be sent off to the arena and be put under her care. Logically she understood that there was only so much a mentor could do. Only so much she could do. No matter what she knew that she would feel personally responsible when one or both children died. Katniss hated these games, hated what they had forced her to do, forced her to see. She only did what she had to do to survive, but that did not take away from the fact that she was responsible for the deaths of other tributes. Nor did it take away from the fact that Rue was gone. Rue was a constant character in her nightmares. The small girl from district eleven that had reminded her so much of her sister.


The capitol needed their entertainment, their sick and destructive entertainment. After an entire year since her victory with Peeta it was that time again. In some ways it seemed longer than just a year, but in others it felt like only yesterday. The 75th Hunger Games, the idea made her sick. How many innocent children did that leave dead? She refused to do the math, it only made her angry so she decided to push the idea out of her head as best she could. President Snow would most certainly be watching, and she still needed to play up the star-crossed lovers act. It was the only thing she could do if she wanted to save the people she cared about. She reached down and took Peeta’s hand without a word. Things were not the best between them, but they were forced to stand with Haymitch as victors. It was a selfish act on Katniss’s part. She knew Peeta would never refuse her, and she knew it was wrong. She needed him today. She needed his strength, his support, and a reminder to them both that they were not alone. They would both need that, as today was the day the quarter quell announcement. She had spent hours alone in the woods, making herself dizzy thinking what sick twist the capitol would add this year. She just could not do it anymore. She reasoned that it was best not to focus on the ‘what ifs’ anymore and just worry after they announced what it would actually be. As Effie Trinket began to make the announcement, she gripped Peeta’s hand tighter. This was her life from now on, and as she looked at the intoxicated Haymitch she realized it would never get any easier. Forgetting Prim, she wished she had of just eaten the berries it would have been simpler. It was easy to think it, but not something Katniss could have ever done. She was a survivor, to her very core.

Then came the announcement. What did Effie mean two girls and two boys? Katniss had only prepared herself to watch as one boy and one girl died, not two! There was barely even time for Katniss to register that it had already been done before. It was not the capitols style to repeat themselves, that would be boring. She looked up to Haymitch, and something told her Haymitch had already figured out the catch. He was looking straight ahead, not blinking, but yet he had a sobering look on his face. What? What was it? She turned to Peeta. Then she heard. But, if they were choosing from the victors pile and she was the only girl then that would mean... She and Haymitch, or Peeta would be going back. Back to the arena… She faltered a bit. Taking the place from Prim was one thing, being forced back into it was another. She had won! It was supposed to mean she was free from being inside the games. Of course, with President Snow she should have known better…

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[Peeta Mellark]

So many emotions were flying into Peeta's mind. He could not grasp everything that was going on around him. His hand was still firmly holding onto Katniss's hand and at this moment, he did not want to let go. There was many moments where this was a key case, however right now he feared letting her go. Did he hear Effie correctly? He couldn't have... this all just seemed so unreal. He swore he heard her say the victors would not be making it out alive. This meant... his eyes narrowed at Katniss as he started to realize what was really about to happen. Her fate? Her fate in the arena was not to survive but to protect the other tributes of their district. It meant for her own death. And, with that being said, it included either Haymitch’s or his own death as well.

His eyes narrowed to Effie and then to the big jar that held only two names. One for Haymitch and one for himself was what he presumed. However, assuming was not necessary because it was fact. There had ever only been three victors in District 12 and that was Haymitch, Katniss, and himself. The names in that jar were him and Haymitch. This had to be a dream because this could not be happening. Haymitch, Katniss, and he had already paid their 'respects' to the Capitol inside the arena. They were not supposed to ever have to enter again let alone die! They were supposed to be free of the fiery of President Snow... it just had to be a dream.

Peeta licked his lips as he took a huge gulp, trying not to let his nerves show but it was really no use. He was beyond afraid... and beyond nervous. In addition, he knew no matter how much he wanted this to be another nightmare it just was not in the cards today. This was President's Snow's way of getting back at Katniss and Peeta. It did not matter if they had presumably outsmarted the Hunger Games last year... they were going to end up dead. Or well... Katniss was.

Effie's hands reached in and grabbed out a name. Her eyes scanned over back to the victors before announcing Haymitch her voice faltered, and before, Peeta even knew what he was doing, he dropped Katniss's hand, and stepped forward as fast as he could, before shouting out in a shaky voice.

" No! I volunteer as Tribute! I'll... I'll go in the arena."

