Oh, that's good! I'm glad he's enjoying it. I'm sorry about the other one, though :c At least he's getting better, so good luck to him!
Yeah, I saw the time on the post and I was like, wow she was up late or got up really early, haha. Aaaand, Prim doesn't really care if Katniss is mad at her, like at all. She can stay mad for all Prim cares right now. Hopefully they can make up soon. And yaas, District 12 dream team <3
It was good! We had a really nice day and everything tasted great, although I did drop my tub of freshly whipped cream in the garage on my way out I: the bowl didn't break but the air was pretty much knocked out of it. It was still tasty though. How was your day?
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How is your brother? :3
I just got home, but go ahead and take your time with everything! Enjoy your day. And yeah, Prim is pretty upset with Katniss. She feels like she's losing her, but I have a plan for her and Haymitch that's really going to get her out of her mood. Prepare for bad ass Prim in the next day's training.
I just got home, but go ahead and take your time with everything! Enjoy your day. And yeah, Prim is pretty upset with Katniss. She feels like she's losing her, but I have a plan for her and Haymitch that's really going to get her out of her mood. Prepare for bad ass Prim in the next day's training.
The relationship that Prim had once known with Katniss had been steadily eroding ever since the announcement for the Quarter Quell. After the Reaping, the only bright side that Prim had found in her selection was that she was there with Katniss, she could still be with her older sister and spend a little more time with her before everything came to an end, but her assumption hadn't been the case. There had been a lot going on with all of them, but it was glaringly clear that Prim wasn't cut out for anything—not dressing up for the social events, not preparing herself for the Games and especially not training for them. The worst part was that everyone, including Gale, was expecting to have to carry her through it and Prim had half a mind to tell everyone to let her die. It was rare that the small blonde got angry, but Haymitch's comments and Katniss siding with him had just about sent her over the edge.
When Katniss crouched down beside her, Prim didn't respond. In her eyes, Katniss was just trying to make her feel better because there were no examples of these allegedly amazing things that she was capable of doing. No one seemed to understand that running and lifting weights had been her trying, and that was the most she had been able to accomplish when she saw all of it as pointless because she was nothing next to her competition. As Katniss hugged her and gave her a kiss, Prim stiffened and remained that way as Gale came into the room as well. She continued to look out the window, feeling a lump in her throat that would surely expose more of her weakness if she were to try and engage in any type of conversation.
All around her, she blocked out everything else, and was only prompted to move when she heard Gale speaking directly to her. “What?” she asked, her lack of attention due to her focusing on not crying or yelling. She got up, though and went into the dining room where she took a seat next to Gale since Katniss was currently in her favorite spot; up Haymitch's ass.
Food wasn't appealing, but Prim took a plate of salad anyway, figuring that was all she could have since everyone else thought she hadn't done anything that day. Although she was angry and ready to explode, she did notice that Peeta wasn't there and wondered where he had gone off to. She found herself to be envious of the baker, because she didn't want to be at the table either. It was then that Prim realized something; she didn't have to be. No one was keeping her there, and there was no rule that said she had to be social and eat with people she currently wanted to smack.
“May I be excused?” she asked, looking specifically to Effie. Had she been less angry, Prim would have felt bad about ignoring Gale's excitement, or noticed the strange way Katniss blushed when Cinna had been mentioned.
Effie paused, a look of concern on her face. “Well, I don't see why not, but you really sh--”
“Thanks,” Prim said, cutting the escort off as she got to her feet. “Goodnight.”
As Prim left the room, Haymitch continued to eat. There was no sense in anyone going after her, and he trusted that she was mature enough to sort it out herself and calm down enough to be approached later on. In a way, her lack of motivation reminded him of Maysilee. While he and the other three tributes of the first Quarter Quell had dove headfirst into training and getting familiar with a weapon, Maysilee had opted for more of the mental puzzles and stations that built survival skills, which in the end had left her saddled with that blow gun that had ultimately cost her life. Knowing that, Haymitch didn't want to see the same thing happen to Prim, especially not when so much was on the line. Later, after dinner, he would go and talk with her, still a mentor at heart.
“Did Peeta say what time he would be back?” Haymitch asked, taking another forkful of crisp, green salad. He was hungry from a long day, and although he hadn't been all that productive during the morning, he had done quite a bit of work with the ax.
