I hope I ended it in an okay spot. I would have done more, but it was already sort of getting long and I didn't want to skimp on any of Haymitch's anger about the prep, so I figured I would save the good stuff for next time.
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And I also wasn't sure on what Cinna's costume would look like.
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The tension in the room was palpable and the stress was only made worse by the past games continuing to play out on the screen in front of them. They bloody battles were hard to watch, and although it was beneficial and even crucial that they know their enemies as well as their potential alliances, Prim found herself often looking away. Even before Katniss had gone into the games the year before, she had never been one to watch them and did her best to stay as occupied as possible with whatever distractions she could find. There simply wasn't anything appealing about watching people die, or seeing the oppressed people of Panem become even more exploited than they already were. Unfortunately, there was no way for Prim to continue to ignore the games, she would have to watch and then participate. The thought alone was terrifying.
Moments after their small disagreement, Effie had excused herself to check on the status of dinner and soon enough, it was being served. Prim didn't have much of an appetite between the events of the morning, and an afternoon of watching faceless tributes being slaughtering one another in the name of entertainment, but she ate anyway and listened as Effie talked about the Capitol. Tomorrow would be a day full of pampering, the pink-haired woman had promised as much, but it would also be the first day that reality became official. Prim didn't want to be dressed up, no matter how much Effie insisted that the Capitol citizens would just adore her, and her story with Katniss was sure to capture the attention of every reporter for miles. That was debatable, but Prim shared a look with her sister and found herself relaxing.
As the evening concluded, Prim was shown to her room for the night. The interior was just as beautiful and rich as the rest of the train, but it felt cold and lifeless, and the blonde could only stand to be inside for a few minutes before she left to find Katniss. The older girl always made her feel so much better, and Prim still wanted to spend all the time with her that she could. On top of that, she wanted to make sure that Katniss was okay, as she was still worried about her from the outburst that morning. Through all of this, Prim already saw Katniss as her greatest priority and although she didn't suspect that she would make it far, she would do what she could for her.
Still dressed in the clothes their mother had laid out that morning, Prim entered the room when Katniss welcomed her in. She took a seat on the bed with the other girl and soon after laid her head on the fluffy pillow as Katniss tried to comfort her. She smiled sadly, “I don't care about any of that. I care about you.” Gently, she reached out and played with the ends of Katniss's braid, watching as the dark-haired girl closed her eyes. Katniss needed her rest, and Prim knew that she did too, but there was a heavy anxiousness inside of her that she couldn't shake and she laid awake for hours as Katniss slept.
Out in the dining car, breakfast had been served and Haymitch and Haymitch was still waking up with a cup of coffee. At any other point in time, the former Victor would have already started drinking for the day, especially when on the cusp of a new Games, but this time it was different. He had learned to go without, to give up part of who he had been for the last ten years or more for the brooding girl who was currently sitting across from him. Katniss should have counted herself lucky that Haymitch cared enough to do this, to save Peeta's life, and lay down his own for her so that she could make it out of the Capitol's clutches for a second time. Bitter like his coffee, Haymitch took another drink.
Beside him, Effie was going over the itinerary for the day and Haymitch wasn't paying much attention. He decided that it was too early for her sea foam green wig, matching, sparkly dress and high-pitched, grating voice. At the moment, the former Victor almost would have preferred to be in the arena and battling against people who wanted to kill him if it meant he didn't have listen to which stylist was excited to meet who, and gossip about what each district would be dressed as that year.
“If I have to be a coal miner again, I'll lose it,” he contributed. Cinna was in charge of district 12 that year, same as the one before, and Haymitch had a lot of faith in him. The parade would have been more enjoyable his first time around if a designer like Cinna had cared enough to make the poorest district the least bit special.
“Absolutely not,” said Effie, her painted face suddenly very serious and sincere. “Cinna wouldn't do that to Katniss,” because she was the real star, “or any of you for that matter.” She looked to both Gale and Haymitch with a convincing smile but it was clear that at least one of them wasn't buying it. Instead, she turned to Katniss, questioning where Prim had gotten off to. “She'll miss breakfast, and you've got a long day ahead of you.”
“Where could she go?” Haymitch asked, snorting. Effie acted as if she was lost somewhere.
