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I'll have to refresh myself as well, because I don't actually remember how they won. I think Haymitch would point out Johanna and Finnick to Peeta, especially since he's been around them for the last few years since they won. He won't understand Katniss's need to have Beetee and Wiress on their side though. If you want, you can have Haymitch follow along with Katniss and maybe they can snag Prim and Gale on the way to Peeta. And that's fine with me. If you want, I can skip us to the Capitol in my next post, unless you wanted something more to happen? Which is fine, btw. Like I said, I'm worried if there's too much skipping it will interfere with the flow because we'll constantly be catching up with each others skips and not letting anything happen naturally where our characters can react. And take your time. I have another thread to do before I'm all caught up myself.
It's going to get really sad. At least we have the ball to look forward to.
I think we can have them check out the videos with Peeta for a while. I imagine there's only so much that some of them can watch before they're burned out, but I think Haymitch would stick around and give Peeta advice on how to deal with the other mentors. He's been doing it for so long and not sharing inside tips wouldn't make sense. For the next post, I think we could have Katniss and Prim talk a little now that things have settled. Maybe we could end with them going to sleep because we said they would want to share a bed and I don't think they would want to talk in front of everyone while watching the past games. As I'm thinking out loud, it would probably be good for us to focus on them and their reactions to Finnick and Johanna's games, along with anyone else who is going to become an ally, plus the more dangerous tributes who will stand out later on. A little foreshadowing just to tie things together when the time comes.
I think we can have them check out the videos with Peeta for a while. I imagine there's only so much that some of them can watch before they're burned out, but I think Haymitch would stick around and give Peeta advice on how to deal with the other mentors. He's been doing it for so long and not sharing inside tips wouldn't make sense. For the next post, I think we could have Katniss and Prim talk a little now that things have settled. Maybe we could end with them going to sleep because we said they would want to share a bed and I don't think they would want to talk in front of everyone while watching the past games. As I'm thinking out loud, it would probably be good for us to focus on them and their reactions to Finnick and Johanna's games, along with anyone else who is going to become an ally, plus the more dangerous tributes who will stand out later on. A little foreshadowing just to tie things together when the time comes.
Eggs were good :3 and I posted. I feel very productive right now.
I planned on making a man, haha. I'll wait a couple days and see who we get before I take whatever position is leftover and start working on a CS. And sure, I don't mind Gabrielle taking the lead if you're sure that Colin's player isn't returning. Should I go back and edit my post or just leave it be?
The look on Katniss's face when Haymitch stepped into the room said it all. He knew that he wasn't wanted, and she more than likely would have chosen anyone else on the train to come and sit with her, but Haymitch couldn't help that he was the only one not having a breakdown over the Reaping. While he was angry with the Capitol, he wasn't surprised by their dirty tricks and the rigged ceremony only added to his determination to get Katniss to the end once more. It had been quite a long time since any citizen on Panem had showed her kind of resolve, and finally, the rest of the country was starting to wise up and realize that these sick games weren't okay. Katniss had the power to start something real, and end the oppressive way of life that people had been living for the last seventy-five years. Haymitch wasn't going to let her give that up just because she was upset over her sister.
Unlike most people, Haymitch wasn't intimidated by Katniss. In his eyes, she wasn't hard to understand and Haymitch saw a lot of himself in his fellow Victor, which was why he knew that she could get through this once again as long as her head was in the right place. When he reached out to her, he was surprised that she hadn't pulled away, and even more surprised that she was actually listening. Haymitch was under no impression that Katniss always respected his opinion, or even cared about what he had to say, but it was clear that she trusted him on this and knew that her actions had a direct correlation to what happened next. Her sister, and Gale were unknowingly depending on her being stable—the rock she had always been. It was unfair to Katniss, and Haymitch knew that, but balance was their best option.