He could hear a few gasps from the crowd but in the reality of it all, it came to no shock to anyone that he was going to volunteer. It was almost certain he would because everyone knew how much he loved Katniss and if Katniss were to die, he would as well. Effie gave a small look of pity, but you could see it even in Effie's eyes, that she knew he was bound to offer himself up because she knew how much Peeta loved the girl.

Peeta glanced around the crowd as they were asked to be brought up to the stage. He made a mental note not to make eye contact with Katniss. He had a slight feeling she was not going to be happy with him for automatically giving up his life like this. He had a slight feeling Haymitch would not be oh so grateful to him either.

His eyes scanned the crowd as he looked toward his family. His older brothers almost seemed to look proud of their younger brothers, his mother looked disinterested, and his father... he could not grasp the look on his father's face, but he had a feeling out of everyone in his family his father would be the one to miss the boy the most. And then, his eyes narrowed some more noticing that Primrose was crying and so was Mrs. Everdeen, which caused his heart to break into a million of pieces.

More than anything, he wanted to reach down and grab Katniss's hand again. Peeta's eyes glanced back over to Katniss as he examined her, wishing he could figure out what she was thinking. Hoping being mad at him was the least of her worries; they did after all have to put back on their act for the cameras again.

And then... Effie started to call out the other Tributes names.

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[Katniss Everdeen]

*Will make pretty later*

Katniss wanted to run. Just run into the forest and never come back. She could make it. Between her and Gale hunting full time they could keep everyone fed. Her mother, sister, Gale’s family, Peeta and Haymitch. They could do it. Her mother and Prim could see to anyone who got sick or injured. Haymitch might even prove to be useful after he was forced to be sober. They could take Lady for milk, and of course, Buttercup would have to come too. The mouths to feed just kept piling up, but they could manage. They would be safe. She preferred her chances to be taken out in the forest, opposed to the arena where her death was certain. She was brought back to reality by the feel of Peeta’s hand, she did not realize how tightly she was gripping it. She knew she had to of been cutting off his circulation so she eased her grip, but not by much. She couldn’t let go. She knew they were going back, she knew Peeta would take Haymitch’s place if his own name was not called. She had to know where he was, she could not lose him again.


The three of them were very silent, they knew what was going to happen. There was no need to say anything. Katniss stared at the bowl with one single slip of paper. It would say ‘Katniss Everdeen’, and it would be read in a matter of moments. It was really a joke, she could see President Snow’s signature all over this. If he wanted to send her a message, he could not have done it in any clearer way. He wanted her dead, and he wanted her and Peeta to suffer for what they had done. What would she say to Prim, how could she be doing this to her little sister again. They would lose the house in the victors village, and go back to the seam. Gale would never let them starve. Even though she was going back to the area, she could not stop worrying about Prim. The idea more than anything made her want to cry, but she refused. Instead she looked forward with a cold resolve.


‘Haymitch’, Katniss thought sorrowfully, but she barely had time to pity him before Peeta dropped her hand. She lost her control the instant Peeta released her. She closed her eyes to prevent the tears from welling up. She was going to lose the boy with the bread. There would be no playing the ‘star crossed lovers’ angle this year. No matter how many fans wanted to see the two of them make it out alive and come back for their wedding in the capitol it would never happen. Nothing would change the rules this year. She watched as Peeta was ushered up on the stage away from her, it seemed to be happening in slow motion as he was being taken away from her. How? She wondered. But she knew how. Peeta was forfeiting his life for her. Out of love, out of rebellion, and wanting to be with her up until the very end. Peeta’s motives were simple for her to understand now. Even if they had not been so clear to her in the past.


Love was something she could not afford to think about right now. Not when she could almost count down the days until she ceased to exist. She just wanted things to be ok between her and Peeta, especially now. She watched as Peeta scanned the crowd. And refused to look away once he caught her eye. Here they were again, going back into the area. Would it be any different? She doubted it. They would just be two people struggling to survive. Only this time she did not have her secret. Everyone in all of Panem knew of her skill with the bow and arrow. It was a safe bet no one would let her get her hands on one this year. Katniss did not hear anything else until Effie said her name. Her eyes never left Peeta’s. She felt like she was dreaming, or watching it all happen through someone else’s eyes. This wasn’t happening to her, but it was, of course it was.

