I think if we're going to stick to canon and not ignore Peeta's leg, then Haymitch would feel obligated to volunteer for Peeta regardless of what Katniss had to say. Although I imagine that she still sees Peeta as an innocent, and would want to keep him safe. No matter how Haymitch ends up in the games, it will be bittersweet, but I think both he and Katniss will agree that Peeta will need to stay safe. I could see the two of them devising their own plan for the arena and leaving Prim and Gale out of it thinking they'll be protecting them too, but that's just an idea. For the sake of the story and the emotional impact it's going to have, let's let Haymitch volunteer.
And that would be fantastic! :3
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It will be really interesting to see how she handles that, even if she always acts like she prefers to be alone. I imagine Prim would feel pretty bad about the whole thing and aside from Gale she's pretty convinced Katniss is all she's got.
That sounds good to me. I could see Coin somehow assisting Snow and then betraying him in order to get Katniss for herself and it will be fun to play up how unhinged Coin has sort of become. I never felt like the books did her mental state justice.
That sounds good to me. I could see Coin somehow assisting Snow and then betraying him in order to get Katniss for herself and it will be fun to play up how unhinged Coin has sort of become. I never felt like the books did her mental state justice.
In no time at all, the restaurant was behind them, and Charlotte didn't feel the slightest bit guilty to leave her friends behind with an excuse. She reasoned that she would see them some other time, and it wasn't every day that she met someone like Noah. Had she walked away and simply gone to brunch, she would have wondered about what could have happened, and the fun she could have had with someone new and so very interesting. This was for her own good, a choice Charlotte had made to benefit herself and no one else. It felt good. Even if she and Noah never talked again after that afternoon, her decision still would have been worth it.
“You caught me,” laughed Charlotte, pushing her long hair away from her face as the breeze blew in from the ocean. “I'm only using you for smoothies and pancakes.” The dark-haired girl was flattered though, and practically giddy to hear that Noah thought she was pretty. Charlotte didn't consider herself a vapid girl, but something about Noah made her that much more susceptible to compliments. She couldn't deny that the attraction was mutual, and those tattoos that she had originally thought to be a bit garish were growing on her.
The way he stumbled over his words was charming, and Charlotte couldn't hold her smile back. “I'm from Beverly,” she explained, “it's a half hour from here; suburban.” Something told her that Noah had never been there, and she couldn't really say that he was missing much. Beverly was quaint, homey, a regular small town with decent enough food, a few places to hang out and nice people. At best, it was an ideal place to grow up, and at worse, it was plain boring. Knowing that, Boston should have excited her a little more.
“You caught me,” laughed Charlotte, pushing her long hair away from her face as the breeze blew in from the ocean. “I'm only using you for smoothies and pancakes.” The dark-haired girl was flattered though, and practically giddy to hear that Noah thought she was pretty. Charlotte didn't consider herself a vapid girl, but something about Noah made her that much more susceptible to compliments. She couldn't deny that the attraction was mutual, and those tattoos that she had originally thought to be a bit garish were growing on her.
The way he stumbled over his words was charming, and Charlotte couldn't hold her smile back. “I'm from Beverly,” she explained, “it's a half hour from here; suburban.” Something told her that Noah had never been there, and she couldn't really say that he was missing much. Beverly was quaint, homey, a regular small town with decent enough food, a few places to hang out and nice people. At best, it was an ideal place to grow up, and at worse, it was plain boring. Knowing that, Boston should have excited her a little more.
Four AM was an unholy hour. Allison hadn't been up this early in years, and more often than not, four in the morning had been her bedtime after a long night spent in the lab. She was far from happy, but at the very least, Torsten's bed had been warm and comfortable, easy to fall asleep in and stay asleep in spite of her anxieties about not being able to get to Portland the day before. She had every bit of confidence in the Finn and his ability to get her down to the city before Monday morning, and truthfully, Allison was just thankful that he was being so gracious. He very well could have turned her away and forced her to fend for herself in this unfamiliar place with little survival skills.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Allison turned back the warm covers from the bed and slipped her shoes back on before padding over to the door. She comber her fingers back through her hair, not wanting to look a mess in front of her host. She may have been a stranger, and while she doubted Torsten cared much for her appearance, it still meant something to Allison. After a short moment, she unlocked the door and was greeted with the early morning chill of the mountains. Shivering slightly, she pulled her sweater over her fingers.