Breakfast continued on and eventually, the coffee had kicked in enough for Haymitch to be less abrasive. Prim had made an appearance before the plates were cleared away, although it didn't look like had slept for very long. A weary tribute mattered very little to the stylists when they could use every tool imaginable to make anyone look their best. Haymitch couldn't say that he was looking forward to the primping process, having been extremely against it the first time around. He remembered giving the stylists hell when they suggested cutting his hair after subjecting him to the strange, pink foam bath.
The Capitol was a terrible place.
He was still seated at the table with Katniss when Effie announced that they were coming into the station. “You ready for this again?” he asked, standing.
Prim could feel her heart racing in her chest as the train sped toward the Capitol and she got up to look out the window. Her eyes were met with towering buildings that stretched for miles into the sky, their outsides glittered like fresh snow on a cold winter day and Prim couldn't believe that people actually lived there. It was a beautiful and dirty all at once, as the extravagant opulence was only made possible by the very people the Capitol sought to exploit and demean. Now Prim could see why Katniss had spoken so highly of it the night before, and why she had been assured that this experience would only start to be horrible at the end.
As the train slowed and pulled into the station, Prim could see a crowd of people waiting for them. They were as brightly colored as Effie, dressed in the most trendy fashions and yelling excitedly before the door had even opened. Their faces were strange, some stretched to the limits and others painted and adorned with jewels. The blond couldn't understand why anyone would want to look like that, and Prim had the passing thought that it would be done to her as well. She looked anxiously to Katniss and then to Gale as Effie corralled them toward the door of the train.
“Now, smile, smile,” Effie encouraged, demonstrating before district 12 stepped out onto the platform.
It was incredibly loud and there were many people reaching out to them, wanting to shake hands with Katniss, touch her hair, and give her gifts. It was the same with Peeta and Haymitch although Prim heard her name being called by strangers, and Gale's as well. These people seemed to have no concept of personal space but Prim did her best to smile and not look uncomfortable as she followed along with the group lead by Effie, who was very much in her element as an escort.
Once inside and away from the public, a small army of more neon-colored people came out to greet them. They were the prep team, meant to make every tribute as beautiful as every Capitol citizen before the parade and for the rest of their time there before the games. “Cinna and Portia will be along when the work is done,” Effie informed them and soon after, each tribute was being taken to the prep area.
Moments after their small disagreement, Effie had excused herself to check on the status of dinner and soon enough, it was being served. Prim didn't have much of an appetite between the events of the morning, and an afternoon of watching faceless tributes being slaughtering one another in the name of entertainment, but she ate anyway and listened as Effie talked about the Capitol. Tomorrow would be a day full of pampering, the pink-haired woman had promised as much, but it would also be the first day that reality became official. Prim didn't want to be dressed up, no matter how much Effie insisted that the Capitol citizens would just adore her, and her story with Katniss was sure to capture the attention of every reporter for miles. That was debatable, but Prim shared a look with her sister and found herself relaxing.
As the evening concluded, Prim was shown to her room for the night. The interior was just as beautiful and rich as the rest of the train, but it felt cold and lifeless, and the blonde could only stand to be inside for a few minutes before she left to find Katniss. The older girl always made her feel so much better, and Prim still wanted to spend all the time with her that she could. On top of that, she wanted to make sure that Katniss was okay, as she was still worried about her from the outburst that morning. Through all of this, Prim already saw Katniss as her greatest priority and although she didn't suspect that she would make it far, she would do what she could for her.
Still dressed in the clothes their mother had laid out that morning, Prim entered the room when Katniss welcomed her in. She took a seat on the bed with the other girl and soon after laid her head on the fluffy pillow as Katniss tried to comfort her. She smiled sadly, “I don't care about any of that. I care about you.” Gently, she reached out and played with the ends of Katniss's braid, watching as the dark-haired girl closed her eyes. Katniss needed her rest, and Prim knew that she did too, but there was a heavy anxiousness inside of her that she couldn't shake and she laid awake for hours as Katniss slept.