Effie blinked, obviously still in shock that Prim, the sister with manners, had gotten up to leave so quickly. “I don't know. He left just before you four came back up here,” she explained. “I asked him if it could wait until after dinner, but he said it was important.”
To Haymitch, that sounded like Peeta had a plan. “Then it probably was,” he agreed. He pushed his now empty salad plate aside and took a main course from the spread that had been laid out. Pasta still didn't seem like a very good choice for dinner, but Haymitch had some anyway but made sure to put more meat on his plate. Although he had been eating better since Katniss had won the year before, the food in 12 wasn't anything compared to what the Capitol offered. They really liked to nourish the tributes, make sure they were healthy-looking before they were sent off to die.
Next, Haymitch looked to Gale. “I saw you with that sword today. You looked good,” he praised. “I just hope you'll be able to use it if someone comes for you.” The former Victor remembered an impressive boy from 10 who had blown everyone away during training, only to freeze up in the arena. He had been the first to die, proving that a high score from the Gamemakers meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.
“And you,” he said to Katniss. “Are you planning on reminding everyone that you're an archer anytime soon?” Because that was important too, and if her fight hadn't shown the others that Katniss wasn't a joke, then her shooting was sure to.
When Katniss crouched down beside her, Prim didn't respond. In her eyes, Katniss was just trying to make her feel better because there were no examples of these allegedly amazing things that she was capable of doing. No one seemed to understand that running and lifting weights had been her trying, and that was the most she had been able to accomplish when she saw all of it as pointless because she was nothing next to her competition. As Katniss hugged her and gave her a kiss, Prim stiffened and remained that way as Gale came into the room as well. She continued to look out the window, feeling a lump in her throat that would surely expose more of her weakness if she were to try and engage in any type of conversation.
All around her, she blocked out everything else, and was only prompted to move when she heard Gale speaking directly to her. “What?” she asked, her lack of attention due to her focusing on not crying or yelling. She got up, though and went into the dining room where she took a seat next to Gale since Katniss was currently in her favorite spot; up Haymitch's ass.
Food wasn't appealing, but Prim took a plate of salad anyway, figuring that was all she could have since everyone else thought she hadn't done anything that day. Although she was angry and ready to explode, she did notice that Peeta wasn't there and wondered where he had gone off to. She found herself to be envious of the baker, because she didn't want to be at the table either. It was then that Prim realized something; she didn't have to be. No one was keeping her there, and there was no rule that said she had to be social and eat with people she currently wanted to smack.
“May I be excused?” she asked, looking specifically to Effie. Had she been less angry, Prim would have felt bad about ignoring Gale's excitement, or noticed the strange way Katniss blushed when Cinna had been mentioned.
Effie paused, a look of concern on her face. “Well, I don't see why not, but you really sh--”
“Thanks,” Prim said, cutting the escort off as she got to her feet. “Goodnight.”
As Prim left the room, Haymitch continued to eat. There was no sense in anyone going after her, and he trusted that she was mature enough to sort it out herself and calm down enough to be approached later on. In a way, her lack of motivation reminded him of Maysilee. While he and the other three tributes of the first Quarter Quell had dove headfirst into training and getting familiar with a weapon, Maysilee had opted for more of the mental puzzles and stations that built survival skills, which in the end had left her saddled with that blow gun that had ultimately cost her life. Knowing that, Haymitch didn't want to see the same thing happen to Prim, especially not when so much was on the line. Later, after dinner, he would go and talk with her, still a mentor at heart.
“Did Peeta say what time he would be back?” Haymitch asked, taking another forkful of crisp, green salad. He was hungry from a long day, and although he hadn't been all that productive during the morning, he had done quite a bit of work with the ax.
Effie blinked, obviously still in shock that Prim, the sister with manners, had gotten up to leave so quickly. “I don't know. He left just before you four came back up here,” she explained. “I asked him if it could wait until after dinner, but he said it was important.”
To Haymitch, that sounded like Peeta had a plan. “Then it probably was,” he agreed. He pushed his now empty salad plate aside and took a main course from the spread that had been laid out. Pasta still didn't seem like a very good choice for dinner, but Haymitch had some anyway but made sure to put more meat on his plate. Although he had been eating better since Katniss had won the year before, the food in 12 wasn't anything compared to what the Capitol offered. They really liked to nourish the tributes, make sure they were healthy-looking before they were sent off to die.