Finally, Katniss seemed to set aside her hatred for him, and actually smiled. Haymitch found himself smiling as well, the expression just barely crossing his features as she set her hand on his. He nodded at her thanks, relieved that she was starting to come around. “Guess so,” he chuckled in agreement. “You could've punched a few more of those Peacekeepers—given them a real show and something to talk about.” Besides Primrose, and what a tragedy that was, obviously.
The previous year's Reaping had been a shock for Haymitch. He remembered talking to Effie about it that night, how both of them were surprised that someone from 12 had volunteered, and how Katniss had an actual chance. Both he and the woman from the Capitol had first hand experience with getting to know these kids year after year, and then watching them die; sometimes before they even made it to the Cornucopia. Haymitch had learned early on not to get his hope set on bringing anyone back to 12, but Katniss had changed that. “I never hated you,” he told her after a brief, thoughtful pause. “You surprised me. I don't think anyone was ready for it.” For once, he was being candid and he allowed Katniss to keep holding his hand as they spoke, “but someone's gotta be a jerk to you.” He smirked at her, and resisted the strange urge to kiss the top of her head as she leaned against him.
Nodding as she apologized, Haymitch breathed a sigh. “I know you are,” he said, assuming her words went for everything that had happened over the last few days. “I am too.” Haymitch had never wanted this for Katniss, she deserved better. “We're going to make the best of this, though. We're going to get you to the end.” Slowly, Haymitch put his arm around her and held her close to his side protectively. “Everyone on this train is still betting on you.”
It had been one full year to the day since Prim had felt this helpless. When Katniss had volunteered for her at the Reaping, Prim had spent the rest of the day in her room, crying until she had no tears left. She simply couldn't imagine her life without Katniss, and the blonde was overwhelmed by the guilt she felt for letting her sister volunteer in her place. She still felt guilty for it, and now the decision had come back to hurt the people she cared for the most. If only she had gone when she was supposed to; Prim wouldn't have minded dying if it meant that Katniss and Gale would be safe later on. There was nothing she could do to stop any of this, and Prim knew that she was just a pawn in the Capitol's games, an expendable piece that could be used against Katniss.
Once again, Prim felt herself being pulled against Gale, and for the second time that day, his strong arms did little to comfort her. She was having a hard time breathing, or even hearing what he had to say. Knowing Gale, it was something reassuring, something good natured that he wouldn't be able to guaranteed no matter how hard he tried. Prim choked back another sob and did her best to calm down. Listening to Gale's voice, the newest tribute managed to slow her breathing, and she found herself nodding, agreeing that she was also strong. “We did,” she said shakily, her fingers unfurling from his nice shirt, “you're right.” While Prim didn't believe that she would make it very far in the games, she appreciated what Gale was trying to do. She found that she didn't care much for her own well being as long as Katniss got out, and if Katniss could find a way past this, she would be able to save Gale and Haymitch too.
Prim found that her legs felt weak as Gale pulled her to feet, but she didn't complain and instead wiped at her eyes. She was sure that she looked like a mess, and that her failed escape attempt had been the furthest thing from attractive. At the very least, Gale had been there for her, and it was nice to know that he remained strong while she and Katniss had fallen apart. Later, she would go and find her sister and maybe they could talk about where to go from this point in time. For now, Prim was content to let Haymitch handle the situation. He had a way with her, and the two shared a tragic understanding that Prim had no way to relate to. As much as the blonde didn't like to admit it, Haymitch was the best ally Katniss had through these games.
“What is it?” Prim asked now that they were back by the table. She still didn't have much of an appetite, but eating was a good idea. That morning, she had been too anxious to have any kind of breakfast, and now she was sick with guilt and regret. Although, she was curious and she watched as Gale took a spoonful of the white confection from the crystal bowl. His reaction wasn't promising, and Prim was apprehensive even as she dug her own spoon in. First, she smelled it and caught a hint of vanilla and then tentatively, she took a bite. It was cold but the rush of sugar was immediate and the blonde frowned. “They eat this all the time?” she asked, somewhat appalled by the decadence of the Capitol citizens.
