Genkai

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Yeah, she'll go back to her weekend job in January (god she works so much) but for now, she's taking advantage of me not being in school again. I think getting up without her scooter was a good step for her though she swears she won't get her other foot done because this ordeal was too much. :/

Pssst, Gale, Haymitch take off your shirt. See? I can help! The warm & fuzzy feelings~! Wooh! I have 2 short posts I need to also get to, I can push my group post to tomorrow I'm sure, I'll still have all day to myself. :3

Beyond a Fire's Embers

She's doing better, less pain I think. She's still going to work, we still help her in and out of the car but she wants to try putting weight on her foot and do some prep for Thanksgiving, which I think is good.

I posted! Let me know if Gale and Katniss are too OC. ^^;

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Gale felt so out of place.

So alone.

When Prim made her presence known, he motioned for her to stand next to him. "Yeah, it...it really is." He sighed and reached out for her hand, putting his atop hers, their fingers lacing together as he then rested them against the top of the cool stone wall separating them from the edge of everything. "To be honest I was beginning to feel unlike myself, like being here was changing me." He said to her as he kept his eyes set on the view sprawled out before them. "But it kind of feels like home now." He said and glanced down at their hands. He smiled to Prim and leaned against the wall. He was feeling a lot better now. When he had been alone, able to reflect on the city and its people and their weird obsession with the Hunger Games, he felt like he was slowly going insane.

But when Prim found him, when he saw her, everything stopped spinning and even his mind could settle down. He then looked back down at their hands. His were bigger than hers, had more wear thanks to the hunting he did while she stayed indoors. Though that dynamic had already begun to change after Katniss had been taken from them. Prim and Gale went outside more and soon he knew, her hands would be able to reflect how strong she was on the inside. Thanks to the primping of the Capital, many scars and bruises had been erased and it somehow saddened him to think that a person's history, their bumps and scrapes could somehow just vanish. "I miss the cut I had here." He used his other hand to gesture to the line that used to run from the end of his thumb, to the side of his wrist, on the back of his hand. He got that when he had been shooting with Katniss when they were younger, back then the damage served as a firm reminder to always be safe and aware of everything around you.

He then moved his hand that was atop Prim's and traced his fingers to where a small scar would have been. "They're trying to change us." He muttered. He refused to let them turn him into one of them, someone polished and pretty. It made him sick and he longer for home. Rather than dwell on the bit of anger, he looked back to Prim and found comfort in the fact that despite the Capital's meddling, he could still see her for her. He could never look at Johanna and see anything but the Capital's strings attached to her. He knew she may need to be their ally but for now he wanted to push all of that aside. "If they're going to change us, we should change for the better so we can be stronger and help those we care about." Gale said, still looking at her, feeling more warm and relaxed than when he was out with Haymitch, being paraded like some glorified house pet. For now though, he was happy where he was, in his mind, back home with all his scars earned, where they belonged. And he had Prim. "I'm glad I'm here, I don't regret volunteering." He said quietly as his hand went back down, this time curling around her's.

"You're stuck with me a little while longer." Gale grinned, teasingly.

Since Katniss was doing her best to behave more, she had to limit herself and not let out anymore swear words. She knew Effie didn't like it and she also knew it had to be adjusted for the interviews in a week. Still, she couldn't help but swear in her head but it wasn't nearly as gratifying as yelling it aloud. She hadn't noticed Haymitch was around, as she was preoccupied with trying not to blind herself with the black gunk. Even his words fell on deaf ears, it wasn't until she felt someone sit by her, that she noticed Haymitch was going to witness a moment of weakness, not just weakness though, a moment of stupidity. Katniss blushed and tried to roll her eyes but that proved to be difficult since one of her eyes was glued shut. She heard him chuckle softly and it only agitated her even more, summoning more red to cross her face. "Don't laugh at me." She whined helplessly and let out a huff of tiredness and annoyance. This was how she was going to die, death by mascara.

That would be a hilarious news segment.

