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That's fine with me c: I think we said he would stay behind and talk to Gale and Prim. Maybe he can say that Haymitch wants to talk to Katniss downstairs.
Naaaaaaaah, it's fiiiine!
Buttered toast and a good post! Heck yes.
Buttered toast and a good post! Heck yes.
I thiiiink someone was telling you to post >__>
*whispers* Possssstttttt, poooooooooost! Do itttt~
Posted! And it's shorter because Prim and Katniss.
There had been a split second after entering the suite where Prim thought that Katniss still didn't want anything to do with her. The thought had been swirling in her head since the night before, that Katniss was finally choosing to distance herself from the burden she had taken on years ago. It was logical, to cut ties now before the Games even started, so that it would hurt less when Prim eventually died. Katniss had always done a good job of holding grudges, but Prim was afraid that her older sister could manage to be so cold. It was true that Katniss was no longer the same girl she had been in the previous year—the arena had changed pieces of her, and Prim hoped that Katniss hadn't adopted the predatory attitude that some of the other Victors had taken on.
All of her worries ceased as Katniss threw her arms around her, and Prim closed her eyes, hugging her sister as tight as she could. It was a relief to know that Katniss did understand why she had been acting so unlike herself, and Prim knew that she had only been trying to help. However, Katniss was abrasive and their thought patterns were very different. Prim couldn't just accept her situation and move on in the blink of an eye, she had needed time to grieve for her old life, and time to worry about dying. It was morbid and it was sad, but it was something that the blonde had needed to do. She was just happy to have Katniss back on her side, to see that she cared again, or rather, that she always would.
“I'm sorry,” Prim whispered, her voice quivering slightly. She couldn't stand it when Katniss cried, it seemed so unfair. “I won't check out like that. I'm here for you.” What their mother had done to Katniss and to her after the accident was almost unforgivable, and Prim felt terrible for shutting the dark-haired girl out the night before. That was exactly what their mother had done, every time affection was shown, she would just sit there. Prim swallowed hard, not wanting to get too emotional when she would have to go back downstairs and continue training after lunch.
When Gale made himself known, Prim laughed softly at Katniss's threat and wiped her eyes. She didn't like for anyone to see her cry, especially not Gale, but Prim knew how much it bothered Katniss. With one arm still around the older girl, she gave her sister another hug before the three of them headed into the dining room for lunch. After a busy morning of training, Prim had worked up quite the appetite and everything that had been laid out by the Avoxes looked tempting.
Taking a seat next to Katniss at the table, Prim took a bowl of fruit and one of the sandwiches from the tray in front of them. “We'll be okay,” she said, agreeing with Gale as she began to eat. It was nice to have a moment alone, just the three of them. It felt like old times, as if home weren't as far away as she thought. Prim smiled to herself and quietly wished that every day could be the same, that they could freeze time and stop the Games from coming.
“How's the simulation going?” Prim asked Katniss. She had taken a break to watch the older girl from a distance a few times that day and Katniss looked polished as ever when it came to her archery. “Are you going to try when we get back down there?” she followed up, looking to Gale. He was good with that sword, something else that Haymitch had been right about. For being a drunk, he certainly was smart sometimes.
The way that Finnick and Johanna were talking bothered Haymitch just slightly. Neither Victor seemed to be taking their dilemma very seriously, as if they had already accepted the fact that they were going to die. Haymitch himself had done the same thing a month ago, but knowing that Peeta had thought up a plan gave him new hope that the Capitol wouldn't ultimately win every time. He wanted to live, he wanted the other tributes to live and he wanted those who had already done their time to get the hell of the arena if it was possible. Peeta was a good kid, and Haymitch had faith in him even if the others seemed to be wavering.
“I'm relaxed enough,” Haymitch told Johanna, frowning. Although he did agree that she was just angry about being taken down by Katniss the day before. “I can't believe you actually want to relax around here.” That seemed like the kind of thing that the Capitol would want them to do.
“What else are we supposed to do?” Finnick asked, at a loss. “We can't train twenty-four-seven, and besides, mentors always got the best of everything. They owe us a massage, at least.”
All of her worries ceased as Katniss threw her arms around her, and Prim closed her eyes, hugging her sister as tight as she could. It was a relief to know that Katniss did understand why she had been acting so unlike herself, and Prim knew that she had only been trying to help. However, Katniss was abrasive and their thought patterns were very different. Prim couldn't just accept her situation and move on in the blink of an eye, she had needed time to grieve for her old life, and time to worry about dying. It was morbid and it was sad, but it was something that the blonde had needed to do. She was just happy to have Katniss back on her side, to see that she cared again, or rather, that she always would.
“I'm sorry,” Prim whispered, her voice quivering slightly. She couldn't stand it when Katniss cried, it seemed so unfair. “I won't check out like that. I'm here for you.” What their mother had done to Katniss and to her after the accident was almost unforgivable, and Prim felt terrible for shutting the dark-haired girl out the night before. That was exactly what their mother had done, every time affection was shown, she would just sit there. Prim swallowed hard, not wanting to get too emotional when she would have to go back downstairs and continue training after lunch.