Setting the spoon down, Prim looked over the brightly colored sweets laid out on the table and her eyes landed on something pink that looked harmless enough. It was a round treat, and it felt squishy in her hand but quickly softened after she had bitten into it. The flavor of this was more subtle and she picked up the tray to offer one to Gale. “These are strawberry,” she smiled before popping the rest of the candy into her mouth.
Unlike most people, Haymitch wasn't intimidated by Katniss. In his eyes, she wasn't hard to understand and Haymitch saw a lot of himself in his fellow Victor, which was why he knew that she could get through this once again as long as her head was in the right place. When he reached out to her, he was surprised that she hadn't pulled away, and even more surprised that she was actually listening. Haymitch was under no impression that Katniss always respected his opinion, or even cared about what he had to say, but it was clear that she trusted him on this and knew that her actions had a direct correlation to what happened next. Her sister, and Gale were unknowingly depending on her being stable—the rock she had always been. It was unfair to Katniss, and Haymitch knew that, but balance was their best option.
Finally, Katniss seemed to set aside her hatred for him, and actually smiled. Haymitch found himself smiling as well, the expression just barely crossing his features as she set her hand on his. He nodded at her thanks, relieved that she was starting to come around. “Guess so,” he chuckled in agreement. “You could've punched a few more of those Peacekeepers—given them a real show and something to talk about.” Besides Primrose, and what a tragedy that was, obviously.
The previous year's Reaping had been a shock for Haymitch. He remembered talking to Effie about it that night, how both of them were surprised that someone from 12 had volunteered, and how Katniss had an actual chance. Both he and the woman from the Capitol had first hand experience with getting to know these kids year after year, and then watching them die; sometimes before they even made it to the Cornucopia. Haymitch had learned early on not to get his hope set on bringing anyone back to 12, but Katniss had changed that. “I never hated you,” he told her after a brief, thoughtful pause. “You surprised me. I don't think anyone was ready for it.” For once, he was being candid and he allowed Katniss to keep holding his hand as they spoke, “but someone's gotta be a jerk to you.” He smirked at her, and resisted the strange urge to kiss the top of her head as she leaned against him.
Nodding as she apologized, Haymitch breathed a sigh. “I know you are,” he said, assuming her words went for everything that had happened over the last few days. “I am too.” Haymitch had never wanted this for Katniss, she deserved better. “We're going to make the best of this, though. We're going to get you to the end.” Slowly, Haymitch put his arm around her and held her close to his side protectively. “Everyone on this train is still betting on you.”
It had been one full year to the day since Prim had felt this helpless. When Katniss had volunteered for her at the Reaping, Prim had spent the rest of the day in her room, crying until she had no tears left. She simply couldn't imagine her life without Katniss, and the blonde was overwhelmed by the guilt she felt for letting her sister volunteer in her place. She still felt guilty for it, and now the decision had come back to hurt the people she cared for the most. If only she had gone when she was supposed to; Prim wouldn't have minded dying if it meant that Katniss and Gale would be safe later on. There was nothing she could do to stop any of this, and Prim knew that she was just a pawn in the Capitol's games, an expendable piece that could be used against Katniss.
Once again, Prim felt herself being pulled against Gale, and for the second time that day, his strong arms did little to comfort her. She was having a hard time breathing, or even hearing what he had to say. Knowing Gale, it was something reassuring, something good natured that he wouldn't be able to guaranteed no matter how hard he tried. Prim choked back another sob and did her best to calm down. Listening to Gale's voice, the newest tribute managed to slow her breathing, and she found herself nodding, agreeing that she was also strong. “We did,” she said shakily, her fingers unfurling from his nice shirt, “you're right.” While Prim didn't believe that she would make it very far in the games, she appreciated what Gale was trying to do. She found that she didn't care much for her own well being as long as Katniss got out, and if Katniss could find a way past this, she would be able to save Gale and Haymitch too.