Now she was tempted to just fall over and die if it meant having a laugh about it.

Having finally looked up, she glanced to Haymitch who told her to think nothing of what Johanna had done. She swallowed and glanced off, not sure if he was defending Johanna or trying to make her feel better. Katniss couldn't tell and it bothered her, made her anxious and a little worried. Her first instinct was to make a snippy remark at him about his perverted crush on a total psychopath but his next comment caused her to hold her tongue. Katniss smiled slightly. "I feel like she needs to stab her dessert and throw it across the room...only then she can devour her prey." She laughed a little and looked down at her hands, stained with black crud. She glanced back to Haymitch and decided if he was going to sit there, he could at least be useful. "Come here." Katniss muttered and pulled his arm over and rolled down the sleeve so she could use to get somewhat clean. She didn't feel very bad about messing up his shirt, though he did look good in something tailored to him, she Capital could just clean it or get him a new one.

Katniss used his shirt to get around her eyes and along her cheeks so that most of the muck was off her, she then just wiped her hands on her black pants, not caring too much about appearances. "Thanks." She said as she handed his arm back to him, smiling slightly. "Sorry about your shirt, you do like good in it." She considered and glanced down, her blush nearly gone, hadn't it not been for her comment. "I don't think Johanna's your type." She couldn't help but say out of nowhere. "So you know..." She looked up to Haymitch and remembered hearing a few whispers about what Gale had said about Haymitch's hair. "I don't think she likes your hair but I do, it suits you." Katniss said and decided she would now rather be in a lake filled with mascara because she felt incredibly out of her element. "Just like wearing deadly mascara suits her." She quickly said, trying to hide once again behind a witty comment.

Still, she couldn't help but laugh a little at their current situation. "I'm glad you're not letting them change something about you, even if it's your hair."

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XD

Almost done with my post, I had to go watch my mom try walking for the first time in like over a month, so of course she's nagging about the kitchen and yadda yadda yadda. But anywho...I know when I get back from the movie, I'll be in such a mood to RP. But I won't be leaving for another 4 or 5 hours so who knows. *nudges you toward replying so when I get home I can post again* But this post is super cute and I love it.

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Sorry folks, shit is gonna happen...a lot. XD But we still get fluff too!

Good, glad that works, we get drama but not in too bad of a way. :3

I hope I can put some fluff into my Katniss part, but needless to say Prim will be getting a massive lady boner for Gale right now and skipping is NOT an option because cute things are happening!

Beyond a Fire's Embers

If Katniss loses Wiress, she's gonna feel like shit, be it could happen.

Oh that's good then, glad it works. I kinda just made it up but yay!

Gale's part is done, hopefully it's not too OC for him but if it is, let me know and I can tweak or pull it back. >____>' But his part did make me gush a bit.

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No that makes sense to me, I know we wanted Prim and Katniss to fight before it explodes. And I'm fine with Prim finally exploding at Johanna who has probably been pushing her buttons for a while. They'd then lose sight of Finnick, Johanna, Beetee and Wiress and be on their own but the aftermath of the fight between everyone (I assume everyone will be pretty tense with the plan almost coming together...and hell, Johanna might take Prim's side and then switch to Team Katniss just to fuck with them 'be grateful, prim.' 'omg katniss, let your sister take care of herself' etc). And then Johanna and Finnick would rejoin the four later in another district I assume. I then figure Wiress/Beetee would be with District 13 or get nabbed by Snow.

Are we on the same page then?

I think with the Ball, we'll just have to see how it pans out. I don't know if I want a HUGE scene with Johanna and the girls, but Johanna should definitely do something dramatic, maybe to distract people from watching Peeta making a plan with Plutarch and the others? Maybe that might be better?

