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Beyond a Fire's Embers

Alrighty. EDIT PS. I finally deleted Emily off skype and am no longer avoiding my account. So, if you ever feel like talking there, let me know. #proudofme

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Got you a post :3

Beyond a Fire's Embers

Simply judging from the look on Katniss's face, Prim knew that her older sister must have thought she was trying to make excuses again. Her unwillingness to acknowledge the people she may have to kill was far from the repeat of not wanting to train when they had all first come to the Capitol. The blonde didn't understand why not thinking about it was looked at as unwillingness, or rather, weakness. All Prim wanted to do was prolong the sane moments, the times where her life wasn't mottled with fear and tragedy, where she could still enjoy doing something with Katniss, or talking to Gale, or sharing cooking tips with Peeta. Good memories were going to be what got her, personally, through the games, the remembrance of better times, and the hope that there would be more of the same in the future. “There was that year that it was poison, too,” Prim remarked, recalling that both tributes from 12 had died after collecting rainwater in a rather arid arena. The blonde heeded the older girl's words, however, making sure to pay attention to how the trap was laid out. Soon, she practiced her own, but also wondered what to make of Katniss not knowing what was going on with Haymitch. The two had been so close lately, and Prim hoped that there wasn't more animosity between them. Their fights never were pretty. For once, Katniss wasn't the person that Haymitch was angry with. After his talked with Johanna, Haymitch was irritated all over again, and he couldn't find it in himself to let things go and possibly just ask Gale what his problem was. If there was one thing that Haymitch hated, it was being blamed for things that weren't his fault. If the plan was go to belly up in the arena, it wouldn't be because of him, and Gale needed to understand that. Unfortunately, Haymitch couldn't think of a way to get his point across without decking the younger man in the face. Training continued on this way for him, where Haymitch would think to stop and say something to his fellow tribute, and then decide against it. Regardless, he got in some more good target practice, and even made a few attempts at the obstacle course. If he could show his younger competitors that he wasn't old, feeble and down for the count, it would make 12 look like even more of a threat. Most careers liked to save the real threats for last anyway, something about the thrill of the hunt. That night, Haymitch was one of the last tributes to leave the training floor. Katniss, Prim and Gale had already gone back upstairs, and Haymitch caught an elevator by himself. He was thankful for the solitude, needing a moment alone to clear his head before he entered the suite. Vaguely, he recalled Effie putting together a birthday party for Peeta, and of course, he thought that it was incredibly out of place and inappropriate. The last thing a new mentor needed was to have his head clouded with booze and good times when his real job was just about to be starting. You're late. That was the first thing that Haymitch heard when he stepped off of the lift, and he sighed at the grating sound of Effie's voice. “Do you want me to live or sing happy birthday?” he asked rhetorically, already on his way to his room. “Can't have it both ways.” Although, he did give Peeta a pat on the shoulder as he passed, as if to show him that he didn't think he was completely pointless. All Haymitch really wanted to do that night was relax. His muscles were sore, and he was tired from a long day, but he owed it to Peeta to remain on and try to have a good time. It was nights like this where he craved a drink, just one to settle his mind, to make everything less sharp and easier to deal with. He supposed, bitterly, after stepping out fresh and clean from a shower, that he would have to settle for sparkling juice. It was not something that the former Victor was looking forward to. Regardless, he dressed himself and headed back out into the living space to join the others. The dining table was covered in all sorts of treats from high-piled mounds of sugar to savory appetizers and everything was meticulously arranged. It was nice to know that Effie still found a way to be useful after all of her escorting was finished. Pouring himself a glass of water, Haymitch plucked a slice of green fruit from a dish and popped it into his mouth. “Can I talk to you?” Haymitch asked, noticing that Katniss had come to fetch a drink for either herself or someone else. Over in the living room, Peeta looked relaxed, if not a little bored. “Happy birthday, Peeta,” Prim smiled, finally joining the party. The blonde felt bad that she didn't have a gift for him. If they had been at home, she would have made him something, probably edible that he would have enjoyed. For now, all she had was well wishes. Taking a seat on the couch next to Gale, Prim smiled a hello at him. She was wearing a black tank top and skinny pants of the same color, her hair was down and around her shoulders, still a bit damp from her shower. “I saw you with Finnick today,” Prim mentioned. She hadn't gotten much of a chance to see Gale that afternoon, but she suspected that it would change now that they had a chance to breathe. “You two make a good team.”

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Haha, wrestling is gross. It has no place in this thread. And it's fine! Get to what you can. I have other things to do anyway, so I'm not sitting here bored. BUT I got my boot off :3 and then I went and got my hair cut and my eyebrows done. And now I'm making dinner.