Prim found that her legs felt weak as Gale pulled her to feet, but she didn't complain and instead wiped at her eyes. She was sure that she looked like a mess, and that her failed escape attempt had been the furthest thing from attractive. At the very least, Gale had been there for her, and it was nice to know that he remained strong while she and Katniss had fallen apart. Later, she would go and find her sister and maybe they could talk about where to go from this point in time. For now, Prim was content to let Haymitch handle the situation. He had a way with her, and the two shared a tragic understanding that Prim had no way to relate to. As much as the blonde didn't like to admit it, Haymitch was the best ally Katniss had through these games.
“What is it?” Prim asked now that they were back by the table. She still didn't have much of an appetite, but eating was a good idea. That morning, she had been too anxious to have any kind of breakfast, and now she was sick with guilt and regret. Although, she was curious and she watched as Gale took a spoonful of the white confection from the crystal bowl. His reaction wasn't promising, and Prim was apprehensive even as she dug her own spoon in. First, she smelled it and caught a hint of vanilla and then tentatively, she took a bite. It was cold but the rush of sugar was immediate and the blonde frowned. “They eat this all the time?” she asked, somewhat appalled by the decadence of the Capitol citizens.
Setting the spoon down, Prim looked over the brightly colored sweets laid out on the table and her eyes landed on something pink that looked harmless enough. It was a round treat, and it felt squishy in her hand but quickly softened after she had bitten into it. The flavor of this was more subtle and she picked up the tray to offer one to Gale. “These are strawberry,” she smiled before popping the rest of the candy into her mouth.
I took a break to make some eggs, but I'm just about halfway done!
Depending on how many new people we end up getting, I'd be willing to take on a second character if that's alright c:
omg, I slept. I'm so happy. I have the house to myself and I'm going to get ours done right away.
Also, I think Lunesta is safer than like, Ambien. You won't be sleep-driving or anything crazy.
Also, I think Lunesta is safer than like, Ambien. You won't be sleep-driving or anything crazy.
Ohh. Have you looked into anything prescription? I've heard some decent things about Lunesta and that other one, but I can't think of the name of it. I know Lunesta is low dose and I think it's non habit forming, but don't quote me on that.
Even though these new people had just moved in, the house already felt more lively. Travis was one of the only permanent guests who had been sad to see the last family go, even if they hadn't been all that interesting. There was just something dismal about the empty rooms of the house, the lack of footsteps over the creaky floorboards and the deafening silence that washed over everything. Not every spirit agreed with Travis's love of the living, of course, and there were a choice few that chose to stay hidden whenever there were humans around. They were harmless; it was those who came out to play that were the ones to worry about. Spirits like Haley were dangerous and unstable. Travis didn't want to see anyone else fall victim to this strange place.
As the girl turned around, Travis hadn't noticed the picture in her hand, but the sound of shattering glass startled him. He hadn't meant to sneak up on her, but it was something that he had become increasingly good at ever since dying. “Sorry,” he chuckled, smiling sympathetically as he looked back from all of the glass on the floor. “I didn't mean to do scare you,” he explained, shaking her hand.
Crouching down on the floor with her, Travis helped to pick up the bits of broken glass. The shards were sharp and a few stuck into his fingers, but there wasn't much pain. He didn't feel much of anything anymore, and had been mortally wounded a handful of times in the house, only to get up and walk it off like it was nothing. A few cuts on his fingers in exchange for a conversation only seemed too easy. “It's nice to meet you, Gwen, and I really am sorry about this.” Travis continued to pick up the shards of glass, but he couldn't help but notice the picture. He moved some of the glass aside. “Is this your family?” He sat back on his knees and pulled the sleeve of his shirt over his hand before reaching out and wrapping it around her finger. Some pressure would stop the bleeding before she could get a bandage on it.