And omg...I hope you like what I'm doing for Gale. :3 He's gonna be a bit of a mushy sap in my post.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Between Prim and Katniss? Because I thought they were going to fight before the arena exploded? Or with Katniss and Johanna? I assume they would fight during training, at the ball, or in the arena, but then resolve their difference and try to find that they have some things in common.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

It all depends on what happens. I mean the scene at the Ball might not be too big, it depends who says what but when Katniss and Prim fight...oh that's gonna be so sad. I don't know how Gale and Haymitch will be able to help in that situation. *cringes* Stop making me feel bad. >.<

I can work on our post now!

(Genkai) Princess Werewolf (Purplemouse)

A sunlit reflection was fading with timid trepidation against muted emerald eyes.

Devon looked upward and closed his eyes, feeling the wind, feathered through the trees, blow overhead. The rapidly fleeting light, now nearly gone, replaced with a flutter of darkness. He was an herbalist and an archer. By those to measures, one could easily surmise that he was someone who was inclined to help from afar, rather than jump straight into the fray. If one made these assumptions about him, they may prove more correct, as the man with silky clay colored hair had an affinity for staying out of the way to avoid needless injury. As someone who prided himself on making people better with handmade remedies, he knew it was unwise for him to fall victim to a sword or burst of magical energy. As long as Devon's heart could sustain life, he would be determined to help his fellow man, even at the cost of some branding him a coward.

Time passed steadily as the slender man collected his bearings. The area was familiar territory to him, even in the darkest of nights. Having lived in a town nearby, the man had made these woods a second home. In his youth, his parents would take him on countless trips to the very same area he was in. There, he was taught how to hunt and track, to forage and shoot. Those memories lived on in his mind but could never act as a weakness to the man who replaced his childish shadow. Years spent honing his talents had been a blessing and allowed him to age with wisdom which he tucked away, close to his chest. Devon took a step to his left, already expecting to dip his head down to prevent a long branch from smacking him in the head. The woods were by no means predictable but due to his exploration of them since birth, they had little tricks of their sleeves.

Devon's tricks on the other hand, were ones he opened advertised. Many herbalists began to wear a striking color to alert others to their skills with plants and minerals. The color in question was teal, a known color for the healing of one's mind, allowing many people to relax at the mere sight of the ocean or sky. A teal cotton shirt covered his upper body while he wore dark black pants and over his shirt, was a leather vest which had several inner pockets which contained many berries which Devon had collected during his rummaging throughout the large area. Over his shoulder as a matching black leather pack that had a single thick strap around his chest. Inside he had his arrows and other tools for concocting remedies. Inhaling, he finally felt comfortable enough to continue his trek.

With word spreading in regards to the princess turning into a werewolf, time was a constant dwindling variable.

He wasn't the only soul who felt compelled to help. While many had their eyes on the reward at the end of tunnel, Devon followed more pure intentions and by that standard, he felt much more pressure. Money was common and while he could use the additional gold and wealth and reputation, he wanted to help the princess. It was a simple calling to which his heart could cling to. The woods would only go on for so long and by that point, he would need to decide where to go next. In his lifetime, he had done plenty of studying and research but knowledge of werewolves were not quite as common as how to mend a burn or sedate a wounded warrior. Devon knew he may do much better in a group. It could prevent him from doing any frivolous fighting and it may get them to a safe destination, as well as the princess, much quicker if there were more people to discuss matters with. His mind could only provide so much aid after all.

Walking along and dodging various roots and troublesome bushes, he spotted something in the distance. It was very dim and he assumed whoever it was, didn't want to be found. Devon didn't remove his weapon but instead decided to approach it, not from behind, but from the left. The man jogged through the wood and made a short loop where the light was coming from. Though the healer knew nothing of magic, he could still admit that it had benefits and right now, providing light was one he would be rather welcoming of. "Evening." Devon greeted, tone jovial but still hushed enough to not draw much attention to them. There were plenty of people in the area and while he could selected any of them, something drew Devon in and made him consider the mage beside him. "I trust you're well stocked, but if you need any food, I have plenty." He said, knowing that everyone had to be useful and in his own case, he often had a supply of meat and root vegetables and grains in his bag. He was prepared for most things.

He just hoped a fight wan't something he had to worry about at the moment.