When Gale made himself known, Prim laughed softly at Katniss's threat and wiped her eyes. She didn't like for anyone to see her cry, especially not Gale, but Prim knew how much it bothered Katniss. With one arm still around the older girl, she gave her sister another hug before the three of them headed into the dining room for lunch. After a busy morning of training, Prim had worked up quite the appetite and everything that had been laid out by the Avoxes looked tempting.
Taking a seat next to Katniss at the table, Prim took a bowl of fruit and one of the sandwiches from the tray in front of them. “We'll be okay,” she said, agreeing with Gale as she began to eat. It was nice to have a moment alone, just the three of them. It felt like old times, as if home weren't as far away as she thought. Prim smiled to herself and quietly wished that every day could be the same, that they could freeze time and stop the Games from coming.
“How's the simulation going?” Prim asked Katniss. She had taken a break to watch the older girl from a distance a few times that day and Katniss looked polished as ever when it came to her archery. “Are you going to try when we get back down there?” she followed up, looking to Gale. He was good with that sword, something else that Haymitch had been right about. For being a drunk, he certainly was smart sometimes.
The way that Finnick and Johanna were talking bothered Haymitch just slightly. Neither Victor seemed to be taking their dilemma very seriously, as if they had already accepted the fact that they were going to die. Haymitch himself had done the same thing a month ago, but knowing that Peeta had thought up a plan gave him new hope that the Capitol wouldn't ultimately win every time. He wanted to live, he wanted the other tributes to live and he wanted those who had already done their time to get the hell of the arena if it was possible. Peeta was a good kid, and Haymitch had faith in him even if the others seemed to be wavering.
“I'm relaxed enough,” Haymitch told Johanna, frowning. Although he did agree that she was just angry about being taken down by Katniss the day before. “I can't believe you actually want to relax around here.” That seemed like the kind of thing that the Capitol would want them to do.
“What else are we supposed to do?” Finnick asked, at a loss. “We can't train twenty-four-seven, and besides, mentors always got the best of everything. They owe us a massage, at least.”
Hopefully not D; Although I imagine there's going to be all kinds of propaganda from the Capitol, and probably the rebels too.
Haha, aw. Poor Haymitch. He doesn't want Prim to hit him, she's miniature, like a hamster.
Haha, aw. Poor Haymitch. He doesn't want Prim to hit him, she's miniature, like a hamster.
Sorry for the late reply! Did you get my PM?
The situation didn't look promising. No one else on the island had any sort of medical training, besides Jack, and the other man seemed to distraught to do much of anything. He wasn't the only one who had lost someone, and Marcus was still thinking about Laura, and how she must have suffered before her untimely death. There was an ache in the Marine's chest that would never go away, and later, he would find time to grieve. For now, there were survivors to take care of, and Marcus was more than likely the only one who could keep them alive until help came for them. It was still early enough, and the plan had to have sent out some kind of distress signal, and at the very least, someone must have noticed that it had dropped off the radar, that it had never made it to its scheduled destination.
Although, Marcus had a worrying thought in the back of his mind, something that said they were truly on their own. It wasn't often that planes fell out of the sky, and they were more safe than cars, but equipment malfunctioned all the time, and there was no guarantee that anyone was coming for them. It was best to try and find some good in the situation, to focus on the small things; minimal injuries in spite of the violent crash and explosion, the abundance of stray luggage on the beach and the fair, comfortable weather. They could have crashed anywhere else, even in the ocean, but the fact that they were on a beautiful beach should have lightened spirits a little.
“She does,” Marcus nodded, looking to the woman had finally sat down. Her hip was jutting out from her side, and that injury was probably the most serious next to Shay's open leg wound. “You might want to find something to bite down on,” he added, breaking the news that this was going to hurt. Most of the time, people were sedated for procedures like this, and a hip was much more difficult to pop back into the socket in the field as opposed to a shoulder, which Marcus had dealt with many times. Maya looked frightened, probably worried that she couldn't handle the pain but it would have to be done. He wasn't the best at comforting people, but he offered her a reassuring smile.
There was no part of Matt that wanted to be around for a hip being put back into place. He was squeamish about things like that, and didn't even like the sight of blood, let alone the sound of bone moving against bone. “Good luck with that,” he said, not meaning to be so callous. He stood and looked to Shay, motioning for her to come with him. “We'll bring back some firewood when you're done with...” he swallowed, “that.” Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, they would have to eat at some point, and then night would be falling upon them, and staying warm was a priority. The blond man didn't think they would be rescued that quickly, and letting go of that hope now was better than being anxious about listening for helicopters.