When she reached the stage she took her place at Peeta’s side, and automatically reached back for his hand. Like she had done countless other times before. They were a team, a team that had won together, and would die together. She looked over at Peeta, wondering if he was thinking the same thing she was. What other innocent souls would be accompanying them to the arena.

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[Peeta Mellark]

His eyes tore away from Katniss. He closed his eyes for a moment. He was hoping this was still a dream. There was still a chance it could be a dream. Any moment now he would be waking up and realize he's home in his bed. He would realize that Katniss was going to have a long life ahead of her and she was back home as sound asleep as she could be. Because face it what Peeta and Katniss had to face would always haunt them but I mean they would be all right, they were alive. He would realize that he would never have to face the Hunger Games again. They won. It was over.

This was the second time in the past twenty minutes he kept telling himself this was not real. His eyes slowly fluttered open as he let out a soft, mangled whimper. It was not a dream and he needed to stay focused. He needed to stop telling himself it was, and he needed to be strong for Katniss. And now it was not only Katniss he needed to be strong for. He also needed to be strong for the two new tributes they were about to call forward. Katniss and him were going to have to die for these new tributes. Well, at least one of them, that gave a soft ping to Peeta's chest.

How were they supposed to decide in the end which tribute got to live? It was so much different last year for him. Peeta was willing to give up his life for Katniss, and he still was. However, this time what were they supposed to do? How could they decide whose life was more valuable than another’s? It killed him inside. He would do anything to keep Katniss safe but that was not possible at this point. Peeta just hoped he died before her though. But now, how was he supposed to keep Katniss, and these other two tributes alive?

He felt Katniss's hand again, and he gave her hand a light squeeze. Just her touch was making him feel slightly alive again. He ran his thumb over the back of her hand as if trying his hardest to comfort her... but he knew it would not be much use. How is one supposed to accept their fate as death? It is one thing to walk into the arena knowing you have a one in twenty-four shot for survival but it is another idea to have no chance at all.

In the end of it all. He supposed the 'star-crossed lovers' trial and error was all bitter sweet. The two lovers had entered the arena and came out together by some miracle, but they were doomed either way. He figured some audiences would find amazing entertainment out of this all. ‘The Star Crossed Lovers, in the arena again. No chance for survival. Fated to die. And die they shall... Together even in death. An amazing love story with a tragic ending" It was all rather sick. He didn't know how people could find this to be... entertaining. Watching people die... utterly disgusting.

He heard the names being called off now and saw two tributes walk on stage. And everything was just a blur to him after that. Effie began to talk and he could not even muster up the courage to look at these two new tributes, knowing Katniss and himself were going to have to die for them. However, he was sure soon enough they would be introduced to the two new tributes, and from there... think of a way to save them.

Save one of them. He could not allow himself to get attached to them both. This was just... killing him. He could not even process it all.

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[Araceli Ricci]

Ara was miserable when she woke up. Reaping Day. She loathed Reaping Day. She always had, of course, it terrified her nearly as much as fire scared her. It was the thought of going into the arena and never seeing your loved ones again, or worse yet, watching your loved ones fight for their lives on national T.V.. That was something Ara was scared of more than anything. She had lost her parent's two years ago to that house fire that scarred her for life my making her watcher her home burn. She only had her older siblings now. Thankfully Lia was nineteen now. She had managed to escape the reaping and was safe now. But Dante was seventeen. He had this year and next year before he was safe. She was dreading how she was fifteen and had this year then three more after that before she was done.

She had climbed up onto the roof that night and watched the sunrise after having another nightmare, somehow not waking her siblings with her screams. But that had been a while ago. Now she was standing with the other girls waiting for a name to be called. She was praying she and/or Dante would not be called. She looked over at Dante, her grey eyes worried. He smiled at her comfortingly but it didn't help. It never did. But it was worse not that she would be losing so much of one of them went in. She looked back as Effie started speaking and she tugged on the sleeve of her faded teal dress. She sighed when she didn't start with names right away, of course she never did, and brushed a brown curl away from her face. She loved curling her hair, but she hardly ever did. She was generally wearing in back in a braid or pony tail like most women and girls in her district. But Reapings were a 'formal' event.

'this year, as everyone, of course, knows the hunger games are going to be delivered differently. This year there is going to be two girls, and two boys, taken from each district to participate in the games... And, one boy, and one girl from the victor pile will be chosen to go inside the arena to help these tributes. They will not be coming out alive. So let the drawings begin... and may the odds be ever in your favor.'