Next, Haymitch looked to Gale. “I saw you with that sword today. You looked good,” he praised. “I just hope you'll be able to use it if someone comes for you.” The former Victor remembered an impressive boy from 10 who had blown everyone away during training, only to freeze up in the arena. He had been the first to die, proving that a high score from the Gamemakers meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.
“And you,” he said to Katniss. “Are you planning on reminding everyone that you're an archer anytime soon?” Because that was important too, and if her fight hadn't shown the others that Katniss wasn't a joke, then her shooting was sure to.
Sorry, I went to bed.
It's fine. I'm going to try and get something up for you right now before I have to start getting ready. I'm going to have Prim leave the table pretty early anyway. Happy Thanksgiving! :3
It's fine. I'm going to try and get something up for you right now before I have to start getting ready. I'm going to have Prim leave the table pretty early anyway. Happy Thanksgiving! :3
Have fun with your Fassy, haha.
>__> Fine, no Kanye for you, Gale. Good job.
Nah, I think he'll do it on his own. He's still got that mentor mentality so he wants to see her do something and if he can encourage that then he'll feel like he's done something right.
I'll be here on Friday, haha. I'll pick up Liam Neeson on my way to dinner and he can chill with me. No need to send him after me!
Nah, I think he'll do it on his own. He's still got that mentor mentality so he wants to see her do something and if he can encourage that then he'll feel like he's done something right.
I'll be here on Friday, haha. I'll pick up Liam Neeson on my way to dinner and he can chill with me. No need to send him after me!
We could compare apples to oranges. Is that more fair? Do you love apples and oranges, Gale??
I think I'll have her leave dinner early and go to her room and then after Haymitch will go talk to her like, lol come on, get up. i'll let u try and hit me. then Prim can go mini-Liam Neeson the next day.
I think I'll have her leave dinner early and go to her room and then after Haymitch will go talk to her like, lol come on, get up. i'll let u try and hit me. then Prim can go mini-Liam Neeson the next day.
Then obviously he doesn't love her that much!
If it weren't for Haymitch turning around and nicely encouraging her later, she would probably just do it to get everyone to shut the hell up. She's not feeling very good right now.
And yeah, in about a half hour, I think. I'm sorry it took me so long to post D;
If it weren't for Haymitch turning around and nicely encouraging her later, she would probably just do it to get everyone to shut the hell up. She's not feeling very good right now.
And yeah, in about a half hour, I think. I'm sorry it took me so long to post D;
But does Gale love Prim more than Kanye loves Kanye?
Suffering is the point of the games! I'm doing my job!
And I posted. I figured Prim and Haymitch fighting would make them working together a little more meaningful :3
Suffering is the point of the games! I'm doing my job!
And I posted. I figured Prim and Haymitch fighting would make them working together a little more meaningful :3
The energy of the crowd was growing to match the intensity of the fight between Johanna and Katniss. It was quickly escalating, becoming more brutal with each punch and barb that the women threw at each other. Haymitch was surprised that it hadn't been broken up yet, but he knew that it was only a matter of time. He glanced toward the men and women concealed by the force field and saw that even they had ceased their constant drinking and eating to watch what was happening. Their faces were a mixture of entertainment and concern, and Haymitch wondered what this would mean for Katniss. A second later, he looked away from them once more and returned his focus to Katniss who had just given Johanna a damaging headbutt. It was a good move, a smart one too and the blond man was definitely proud of her fighting instinct.
It seemed that Katniss wasn't done yet, either and Johanna had gotten the rise out of her that she had been gunning for. Haymitch was sure that the older woman hadn't expected to be punched in the face, let alone lose to an eighteen year old girl but the former mentor could do nothing but smirk even as Katniss was pulled away from her competitor. There was no punishment in store for either of them and the two seemed to walk away with a new found respect for one another. Haymitch, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear. Had he still been a mentor, he would have thought twice about approving of such violence pre-arena but as a tribute, he didn't have to hide his enthusiasm.
“That was excellent, sweetheart,” Haymitch smirked and clapped Katniss on the shoulder. She was bleeding, but she didn't seem to be bothered by it. Haymitch could think of at least two people who were going to be very concerned by her current appearance and behavior, but Effie and Cinna's opinion mattered very little at the moment.