“Animals, by the way,” Matt finally answered Shay, “I work for National Geographic.” The job brought him to many beautiful places, and Matt had gotten the privilege of seeing and experiencing amazing things, but he never thought that he would be involved in a plane crash because of it. All he had wanted to do was take pictures of the parrots, go home and get paid. “What do you study?” He picked up a few sticks at the edge of the dense jungle, not wanting to step inside yet. He knew how easily people could go missing, and after surviving the afternoon's ordeal, Matt would rather not jinx himself.
As Matt and Shay walked away, Maya was left with Marcus, Jack and Ben. The adrenaline from earlier was starting to wear off, and the pain was beginning to return to her side, shooting down her leg and all the way into her toes. Maya had never even broken a bone, and she wasn't used to this type of injury. Although, Marcus seemed confident and Maya trusted that she was in capable hands. She did her best not to worry, and looked from one man to the other, hoping that one of them would find her something to bite down on so that she didn't have to go without. “Is it really going to be that bad?” she asked, perhaps coming off as a little naive, maybe even dumb.
“It's not going to be easy on you,” Marcus replied. There was no sense in lying to her. He turned to Ben and Jack, hoping that they would be more inclined to help than Matt was. “If one of you can hold her still, I'll get her hip back in place.”
Biting her lip in worry, Maya looked from Jack to Ben. She didn't want to go through this and it was often that she took the easy way out. After all, she had dosed herself for the flight, not wanting to be scared and now she didn't have the same combination to take the edge of off this suddenly jungle triage.
Although, Marcus had a worrying thought in the back of his mind, something that said they were truly on their own. It wasn't often that planes fell out of the sky, and they were more safe than cars, but equipment malfunctioned all the time, and there was no guarantee that anyone was coming for them. It was best to try and find some good in the situation, to focus on the small things; minimal injuries in spite of the violent crash and explosion, the abundance of stray luggage on the beach and the fair, comfortable weather. They could have crashed anywhere else, even in the ocean, but the fact that they were on a beautiful beach should have lightened spirits a little.
“She does,” Marcus nodded, looking to the woman had finally sat down. Her hip was jutting out from her side, and that injury was probably the most serious next to Shay's open leg wound. “You might want to find something to bite down on,” he added, breaking the news that this was going to hurt. Most of the time, people were sedated for procedures like this, and a hip was much more difficult to pop back into the socket in the field as opposed to a shoulder, which Marcus had dealt with many times. Maya looked frightened, probably worried that she couldn't handle the pain but it would have to be done. He wasn't the best at comforting people, but he offered her a reassuring smile.
There was no part of Matt that wanted to be around for a hip being put back into place. He was squeamish about things like that, and didn't even like the sight of blood, let alone the sound of bone moving against bone. “Good luck with that,” he said, not meaning to be so callous. He stood and looked to Shay, motioning for her to come with him. “We'll bring back some firewood when you're done with...” he swallowed, “that.” Even though it was the middle of the afternoon, they would have to eat at some point, and then night would be falling upon them, and staying warm was a priority. The blond man didn't think they would be rescued that quickly, and letting go of that hope now was better than being anxious about listening for helicopters.
“Animals, by the way,” Matt finally answered Shay, “I work for National Geographic.” The job brought him to many beautiful places, and Matt had gotten the privilege of seeing and experiencing amazing things, but he never thought that he would be involved in a plane crash because of it. All he had wanted to do was take pictures of the parrots, go home and get paid. “What do you study?” He picked up a few sticks at the edge of the dense jungle, not wanting to step inside yet. He knew how easily people could go missing, and after surviving the afternoon's ordeal, Matt would rather not jinx himself.
As Matt and Shay walked away, Maya was left with Marcus, Jack and Ben. The adrenaline from earlier was starting to wear off, and the pain was beginning to return to her side, shooting down her leg and all the way into her toes. Maya had never even broken a bone, and she wasn't used to this type of injury. Although, Marcus seemed confident and Maya trusted that she was in capable hands. She did her best not to worry, and looked from one man to the other, hoping that one of them would find her something to bite down on so that she didn't have to go without. “Is it really going to be that bad?” she asked, perhaps coming off as a little naive, maybe even dumb.
“It's not going to be easy on you,” Marcus replied. There was no sense in lying to her. He turned to Ben and Jack, hoping that they would be more inclined to help than Matt was. “If one of you can hold her still, I'll get her hip back in place.”
Biting her lip in worry, Maya looked from Jack to Ben. She didn't want to go through this and it was often that she took the easy way out. After all, she had dosed herself for the flight, not wanting to be scared and now she didn't have the same combination to take the edge of off this suddenly jungle triage.
That's true. Aw, Peeta <3 I'm happy that he's going to meet someone nice.
I could see her hitting Haymitch, tbh. Like if he ever really hurt Katniss somehow and Katniss actually told her about it. She would punch him I:
I could see her hitting Haymitch, tbh. Like if he ever really hurt Katniss somehow and Katniss actually told her about it. She would punch him I:
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