“Good morning,” she greeted him with a soft smile and stepped aside to let him in. “Did you sleep okay out there?” Allison still felt bad for displacing him like that, and she hoped he hadn't been too cold.
Wanting to be a good guest, Allison moved back over to the bed and began to make it up—straightening out the sheets and tucking the covers back under the newly fluffed pillows. She wanted to take a shower before they started on their way to the Amish community, and the water would do her some good as well. Although she felt a bit awkward asking when the cabin was only one room, and Torsten looked as though he needed to be milling about. She combed out her hair with her fingers again, frowing at the tangles from sleep.
“Do you think I could shower before we go?” It wouldn't hurt to ask.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Allison turned back the warm covers from the bed and slipped her shoes back on before padding over to the door. She comber her fingers back through her hair, not wanting to look a mess in front of her host. She may have been a stranger, and while she doubted Torsten cared much for her appearance, it still meant something to Allison. After a short moment, she unlocked the door and was greeted with the early morning chill of the mountains. Shivering slightly, she pulled her sweater over her fingers.
“Good morning,” she greeted him with a soft smile and stepped aside to let him in. “Did you sleep okay out there?” Allison still felt bad for displacing him like that, and she hoped he hadn't been too cold.
Wanting to be a good guest, Allison moved back over to the bed and began to make it up—straightening out the sheets and tucking the covers back under the newly fluffed pillows. She wanted to take a shower before they started on their way to the Amish community, and the water would do her some good as well. Although she felt a bit awkward asking when the cabin was only one room, and Torsten looked as though he needed to be milling about. She combed out her hair with her fingers again, frowing at the tangles from sleep.
“Do you think I could shower before we go?” It wouldn't hurt to ask.
The warning was hardly necessary. James had more or less assumed that Gabriel wasn't going to suddenly be his number one fan just because he had thrown down the money for the other man's morning coffee. Truthfully, James had only been trying to be a decent person, feeling that in a city like New York, true kindness was hard to come by, and he always about helping to brighten the day of someone. That urge to be a good person was part of the reason he had decided to become a doctor—his fascination with the heart came later, not until during his second year of medical school during a dissection. Since then, he had studied everything that he could on the subject, both in and out of class and he felt prepared to finally be in the hospital. It would have been nice to make friends with Gabriel, but James wanted to let his work speak for itself.
“I wouldn't expect to be treated any other way,” said James in return as he took another long drink from his cup. Hearing that Gabriel intended to pay him back, the blond man couldn't help but chuckle knowingly; he had expected that too. “Fine,” he nodded, “you owe me my next coffee, and we'll call it even.” James didn't really feel as though buying coffee for someone else was a very big deal, but with brilliant men, came large egos and James wasn't surprised by Gabriel's in the slightest.
Rocking back on his heels, James was now just waiting for the light at the crosswalk to change. He was getting excited about his first day, and was ready to meet his fellow residents and get a feel for the hospital. Of course, James was well aware that he would only be doing the grunt work for quite some time, cleaning up after the doctors, signing off on charts, tending to patients needs, but it was worth it and it was a stepping stone on the way to something better.
As the light changed, James found himself drawn back into the conversation with Gabriel. He wore a friendly smile as they approached the hospital, the crowd around them somewhat thinning as others made their way to their appropriate destination. “I'm not sure,” he admitted, “I've just always liked helping people, and I took an anatomy class in high school that just sort of kicked everything off,” he shrugged, noting that he was almost finished with his coffee. When asked about where he was from, James was somewhat hesitant. He was always worried that someone would associate him with his father, or somehow find out his real last name.
“I'm from Connecticut,” he lied, making no mention of Washington D.C. Lying came second nature, and although James wasn't proud of it, he had to protect himself somehow. “Are you from New York originally?”
“I wouldn't expect to be treated any other way,” said James in return as he took another long drink from his cup. Hearing that Gabriel intended to pay him back, the blond man couldn't help but chuckle knowingly; he had expected that too. “Fine,” he nodded, “you owe me my next coffee, and we'll call it even.” James didn't really feel as though buying coffee for someone else was a very big deal, but with brilliant men, came large egos and James wasn't surprised by Gabriel's in the slightest.