Out in the dining car, breakfast had been served and Haymitch and Haymitch was still waking up with a cup of coffee. At any other point in time, the former Victor would have already started drinking for the day, especially when on the cusp of a new Games, but this time it was different. He had learned to go without, to give up part of who he had been for the last ten years or more for the brooding girl who was currently sitting across from him. Katniss should have counted herself lucky that Haymitch cared enough to do this, to save Peeta's life, and lay down his own for her so that she could make it out of the Capitol's clutches for a second time. Bitter like his coffee, Haymitch took another drink.
Beside him, Effie was going over the itinerary for the day and Haymitch wasn't paying much attention. He decided that it was too early for her sea foam green wig, matching, sparkly dress and high-pitched, grating voice. At the moment, the former Victor almost would have preferred to be in the arena and battling against people who wanted to kill him if it meant he didn't have listen to which stylist was excited to meet who, and gossip about what each district would be dressed as that year.
“If I have to be a coal miner again, I'll lose it,” he contributed. Cinna was in charge of district 12 that year, same as the one before, and Haymitch had a lot of faith in him. The parade would have been more enjoyable his first time around if a designer like Cinna had cared enough to make the poorest district the least bit special.
“Absolutely not,” said Effie, her painted face suddenly very serious and sincere. “Cinna wouldn't do that to Katniss,” because she was the real star, “or any of you for that matter.” She looked to both Gale and Haymitch with a convincing smile but it was clear that at least one of them wasn't buying it. Instead, she turned to Katniss, questioning where Prim had gotten off to. “She'll miss breakfast, and you've got a long day ahead of you.”
“Where could she go?” Haymitch asked, snorting. Effie acted as if she was lost somewhere.
Breakfast continued on and eventually, the coffee had kicked in enough for Haymitch to be less abrasive. Prim had made an appearance before the plates were cleared away, although it didn't look like had slept for very long. A weary tribute mattered very little to the stylists when they could use every tool imaginable to make anyone look their best. Haymitch couldn't say that he was looking forward to the primping process, having been extremely against it the first time around. He remembered giving the stylists hell when they suggested cutting his hair after subjecting him to the strange, pink foam bath.
The Capitol was a terrible place.
He was still seated at the table with Katniss when Effie announced that they were coming into the station. “You ready for this again?” he asked, standing.
Prim could feel her heart racing in her chest as the train sped toward the Capitol and she got up to look out the window. Her eyes were met with towering buildings that stretched for miles into the sky, their outsides glittered like fresh snow on a cold winter day and Prim couldn't believe that people actually lived there. It was a beautiful and dirty all at once, as the extravagant opulence was only made possible by the very people the Capitol sought to exploit and demean. Now Prim could see why Katniss had spoken so highly of it the night before, and why she had been assured that this experience would only start to be horrible at the end.
As the train slowed and pulled into the station, Prim could see a crowd of people waiting for them. They were as brightly colored as Effie, dressed in the most trendy fashions and yelling excitedly before the door had even opened. Their faces were strange, some stretched to the limits and others painted and adorned with jewels. The blond couldn't understand why anyone would want to look like that, and Prim had the passing thought that it would be done to her as well. She looked anxiously to Katniss and then to Gale as Effie corralled them toward the door of the train.
“Now, smile, smile,” Effie encouraged, demonstrating before district 12 stepped out onto the platform.
It was incredibly loud and there were many people reaching out to them, wanting to shake hands with Katniss, touch her hair, and give her gifts. It was the same with Peeta and Haymitch although Prim heard her name being called by strangers, and Gale's as well. These people seemed to have no concept of personal space but Prim did her best to smile and not look uncomfortable as she followed along with the group lead by Effie, who was very much in her element as an escort.
Once inside and away from the public, a small army of more neon-colored people came out to greet them. They were the prep team, meant to make every tribute as beautiful as every Capitol citizen before the parade and for the rest of their time there before the games. “Cinna and Portia will be along when the work is done,” Effie informed them and soon after, each tribute was being taken to the prep area.
Sounds good c:
We can get started ASAP :3
No, that's not what I was saying. I meant like, if Gale says he volunteered for Prim, then the public would see similarities between that and Peeta and Katniss the year before. That's all.
I think Katniss is lucky to be there with more likable people this time around. It might be easier to get others to join the alliance and help them out.
Yess, although it's colder out today than it was yesterday. I'm not going to question it though. I've been a little busy so far today, but I'm just about to get started and hopefully I can have something for you before it's really late tonight.