Over on the machines, Prim had been running and keeping up decently with Gale, but when the Peacekeepers had stepped in to break up the fight between Johanna and Katniss. As soon as she saw her sister being pulled away, legs flailing, Prim thought back to the Reaping and immediately left the machine she had been working at, leaving it on without a second thought. She ran over to her sister as the crowd dispersed but was surprised to see that everything had calmed down without much incident. It was hard for Prim to think of Katniss being in pain, or being dragged away somewhere and the older girl didn't even stop to say anything to her, and she left with Haymitch instead. Prim shook her head, feeling more out of place than usual but was easily comforted by Gale's arm around her shoulders. She stayed close to him as they headed for the elevators after waving goodbye to Yelven and Iva for the day.
With Katniss and Haymitch already on their way upstairs, Prim and Gale were forced to share an elevator with a pack of careers. Prim did her best not to pay them any attention, figuring that was a better strategy than engaging, although she was angry and wouldn't have minded blowing off a little steam. Thankfully, they were gone fairly quickly and the blonde girl was finally able to exhale. “I am proud,” she said, her smile returning, “mostly because I beat you at that race.” In all actuality, Gale had probably won, but Prim needed a little bit of humor at that point in time.
The doors of the elevator soon parted and the first thing that Prim heard was Effie yelling at either Katniss or Haymitch. Prim couldn't say that she blamed the brightly-colored woman too much, and she was even a little envious. “I'm going to take a shower,” she told Gale, and quickly made a beeline toward her room.
“Just what were you thinking?” Effie asked, her hands on her hips as she demanded some kind of answer. “And you!” She gestured to Haymitch, “encouraging that? You know better! She's hurt!”
Effie's lecture had quickly grown old, and Haymitch wasn't going to apologize for Katniss being good at what mattered. Looking pretty wasn't going to save anyone's life in the arena, but having enough sense to play dirty would. “It's going to heal,” he replied to the escort's tirade. “And if it doesn't, there's medicine for it. I don't know why you're yelling at her for this. She did a good job today!”
Effie's face screwed up in anger and she was soon storming out of the room. Haymitch smirked as she walked off and turned back to Katniss. “Seriously,” he grinned, “good job. You should go get cleaned up before the sight of that small cut gives Effie a heart attack.” Gently, he gave her an affectionate nudge on the shoulder, happy that things seemed to be back to normal between them. After that, he left the room, feeling the need for a shower before dinner would be served.
After Prim had taken a long, hot, shower, she changed into something more comfortable. She left her wet hair down around her shoulders, not caring about how it would dry or who would see it. Unfortunately, the hot water hadn't put her in a better mood and Prim didn't want to take her anger out on anyone. Even though she was there with Katniss, the younger girl still felt like she had lost her sister and that scared her more than anything—more than threats from careers and more than dying within the first ten minutes of the Games.
Feeling that she had to come out at some point, Prim left her room and returned to the common area. She was surprised to see that Haymitch was already out and had placed himself on the couch by the window. Prim settled wordlessly into an armchair by the window and watched the view. The sun was beginning to set and the Capitol looked as beautiful as ever, but she was still homesick.
“Did you pick a weapon today?” Haymitch asked.
It sounded like he was trying to make conversation, but all Prim could hear was that she was dragging her feet and making things harder for everyone else. Maybe she was projecting a little. “No,” she answered and then looked back toward the window.
“Why not?” he asked, sounding a bit more accusatory.
“Because I didn't,” Prim replied. When prompted, she could be just as unpleasant as her older sister.
Haymitch shook his head, “I don't know why you think everyone is going to baby you through this. You're here, deal with it.”
Prim glared at Haymitch from across the room. “I'm not and I never asked anyone to,” she snapped.
“Then pick something to defend yourself with!”
Prim didn't answer him, and fixed her gaze on the window and the buildings outside. Behind her, Prim heard someone else come into the room, but she didn't look to see who it was. She was curled up in the chair, trying her best not to acknowledge that the pressure of the Games was already getting to her.
It seemed that Katniss wasn't done yet, either and Johanna had gotten the rise out of her that she had been gunning for. Haymitch was sure that the older woman hadn't expected to be punched in the face, let alone lose to an eighteen year old girl but the former mentor could do nothing but smirk even as Katniss was pulled away from her competitor. There was no punishment in store for either of them and the two seemed to walk away with a new found respect for one another. Haymitch, on the other hand, was grinning ear to ear. Had he still been a mentor, he would have thought twice about approving of such violence pre-arena but as a tribute, he didn't have to hide his enthusiasm.