Ara's eyes shot wide and she gasped and shook her head as she looked at Katniss. No... but she adored Katniss. She was so strong and brave. She wished she was like Katniss. But.. Katniss was going to die this time. Not 'if's 'and's or 'but's about it. She then looked at Peeta knowing he was going in. He loved her so unconditionally, that even if Haymitch was pulled, Peeta would volunteer. And sure enough, that was exactly what happened. She was horrified by this, but she knew it wasn't over. The tributes still had to be chosen. She looked over at Dante again and bit on her lower lip. Dante smiled at her and nodded and mouthed, 'Love you. It will be fine Ara, don't worry. We will both be fine and go home.' The little brunette smiled back and nodded and looked back at Effie as she traditionally started with the girls.

'Ladies first.' Just like every year. She reached in and pulled out a slip of paper and she closed her eyes not wanting to see while she listened. 'Araceli Ricci!'

She kept her eyes shut for a moment then they shot open and she froze until Effie said her name again. She looked at first her sister who was also in shot but she nodded her head towards the stage. She stared through the crowd that parted for her and she looked at her brother's stricken expression and tears blurred her vision and she couldn't help but start crying as she walked up to the stage. She dried her eyes, or rather tried to and she stood quietly not uttering a word. Though she looked at Katniss and Peeta praying they could get her out alive. They did it. They maybe could save her. She still had the slim one in twenty-four chance of surviving, with an extra twenty-four people thrown in there to make things difficult. But at least two of them wouldn't be out to kill her. Now if she could at least get away with her brother staying out of this. Then Lia wouldn't be alone. She and Dante would still have each other. But based on her past experiences, what with her parent's dying and her getting Reaped, their chances did not look good.

'May the odds be ever in your favor. Yes Effie... But my odds have never been good. The odds are not in my favor. But please change that. I don't want Dante in here with me.' she though miserably as she cried softly on stage her gaze passing from her brother to her sister.

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[Katniss Everdeen]

*Will make pretty later*

Katniss stood perfectly still as her eyes fixed forward. The only thing that was anchoring her to reality was Peeta’s warm hand. In her mind she was off in the woods, waiting patiently down wind and waiting for prey to walk by. She kept reflecting on being in the woods, dreaming that it was real. When Effie Trinket began speaking again it was just another harsh reminder that it was all too real. She was not in the woods with Gale, she was back on the stage being presented as a Hunger Games tribute for the second time. She could hear the whispers and moans of the injustice of it all. The one thing she wanted to block out more than anything was the sound of Prim crying in the back ground. She was inconsolable, and her heart wrenching sobs tore at Katniss. She was urged to run, and comfort her younger sister and promise her that everything would be all right. Even if it was a lie. However, the line of peacekeepers was preventing her from doing it. She kept her eyes forward, not daring to look toward Prim and her mother knowing it would mean certain doom for what was left of her resolve. She re-adjusted her grip on Peeta’s hand.


Katniss could not bring herself to think about the other two tributes. How could she? Did they really expect her to give up her own life, and sacrifice Peeta for the other tributes. Would she? No, she knew instantly that she could never do that. Peeta would have gladly died, almost did in order to keep her safe. It was apparent that President Snow would never let her live, but maybe somehow she could find a way to protect Peeta. If he managed to be the only remaining survivor then he would have to be the victor. Right? Even if not she would do everything in her power from inside the arena to make it so. She began proposing secret conversation ideas she wanted to have with Haymitch on the train. If anyone could help her, it had to be him, as much as she hated to admit it. Perhaps if she was finally dead then Snow would let her family know peace. She made a silent promise that no matter how much the other tributes reminded her of Prim, or even Rue, her goal was to see to it that Peeta managed to outlast all the others in any way she could. She owed him that much.

Peeta had once said that he did not want to let the capitol ‘own’ him. He had said that he wanted to play the games in his own way. Katniss was determined to take those words to heart once again. She would not play the game that the capitol wanted her to play. She would play her own way, and repay the debt she felt she owed. She could accept her death, but not his. As long as she could get a bow in her hands she had a chance. No one even had to know, aside from Haymitch. Maybe then she would finally be done with the arena for good. Perhaps if she even played up the ‘star crossed lovers’ angle enough people would being pulling for them once again. Maybe even break a rule and let Peeta live. It was not much to go on, but it was something to keep her going emotionally. Hope.


