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Everything is fine, I swear <3
Do whatever you want. I didn't know you were uncomfortable with that.
I think you think something is wrong and that's not okay. I'm on Skype if you want to talk it out more because I'd rather not have any bad blood between us.
I think you think something is wrong and that's not okay. I'm on Skype if you want to talk it out more because I'd rather not have any bad blood between us.
Out of order?
I don't know what texting has to do with anything. I very rarely text anyone first but you're not bothering me when you do. If I don't want to talk to someone, I just ignore them. Like I really don't know where this is coming from?
I like you. We're friends. I don't think we're not close and like I said, I really don't know where this is coming from or why you're so upset with me.
I don't know what texting has to do with anything. I very rarely text anyone first but you're not bothering me when you do. If I don't want to talk to someone, I just ignore them. Like I really don't know where this is coming from?
I like you. We're friends. I don't think we're not close and like I said, I really don't know where this is coming from or why you're so upset with me.
Is there some reason you can't?
I don't feel like I've done anything, but it's a two way street. The OOC isn't active because we've been on Skype for the last...idk, a while. You didn't post here today, and you usually say hi to me and shit, but it sat quiet. I asked if Peeta's thing was next, you answered and I said fine because it literally is fine.
If I wasn't invested in this RP, if I didn't care, I wouldn't bother to get on here. I wouldn't leave the window open in my tabs and I wouldn't check my subs every half hour or hour to see what's going on. I like this RP and I like you, but I don't like what you're accusing me of and I don't think it's very fair.
I don't feel like I've done anything, but it's a two way street. The OOC isn't active because we've been on Skype for the last...idk, a while. You didn't post here today, and you usually say hi to me and shit, but it sat quiet. I asked if Peeta's thing was next, you answered and I said fine because it literally is fine.
If I wasn't invested in this RP, if I didn't care, I wouldn't bother to get on here. I wouldn't leave the window open in my tabs and I wouldn't check my subs every half hour or hour to see what's going on. I like this RP and I like you, but I don't like what you're accusing me of and I don't think it's very fair.
Slowly, his breathing began to return to normal and Haymitch had barely recovered when Katniss made a joke. He laughed softly, thinking it was slightly absurd because just about anything she wore could have easily caused that reaction. Regardless, he smiled as he watched her, still grinning as she kissed him before getting up. “Where are you going?” he asked, pulling himself up into a sitting position as Katniss wobbled around on her ridiculously tall heels. She still looked fantastic, and he couldn't help the way his eyes were drawn to her, or how badly he wanted her to come back to bed. He hoped that she would stay with him, as sappy a thought as it was.
One day, Haymitch hoped that things could be different for them. Now that the night had brought them that much closer, the need for Peeta's plan to be a success became that much more apparent, not only for the sanity of everyone involved, but also for a better Panem. There was a part of Haymitch that still wanted to run away from it all, to take Katniss with him and see if they could jump the fence in the garden downstairs. It was irresponsible, wishful thinking that had the possibility of bringing everything to a grinding halt. Matters of the heart had no place in the Games, and Haymitch needed to keep that in mind.
Across the Penthouse, Prim was currently cuddled up with Gale, feeling as safe as she possibly could while in the Capitol. Whenever she started to have doubts about everything, or worried too much, Gale managed to calm her down with just a single look and a gentle touch. She didn't know how to accurately express how grateful she was for him, and telling him at such an inopportune time would have ruined the mood. There weren't many days left before the Games, and Prim really couldn't help the anxiety that was threatening to overtake her.
“Date number two,” she repeated, smiling softly as she thought of the future. “What would we do?” If they were back home, Prim knew that she would have been happy to do anything with Gale as long as they were together. After what they were about to endure, a quiet walk and nice conversation would probably do the both of them some good and Prim couldn't think of anything better than wasting a warm afternoon with the man she loved. Everything that was coming had to work out, because Prim didn't think she could handle losing Gale after only having him for such a short time.