“That was excellent, sweetheart,” Haymitch smirked and clapped Katniss on the shoulder. She was bleeding, but she didn't seem to be bothered by it. Haymitch could think of at least two people who were going to be very concerned by her current appearance and behavior, but Effie and Cinna's opinion mattered very little at the moment.
Over on the machines, Prim had been running and keeping up decently with Gale, but when the Peacekeepers had stepped in to break up the fight between Johanna and Katniss. As soon as she saw her sister being pulled away, legs flailing, Prim thought back to the Reaping and immediately left the machine she had been working at, leaving it on without a second thought. She ran over to her sister as the crowd dispersed but was surprised to see that everything had calmed down without much incident. It was hard for Prim to think of Katniss being in pain, or being dragged away somewhere and the older girl didn't even stop to say anything to her, and she left with Haymitch instead. Prim shook her head, feeling more out of place than usual but was easily comforted by Gale's arm around her shoulders. She stayed close to him as they headed for the elevators after waving goodbye to Yelven and Iva for the day.
With Katniss and Haymitch already on their way upstairs, Prim and Gale were forced to share an elevator with a pack of careers. Prim did her best not to pay them any attention, figuring that was a better strategy than engaging, although she was angry and wouldn't have minded blowing off a little steam. Thankfully, they were gone fairly quickly and the blonde girl was finally able to exhale. “I am proud,” she said, her smile returning, “mostly because I beat you at that race.” In all actuality, Gale had probably won, but Prim needed a little bit of humor at that point in time.
The doors of the elevator soon parted and the first thing that Prim heard was Effie yelling at either Katniss or Haymitch. Prim couldn't say that she blamed the brightly-colored woman too much, and she was even a little envious. “I'm going to take a shower,” she told Gale, and quickly made a beeline toward her room.
“Just what were you thinking?” Effie asked, her hands on her hips as she demanded some kind of answer. “And you!” She gestured to Haymitch, “encouraging that? You know better! She's hurt!”
Effie's lecture had quickly grown old, and Haymitch wasn't going to apologize for Katniss being good at what mattered. Looking pretty wasn't going to save anyone's life in the arena, but having enough sense to play dirty would. “It's going to heal,” he replied to the escort's tirade. “And if it doesn't, there's medicine for it. I don't know why you're yelling at her for this. She did a good job today!”
Effie's face screwed up in anger and she was soon storming out of the room. Haymitch smirked as she walked off and turned back to Katniss. “Seriously,” he grinned, “good job. You should go get cleaned up before the sight of that small cut gives Effie a heart attack.” Gently, he gave her an affectionate nudge on the shoulder, happy that things seemed to be back to normal between them. After that, he left the room, feeling the need for a shower before dinner would be served.
After Prim had taken a long, hot, shower, she changed into something more comfortable. She left her wet hair down around her shoulders, not caring about how it would dry or who would see it. Unfortunately, the hot water hadn't put her in a better mood and Prim didn't want to take her anger out on anyone. Even though she was there with Katniss, the younger girl still felt like she had lost her sister and that scared her more than anything—more than threats from careers and more than dying within the first ten minutes of the Games.
Feeling that she had to come out at some point, Prim left her room and returned to the common area. She was surprised to see that Haymitch was already out and had placed himself on the couch by the window. Prim settled wordlessly into an armchair by the window and watched the view. The sun was beginning to set and the Capitol looked as beautiful as ever, but she was still homesick.
“Did you pick a weapon today?” Haymitch asked.
It sounded like he was trying to make conversation, but all Prim could hear was that she was dragging her feet and making things harder for everyone else. Maybe she was projecting a little. “No,” she answered and then looked back toward the window.
“Why not?” he asked, sounding a bit more accusatory.
“Because I didn't,” Prim replied. When prompted, she could be just as unpleasant as her older sister.
Haymitch shook his head, “I don't know why you think everyone is going to baby you through this. You're here, deal with it.”
Prim glared at Haymitch from across the room. “I'm not and I never asked anyone to,” she snapped.
“Then pick something to defend yourself with!”
Prim didn't answer him, and fixed her gaze on the window and the buildings outside. Behind her, Prim heard someone else come into the room, but she didn't look to see who it was. She was curled up in the chair, trying her best not to acknowledge that the pressure of the Games was already getting to her.
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