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The last thing that Prim wanted to do was personally win the Hunger Games. She didn't hold anything against Katniss for what had happened in the arena, but the blonde girl didn't think she would be able to handle the feelings that came with taking the life of someone else—even if she had been forced to. Prim wasn't naive enough to think that her hands would remain clean when the time came, and with the promise of Peeta's plan actually working, Prim would defend herself and the people she cared about most. It was going to change her; it would change everyone and everything and Prim knew that life wasn't ever going to be the same if she lived through the upcoming bloodbath. These last few quiet moments with Katniss were special to her because Prim knew they would be the last happy memories she had with her sister for quite a long time. “You can help me pick the berries,” Prim smiled, speaking of the pies. District 12 may not have had much, but it was a truly beautiful place to be when the seasons changed. Prim hoped that she would bake pies again, that she could cook with an easy mind, that she would live to even see her home once more. Mortality was a very difficult thing to think about, and Prim did her best to put her mind on happier things and enjoy her lunch with Katniss. The rest of their break was spent talking about the other tributes, their skills, how each one may fair when the Games got underway—so much for trying to focus on anything else. Regardless, Prim was happy to head back down to training with Katniss, and extend the time she got to spend with the older girl. On top of the sentimental value, Prim was going to learn something new and the lesson Katniss taught her made the blonde girl wish that she had let Katniss show her things years ago. For very obvious reasons, Prim hadn't thought that knowing how to set or disguise a trap was an essential life skill. After about a half hour of practicing at the station, Prim had successfully made her first trap. It wasn't very good, and it didn't look all that functional, but the point was that she had tried. “So, they just step here and...,” she said and tossed a small rock toward the trigger. The mechanism snapped quickly upward and a vine that should have tightened around an ankle or a haunch hung rather limply in the air between Prim and Katniss. “I think anyone could get out of that,” the blonde observed. “Tighter next time,” interjected the woman who was running the station. “Tighter, and you'll have an easy kill.” Prim frowned and looked away, her eyes settling back on Katniss. “Show me something else,” she asked of the dark-haired girl as she pushed down her discomfort. From the corner of her eye, she could see Gale and Finnick working with one of the simulators and Haymitch wasn't far off, doing much of the same thing. The older man seemed angry and a little tense. Prim crouched down with Katniss to learn the latest trap, but her curiosity got the better of her. “What's up with Haymitch?” Across the training floor, Haymitch was working out his anger for Gale on dozens of simulated enemies. The former Victor was happy to throw his ax through their heads and pretend that Gale was on the receiving end of his attack. It was almost impossible for him to understand that the younger man had only been trying to help and that perhaps his constant checking and re-checking was only due to his own worries. Haymitch knew that he was fine, that when they got into the arena, he would be able to perform and he doubted that his presence would be a distraction for Katniss. His biggest concern had been Prim, but she had started to prove herself, and Haymitch didn't think that Katniss would ever drop everything she was doing to come to his defense should he get into a tight space during the Games. At least, he hoped that she wouldn't. The simulation ended and Haymitch had managed to easily hit every target that had come his way. He was proud of himself, and stepped down from the platform feeling much better. With less tension in his muscles, Haymitch made his way over to grab himself a cup of water. On his way, he saw Katniss and Prim at one of the trapping stations, and he smiled to himself. Johanna had fallen into step beside him when he was halfway to the cooler, and he gave the woman an acknowledging glance. “You have to stop being so hard on him,” the dark-haired woman said, arms crossed as she leaned against the wall behind the cooler. “He's only trying to keep his friends safe.” Although Johanna failed to specify exactly who she was talking about, the older man already knew. Haymitch grunted, unmoved by her speech. “If you're trying to get in his pants, this isn't the way to impress him.” The blond man tossed back the rest of the cold water in his cup and then went to refill it. “If he wanted to keep anyone safe, he should have stayed the hell home.”

Beyond a Fire's Embers

In the spirit of approaching Valentine's Day, and because I couldn't find any horrifying pictures of seafood, or anything clever related to Nicki Minaj...I figured we could start our "poor Peeta" drinking game all over again with:

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I don't feel like you're excited as you were before when we planned everything and reached all those milestone points. Maybe it's just me, idk. I know you're busy with school and it absolutely should come first. I never asked you to set your paper aside for the RP, and I never would ask you because that's ridiculous. I just don't like it when people say one thing and then do the opposite. That's all.

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I'm a little upset that you said you'd post last night and then didn't. I didn't see your edit, but hey, you could have tried to get my attention or something, but you didn't. I'm just getting the feeling that you don't want to continue and if that's the case, then fine. Just say so rather than giving your time and energy to everything else and leaving me waiting. Like, I know you've been busy with school and everything that happened with that and I really do understand not having the time that you used to. The length of time isn't what upsets me.

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it's fine.

Beyond a Fire's Embers

didn't see your edit until just now. do whatever you want with the post.