Perhaps the most dangerous thing about Haley was that she knew she was pretty, and that men were weak. Where there was weakness to be exploited, there was always power to be had and Haley always felt the need to be in control. Most of her short life among the living had been spent trying to stay on top—to be the most popular, the most pretty, the most fun, the most anything. It had become an obsession for her, and the blonde girl certainly wasn't one to play nice when it came to someone standing in her way. There was the time during her freshman year of college, when a senior hadn't wanted to date her anymore and Haley had slashed his tires and anonymously threatened to have his new girlfriend killed. In death, Haley actually was a killer.
However, Ben didn't need to know any of that and Haley didn't have a problem keeping it from him. It was easy for her to reign in the darkness and fool strangers into thinking she was normal. Reaching out, the blond shook Ben's hand and peered over at the CD's he was holding. “I'm Haley,” she said, walking with him toward the house. “I live next door with my step brother, Travis.” Because that was an easy lie, and something to be assumed when she was sure that her friend had already come out from the shadows. As long as Ben and his sister didn't actually go next door, her lie would be the truth.
The blush Ben wore on his cheeks was sweet, and Haley liked him already. It never took her very long to fall for someone, and she had taken a liking to Travis in record time without even speaking to him first. The tattooed man at her side was perhaps faster than that. “You don't look like the type for a house like this,” she mentioned as she eyed his CD's once more, “but at least you like good music. Is that Journey?” She smiled and reached over to tap the side of the album. “I love them.” Her music taste was rather outdated, but Haley could still sing along to Don't Stop Believing with the best of them.
As the girl turned around, Travis hadn't noticed the picture in her hand, but the sound of shattering glass startled him. He hadn't meant to sneak up on her, but it was something that he had become increasingly good at ever since dying. “Sorry,” he chuckled, smiling sympathetically as he looked back from all of the glass on the floor. “I didn't mean to do scare you,” he explained, shaking her hand.
Crouching down on the floor with her, Travis helped to pick up the bits of broken glass. The shards were sharp and a few stuck into his fingers, but there wasn't much pain. He didn't feel much of anything anymore, and had been mortally wounded a handful of times in the house, only to get up and walk it off like it was nothing. A few cuts on his fingers in exchange for a conversation only seemed too easy. “It's nice to meet you, Gwen, and I really am sorry about this.” Travis continued to pick up the shards of glass, but he couldn't help but notice the picture. He moved some of the glass aside. “Is this your family?” He sat back on his knees and pulled the sleeve of his shirt over his hand before reaching out and wrapping it around her finger. Some pressure would stop the bleeding before she could get a bandage on it.
Perhaps the most dangerous thing about Haley was that she knew she was pretty, and that men were weak. Where there was weakness to be exploited, there was always power to be had and Haley always felt the need to be in control. Most of her short life among the living had been spent trying to stay on top—to be the most popular, the most pretty, the most fun, the most anything. It had become an obsession for her, and the blonde girl certainly wasn't one to play nice when it came to someone standing in her way. There was the time during her freshman year of college, when a senior hadn't wanted to date her anymore and Haley had slashed his tires and anonymously threatened to have his new girlfriend killed. In death, Haley actually was a killer.
However, Ben didn't need to know any of that and Haley didn't have a problem keeping it from him. It was easy for her to reign in the darkness and fool strangers into thinking she was normal. Reaching out, the blond shook Ben's hand and peered over at the CD's he was holding. “I'm Haley,” she said, walking with him toward the house. “I live next door with my step brother, Travis.” Because that was an easy lie, and something to be assumed when she was sure that her friend had already come out from the shadows. As long as Ben and his sister didn't actually go next door, her lie would be the truth.
The blush Ben wore on his cheeks was sweet, and Haley liked him already. It never took her very long to fall for someone, and she had taken a liking to Travis in record time without even speaking to him first. The tattooed man at her side was perhaps faster than that. “You don't look like the type for a house like this,” she mentioned as she eyed his CD's once more, “but at least you like good music. Is that Journey?” She smiled and reached over to tap the side of the album. “I love them.” Her music taste was rather outdated, but Haley could still sing along to Don't Stop Believing with the best of them.
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