I think Katniss is lucky to be there with more likable people this time around. It might be easier to get others to join the alliance and help them out.
Yess, although it's colder out today than it was yesterday. I'm not going to question it though. I've been a little busy so far today, but I'm just about to get started and hopefully I can have something for you before it's really late tonight.
Aw, Gale is just a simple wolf. If he goes on before her for the interview, she's going to be distracted during hers. I could see a sort of Katniss/Peeta thing happening with the viewers and Caesar as well and them thinking that Gale volunteering for Prim is sweet and romantic.
Maybe he got all derped up around her? I always saw it that he was really nice to her when he had the chance and she was just a cold fish because she didn't understand why he wanted to be with her. I think Haymitch is very much in his element with this, so Katniss and Peeta too probably will get to see a different side to him. After all, Haymitch got them more than a few gifts during the games and that takes some pretty intense people skills.
I ended up going to bed last night, but this is still the only thing I have to do :3 and my fingers don't hurt today, so I'm ready to get started!
Maybe he got all derped up around her? I always saw it that he was really nice to her when he had the chance and she was just a cold fish because she didn't understand why he wanted to be with her. I think Haymitch is very much in his element with this, so Katniss and Peeta too probably will get to see a different side to him. After all, Haymitch got them more than a few gifts during the games and that takes some pretty intense people skills.
I ended up going to bed last night, but this is still the only thing I have to do :3 and my fingers don't hurt today, so I'm ready to get started!
Yeah, she's not going to have a clue about that until he actually says it. She thinks she's got him figured out and then he does something different and she's back to wondering where she stands. It's going to be really bittersweet for them for a while because (in their minds) anyone could die at any time and the whole situation is really unfair. I'm fine with each of us interviewing our own characters, although I haven't thought about it very much yet. I know part of Prim's interview is going to be about Katniss. Haymitch is Haymitch, he's not going to have trouble talking and playing it up. How charismatic he still is might surprise everyone though.
I don't think she gets that it was for her, since she knew he was thinking about volunteering right after the quell announcement anyway. Either way, she thinks she's going to die, so she doesn't see much of a point in really trying to do much of anything about him anymore. I imagine once training comes around she'll throw herself into that, at least the mental part of it. And then the games. I still want her to have that fight with another tribute where she finally proves to herself that she's not a delicate flower and maybe she can get father than she thought. After that, she's pretty much there to help Katniss and that's something she and Haymitch will actually agree on.
I can do that uwu I've been looking forward to Haymitch being poked and prodded and waxed against his will, haha.
I can do that uwu I've been looking forward to Haymitch being poked and prodded and waxed against his will, haha.
Yeah, I've learned my lesson and know better than to refresh now.
Maybe it was sexual >____> prim is totes a badd bitch. But aw, he's very wanted, she's just petty right now. She'll get over it though and come out of it a better person. There has to be some inner and outer conflicts going on or else, what's the point?
I'm going to get to work on a post for you. I can't guarantee that it will be up tonight because my fingers are pretty stiff and sore, but they've been that way all day, so I'm going to do what I can. I think I'll end up skipping and probably end when they're being taken to get cleaned up? Or would you prefer I just get them to the Capitol train station. I don't want to godmod you.
Maybe it was sexual >____> prim is totes a badd bitch. But aw, he's very wanted, she's just petty right now. She'll get over it though and come out of it a better person. There has to be some inner and outer conflicts going on or else, what's the point?
I'm going to get to work on a post for you. I can't guarantee that it will be up tonight because my fingers are pretty stiff and sore, but they've been that way all day, so I'm going to do what I can. I think I'll end up skipping and probably end when they're being taken to get cleaned up? Or would you prefer I just get them to the Capitol train station. I don't want to godmod you.
Hopefully. The only problem I have with it is the lag, tbh. I don't mind a basic site as long as I can keep my stuff organized.
Ugh, fine I: be that way, Gale. Maybe she'll take Haymitch's advice and try to get pretty Finnick and his trident to join the alliance >___>
Ugh, fine I: be that way, Gale. Maybe she'll take Haymitch's advice and try to get pretty Finnick and his trident to join the alliance >___>
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