Rocking back on his heels, James was now just waiting for the light at the crosswalk to change. He was getting excited about his first day, and was ready to meet his fellow residents and get a feel for the hospital. Of course, James was well aware that he would only be doing the grunt work for quite some time, cleaning up after the doctors, signing off on charts, tending to patients needs, but it was worth it and it was a stepping stone on the way to something better.
As the light changed, James found himself drawn back into the conversation with Gabriel. He wore a friendly smile as they approached the hospital, the crowd around them somewhat thinning as others made their way to their appropriate destination. “I'm not sure,” he admitted, “I've just always liked helping people, and I took an anatomy class in high school that just sort of kicked everything off,” he shrugged, noting that he was almost finished with his coffee. When asked about where he was from, James was somewhat hesitant. He was always worried that someone would associate him with his father, or somehow find out his real last name.
“I'm from Connecticut,” he lied, making no mention of Washington D.C. Lying came second nature, and although James wasn't proud of it, he had to protect himself somehow. “Are you from New York originally?”
Replying to this tonight! I'm so sorry for the wait!
Agreed. I know she never wanted to be anyone's symbol.
I'm thinking she and Haymitch could be a hiccup because things never go according to plan. I think Katniss would catch on to the secrecy between Gale/Prim and the other victors before Haymitch, so maybe we could throw in an argument, or have them kind of placate her and tell her nothing is going on? When they eventually do escape, Katniss would be reluctant to trust them and it would put some strain on those relationships?
No, I think that would work. We could reason that Peeta was supposed to arrange the pick up, but he got taken before he could follow through on his end, so they're stuck in the wilds and waiting? We could bring in Effie or Cinna, or even Plutarch through that because one of them could enact the final step of the plan.
I'm thinking she and Haymitch could be a hiccup because things never go according to plan. I think Katniss would catch on to the secrecy between Gale/Prim and the other victors before Haymitch, so maybe we could throw in an argument, or have them kind of placate her and tell her nothing is going on? When they eventually do escape, Katniss would be reluctant to trust them and it would put some strain on those relationships?
No, I think that would work. We could reason that Peeta was supposed to arrange the pick up, but he got taken before he could follow through on his end, so they're stuck in the wilds and waiting? We could bring in Effie or Cinna, or even Plutarch through that because one of them could enact the final step of the plan.
Putting herself out there was a scary thing, and it felt like a million years before Noah actually answered her. Charlotte thought that he looked a little shocked, perhaps not used to being sought out instead of being the one to do the seeking. Still, she was glad she asked, and a smile spread easily across her lips as he accepted her offer. In only the twenty minutes that they had been walking together, Charlotte had already decided that Noah was one of the most interesting people she had met in her young life. Perhaps that spoke volumes about the sheltered life she lead, but the decision was still big to her.
The promise of real breakfast easily made Charlotte forget about feeling awkward for stepping out of her comfort zone, and she found herself nodding. “Where at?” she asked, stepping away from the door of the restaurant. “I love pancakes.” Her mother used to make them all the time on weekends when she had been growing up, and sometimes she liked to visit just to have breakfast with her parents. That was probably a little silly, juvenile, but Charlotte didn't think much of it. Her family was important to her.
Taking out her wrecked cell phone, Charlotte gingerly tapped the screen to life and found her text messages. She sent a quick one to one of the friends waiting inside, making up an excuse about car trouble, but adding she would go to the next brunch they planned. Boston was a big city, and Charlotte doubted she and Noah would run into them that day. “You think I'm weird?” she asked, laughing lightly as she stowed her phone without checking for a reply to her text.
The promise of real breakfast easily made Charlotte forget about feeling awkward for stepping out of her comfort zone, and she found herself nodding. “Where at?” she asked, stepping away from the door of the restaurant. “I love pancakes.” Her mother used to make them all the time on weekends when she had been growing up, and sometimes she liked to visit just to have breakfast with her parents. That was probably a little silly, juvenile, but Charlotte didn't think much of it. Her family was important to her.
Taking out her wrecked cell phone, Charlotte gingerly tapped the screen to life and found her text messages. She sent a quick one to one of the friends waiting inside, making up an excuse about car trouble, but adding she would go to the next brunch they planned. Boston was a big city, and Charlotte doubted she and Noah would run into them that day. “You think I'm weird?” she asked, laughing lightly as she stowed her phone without checking for a reply to her text.
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