It wasn't long after Katniss had returned to bed that Haymitch fell asleep. He held her close throughout the night, content and satisfied, so happy in fact that he didn't have a single nightmare. It was maddening that they hadn't realized their feelings for one another sooner, before everything had gotten complicated, and before President Snow had fabricated this vendetta against Katniss and everyone that she cared about. He wanted to take her away from this place, away from the horrors of the Capitol and protect her because she deserved that much after the hand that life had dealt her.
When morning finally rolled around, Haymitch was slow to wake up. He was still tired from the night before and the last thing he wanted to do was rush out of bed and head downstairs for training. “Morning,” he said, lips pressed to the back of Katniss's neck. He didn't know if she was ready for more training, or if any of the other tributes were feeling up to it. Haymitch had seen a large handful of them the night before and they had that classic drunken look in their eyes. Nothing was worse than nursing a hangover while trying to beat the weapons simulator and scare the other tributes into thinking you weren't an easy target.
“We have to get up. Breakfast,” he mumbled, doing his best to wake himself up. If Haymitch had it his way, he wouldn't have moved for the rest of the day, or week.
Sleep had come easily for Prim that night, and she awoke very rested and momentarily happy before she realized where she was. Waking up in the Capitol wasn't something that she hoped to ever get used to, but it was becoming more familiar by the day. Stretching, the blonde girl turned onto her side and looked over at Gale, seeing that he was still asleep. She reached over and brushed her fingers against his cheek, saying his name, “you have to wake up,” she whispered and gave him a little nudge. Breakfast would be served soon, and then they would have more training. It was a good distraction if Prim didn't think that she would have to use her knives on another human being soon. At the very least, she was improving and that was something to motivate her.
One day, Haymitch hoped that things could be different for them. Now that the night had brought them that much closer, the need for Peeta's plan to be a success became that much more apparent, not only for the sanity of everyone involved, but also for a better Panem. There was a part of Haymitch that still wanted to run away from it all, to take Katniss with him and see if they could jump the fence in the garden downstairs. It was irresponsible, wishful thinking that had the possibility of bringing everything to a grinding halt. Matters of the heart had no place in the Games, and Haymitch needed to keep that in mind.
Across the Penthouse, Prim was currently cuddled up with Gale, feeling as safe as she possibly could while in the Capitol. Whenever she started to have doubts about everything, or worried too much, Gale managed to calm her down with just a single look and a gentle touch. She didn't know how to accurately express how grateful she was for him, and telling him at such an inopportune time would have ruined the mood. There weren't many days left before the Games, and Prim really couldn't help the anxiety that was threatening to overtake her.
“Date number two,” she repeated, smiling softly as she thought of the future. “What would we do?” If they were back home, Prim knew that she would have been happy to do anything with Gale as long as they were together. After what they were about to endure, a quiet walk and nice conversation would probably do the both of them some good and Prim couldn't think of anything better than wasting a warm afternoon with the man she loved. Everything that was coming had to work out, because Prim didn't think she could handle losing Gale after only having him for such a short time.
It wasn't long after Katniss had returned to bed that Haymitch fell asleep. He held her close throughout the night, content and satisfied, so happy in fact that he didn't have a single nightmare. It was maddening that they hadn't realized their feelings for one another sooner, before everything had gotten complicated, and before President Snow had fabricated this vendetta against Katniss and everyone that she cared about. He wanted to take her away from this place, away from the horrors of the Capitol and protect her because she deserved that much after the hand that life had dealt her.
When morning finally rolled around, Haymitch was slow to wake up. He was still tired from the night before and the last thing he wanted to do was rush out of bed and head downstairs for training. “Morning,” he said, lips pressed to the back of Katniss's neck. He didn't know if she was ready for more training, or if any of the other tributes were feeling up to it. Haymitch had seen a large handful of them the night before and they had that classic drunken look in their eyes. Nothing was worse than nursing a hangover while trying to beat the weapons simulator and scare the other tributes into thinking you weren't an easy target.
“We have to get up. Breakfast,” he mumbled, doing his best to wake himself up. If Haymitch had it his way, he wouldn't have moved for the rest of the day, or week.