The next few moments went by in a blur, Katniss was so enveloped in her own thought process that she barely had time to register what was going on. She heard as the girls name was announced, but she barely registered it. She watched as the girl began to cry. Katniss frowned at the girl. Crying was not a good thing, not if she wanted to present herself as a threat instead of a weakling. Wait…no, maybe it was a good thing. After all she had promised herself not to get attached. The only miracle she had was if all the other tributes and victors ended up dead, leaving Peeta as the only one standing and the only possible victor. It was a long, long, long shot but it was her only one. Katniss forced herself not to look at the girl. Her heart had already sunk after looking over her small features. This was just a girl, just one small girl. She knew what horrors the girl would face, the nightmares that would come if she survived the opening bloodshed and found any sleep. Katniss knew it was hopeless for herself, the president would just keep finding ways to kill her. However, this young wisp of a girl also now had no future. They were just more pawns for the capitol, and they would bleed and suffer for their amusement.

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[Peeta Mellark]

His hands began to feel sweaty from Katniss's hand, the warmth was uncanny and the heat was radiating between Peeta and Katniss. Nevertheless, for the life of him he was not about to let her go. He had never wanted to let her go when they first entered into the arena a year ago. He had not wanted to let her go in the middle, or even at the ending of the Hunger Games. If he could have it, his way he would never let her leave his side, he would never let her hand go, but this was not possible. For many reasons; for one it wouldn't be allowed, and two, she may be holding onto his hand, but her reasoning behind the grip on his hand was for so many different reasons, then why Peeta was holding onto hers. It really broke his heart when he was informed her actions were only for the games. He glanced at her face for a brief moment, as a frown etched upon his face... a frown planted firmly on his face for so many reasons... he was not happy with this situation at all...

The sweat dripping down Peeta's face was a mixture of so many emotions that were making him sick to his stomach. A mixture of fear, worry, panic, his love for Katniss, and his hatred for the capitol was what mixed together to form his unease. Oh how he loathed the capitol. He knew this had to be a stab for last year’s games, and for the ending and how two victors survived, how Katniss outsmarted the games, they were beyond pissed, and they were about to take it out on everyone to prove who had the power.

Peeta licked his lips tasting the saltiness and shook his head in disbelief. He finally managed to look up at the audience one more time as Effie began to speak more, but he had blocked her out by now. He knew that the two new tributes, and Katniss and himself, would soon be taken to rooms to say there final goodbyes....

The sound of Primrose's cries were the loudest ring to his ears. Over the past year he had grown a fondest for Katniss's little sister, she really was a sweet heart, and had a heart of gold. She was nowhere near as strong as Katniss but her will and hope was just as strong as her older sister's. He really admired both Everdeen girls... of course, in entirely different viewpoints. Truth was, he probably had spoken to Primrose more the past year then Katniss, and that was to merely check up on Katniss but eventually Primrose and him had their own small connection far away from Katniss.

It was the look on the little girl's face that stung him the most... Primrose was about to lose her sister even after losing her father. Peeta looked at Katniss one last time, then out to the crowd again, and noticed Gale looking terrified and his heart plunged with jealousy but at the same time... pity. Katniss had a sister, a mom, and Gale here in District 12; she needed to come out alive. And his heart kept telling him he needed a way to make this possible for her. He was bound to die trying... the Capitol had to have some loopholes, to help keep Katniss alive. Maybe... loop holes to keep the other two tributes alive... and he was about to die trying. He just worried that even if he found a loophole no matter what happened... the Capitol would still try to kill Katniss. But if he could just… possibly keep the audience on his and Katniss’s side the Capitol wouldn’t harm her in fear the whole Country would be in a uproar after everything Peeta did to keep his love alive. It was all he could hope for at this point. He wanted Katniss to go on and live happily with her sister… and, as much as it pained him Gale. There was no way Peeta was coming out alive therefore at least Gale could make her happy.

It was then out of the corner of his eyes, he finally caught his first glimpse at the girl tribute. She looked to be a year or two younger then himself and Katniss. He tried to not stare too long at the young girl because his heart ached. His main priority in this goal was for Katniss, and then, Katniss's would be for the young girl, or the boy. Either way he did not want to get attached to the young girl... unless there was a way to save two or three people in the arena. It took all his will power to tear his eyes away, and keep a clam and ready expression on his face.