Sleep had come easily for Prim that night, and she awoke very rested and momentarily happy before she realized where she was. Waking up in the Capitol wasn't something that she hoped to ever get used to, but it was becoming more familiar by the day. Stretching, the blonde girl turned onto her side and looked over at Gale, seeing that he was still asleep. She reached over and brushed her fingers against his cheek, saying his name, “you have to wake up,” she whispered and gave him a little nudge. Breakfast would be served soon, and then they would have more training. It was a good distraction if Prim didn't think that she would have to use her knives on another human being soon. At the very least, she was improving and that was something to motivate her.
Nah, I'm good.
Fine.
So, Peeta's birthday next, or?
It was hard to think that this was the last happy night she would have before the games. Prim had enjoyed her time with Gale, but the Games just on the horizon and Johanna's scene that reminded them that they were just pawns in Snow's sick game, it had been hard to focus on any of the good. The Games were going to bring about so much change no matter what the result of Peeta's plan was, and Prim was worried about failing. The conditions in Panem were only going to get worse if their escape attempt was foiled, and Prim didn't want to think of what would become of herself and her friends if they were captured. Not many people believed in her, but the blonde girl wanted to do everything she could to protect her loved ones, to make sure that they made it out alive no matter what. As for herself, she would try to make it to the end.
Sighing softly as she hung up the dress, Prim turned around to see Gale had come back into the room. He looked much more like himself, more relaxed now that he was out of the suit the stylists had chosen for him. His presence calmed her uncertain anxiety, and Prim couldn't help but smile when she looked at him. “Me too,” she agreed, also happy to be out of the dress and those large high heels and back into something simple. These were the clothes that she felt best in anyway, able to relax in a breathable cotton as opposed to a bejeweled gown that probably cost more than her old house in the Seam.
“I don't think they would have liked the ball much,” she said after sitting down with Gale. Most people in 12 had a mistrust of the Capitol, and Prim didn't blame them. While they may have been tempted by the food, she doubted that many of the people back home would have reacted positively to many of the citizens who had been at the extravagant party. “And I can definitely see a fight or two happening...” she trailed off with a laugh which soon turned into a brief yawn. It was getting late, and there was training in the morning. Prim couldn't say that she was looking forward to it, but she did want to keep her mind occupied, lest she continue to think of everything that may or may not go wrong.
“We should probably turn in,” Prim said, although she really didn't want to yet. Extra time with Gale would be valuable once they were finally in the arena and Prim didn't want to skimp on anything. Leaning in, she gave his cheek a kiss before getting up and turning down the covers on the bed. After, she got in and scooted over, making room for Gale next to her. She didn't care who found out about them anymore, whether it be an Avox or Effie, Prim just wanted to be with Gale and not come to regret anything if, or rather, when her time came.
Sighing softly as she hung up the dress, Prim turned around to see Gale had come back into the room. He looked much more like himself, more relaxed now that he was out of the suit the stylists had chosen for him. His presence calmed her uncertain anxiety, and Prim couldn't help but smile when she looked at him. “Me too,” she agreed, also happy to be out of the dress and those large high heels and back into something simple. These were the clothes that she felt best in anyway, able to relax in a breathable cotton as opposed to a bejeweled gown that probably cost more than her old house in the Seam.
“I don't think they would have liked the ball much,” she said after sitting down with Gale. Most people in 12 had a mistrust of the Capitol, and Prim didn't blame them. While they may have been tempted by the food, she doubted that many of the people back home would have reacted positively to many of the citizens who had been at the extravagant party. “And I can definitely see a fight or two happening...” she trailed off with a laugh which soon turned into a brief yawn. It was getting late, and there was training in the morning. Prim couldn't say that she was looking forward to it, but she did want to keep her mind occupied, lest she continue to think of everything that may or may not go wrong.
“We should probably turn in,” Prim said, although she really didn't want to yet. Extra time with Gale would be valuable once they were finally in the arena and Prim didn't want to skimp on anything. Leaning in, she gave his cheek a kiss before getting up and turning down the covers on the bed. After, she got in and scooted over, making room for Gale next to her. She didn't care who found out about them anymore, whether it be an Avox or Effie, Prim just wanted to be with Gale and not come to regret anything if, or rather, when her time came.
Have you tried updating it manually, or just restarting your tablet? I have the app version on my laptop and sometimes the program just needs to be completely closed and reopened before it will actually work right.
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