They were about to be thrown back into hell…

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[Araceli Ricci]

Ara was still crying when Effie moved on to the boy's drawing. She looked at the capital woman and held her breath as she reached her hand out and pulled out a name. She was praying it wouldn't be Dante. That was all she could hope for at this exact moment. She wasn't paying too much attention only to hear that it wasn't Dante. The young girl sighed in relief but out of the corner of her eyes she caught something. She looked over and saw Dante starting to move. She caught his eyes and shook her head slightly and flicked her eyes at Lia who had noticed as well and was trying her hardest not to cry. 'Dante don't let Lia be alone,' she mouthed. 'I have Peeta and Katniss okay? I'll be fine' Dante nodded reluctently and Ara relaxed slightly.

She wasn't going to have to worry about her siblings being alone. She sighed and dried her tears feeling a bit better, though not by much. That was when she saw Peeta out of the corner of her eye looking at her. But when she turned her head, he had already looked away and she sighed. Well she figured they would have time enough for introduction's on the train. That was when she would try and get any sort of help from them. And offer up any of her help as well, though she wasn't a fighter in the least, so her help may have been more along the lines of some first aid. After fifteen years of always falling and gettinv hurt while locating danger, she had learned how to patch wounds up so she wouldn't die.

For now she waited as they went through the traditional things for after the boy's name was drawn and she waited in silence as she dried her tears. And managed to keep them away as she waited to be led off to say her good byes to her siblings.

[Katniss Everdeen]

*Will make pretty later*

Katniss watched as the people began to yell out their opinions. They obviously disagreed, but with the new head peacekeeper she did not think it would be wise. She wondered how many people would be sent to her mother’s tonight with their backs ripped to shreds. She wondered how things would be seen in the career districts where they had several surviving victors. Would it be seen as good entertainment, or would others lash out as well. Would it matter if you lost two of your district’s celebrities when you had piles of them, or would people be attached? Judging from district 12 it was hard to discern, when there were only a few precious victors. Maybe they were only disagreeing because they did not want the star-crossed lovers to die. At least the ones that still believed it.

Katniss looked over when she felt Peeta’s eyes on her. She could not interrupt the look on his face. Anger? Fear? She understood the rapid-fire emotions because they were overwhelming her too. However, she hated the way he was looking at her. It made her feel guilty, and she did not know why. His motives were not always clear, she could only hope that his did not match hers. It would be hard to eliminate all the other contestants and the two tributes to keep Peeta alive if he was willing to do the same. No, he could not know. She wondered if she could do it, kill not only because she had to. Marvel and Glimmer was one thing, it was self-defense. Maybe it would be easier if she knew she was going to die, and would not have to live the rest of her life with the guilt and the nightmares. Somehow, she doubted it.

She looked out over the crowd, and watched as Gale picked up her little sister. She was still crying but she could see over the crowd better and was waving at Katniss. Katniss dropped Peeta’s hand out of instinct to run to her, as she always did when Prim cried. Prim was reaching out for her. Katniss took a step forward, and then she remembered. She stilled herself. She could feel her resolve fading. Her eyes trailed over to Gale. She would have given anything to be back in the forest hunting. More than anything, it was what she wanted. She could see the look on his face, but much like Peeta’s she could not understand what it meant. Love was a complicated thing, and she hated being in the middle of it. She knew if she wanted any help, or hope in the arena she would have to appear as if she was drowning it the stuff. The more in love with Peeta, she was the more food they would receive. Perhaps if she pushed it over the top she might even get sent a bow and a dozen arrows. She wondered how far she would have to go.

Katniss regained control of herself and vowed not to lose it again until they were safely on the train. No camera there, so no one could see her weakness. She wanted to appear brutal and vicious, she wanted the other victors and tributes to remember her as the girl on fire. The girl who killed careers, the girl who destroyed the supplies, the girl who was deadly with a bow and arrow. Not the terrified girl, not the girl that sang to Rue as she was dying. She wanted to be intimidating and determined. It would win her more favor. Still she had to balance that with being overly in love. These were two conflicting appearances that Katniss had not mastered. This year would defiantly present different challenges.

The girl tribute was not helping her case. She looked fragile, and her face was covered in tears. Others would remember her as an easy target in the arena. She was dangerous to have around. Katniss forced herself to look at the two tributes with only a strategically eye. If the four of them would be working together, she wanted a strong team. Refusing to be attached. She knew it was almost hopeless. That was who she was; she was the girl that wanted to protect others. She kept reminding herself of Rue, and the pain that accompanied those memories. The less involved she got, the easier it would be when they died. She felt herself become very ill at the thought.

Outfit: Soon
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Tag: Peeta