k a t n i s s + r u e ✖[TOMORROW WILL BE KINDER]

when i walk on Von girls be looking like, he gonna die. i need to be fed luckily my job is to make the bread. this is how i roll pants on feuer outta control. i'm that fool with the strong arsch arms, when the cameras go up i turn on my charms. girl look at that body. (3 times)
i bake bread! girl look at that body (3 times) i bake bread! when i walk outside this is what i see, Katniss Everdeen is looking at me, i got a loaf in my hand and i ain't afraid to throw it, ( 4 times) i'm peeta and i know it! ( 4 times) when im at the games im painted like a rock trying to survive the days. when im in a...

Rue spun the bottle and returned to her sitz quickly.

And it landed on…

Haymitch.

Everyone looked between him and Rue.

Haymitch hiccupped.

"Ahh… Truth oder dare?" Rue asked, not certain on what she'll ask him to do oder say.

Haymitch hiccupped again, still very much drunk. "I like cactuses. They look funny."

Silence.

"Okay," Rue said, confused. "Ahh, this wasn't my Frage though."

"Did Du ever try to hug a cactus?"

Beetee nodded his head importantly. "It's not a nice feeling."

"No. No, it is not," Haymitch agreed solemnly.

Rue scratched her head. "Ahh, Haymitch, sir, can you, please, just… pick truth...

Xi Omega, Arthur Connell, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark looked over the whole Alpha Shade Army the smell of rotten corpses filled the air, Xi looked down at the wolf Ninja, they had only meet twice before both times in Jasper National Park with Humphrey, Kate, Lilly, Garth, Fire, Water and the Doctor, Xi never found out who the wolf Ninja was, now was his chance “Hello wolf Ninja” he sagte “Long time no see, still no idea on your identity, still guesting” he sagte “Well Du will have to keep guesting, Alpha Shades, kill them” sagte the wolf Ninja and in a Sekunde of hearing that...

I spend the rest of the reaping Tag locked in my room, huddled in a ball, trying not to think of Peeta and the painful, dreadful days to come. My mother never tries to talk to me oder intrude on me; she must know how I feel, because she loves Peeta too.
When it's suppertime, all she does is crack my door open and slip the plate of Essen onto my bedside tabelle and run back out. I don't eat much of the fisch oder green beans, just pick microscopic pieces of the Essen off and play with it, bored.
When the lights go out and noises cease, I whimper softly into my pillow. Could it really have been this afternoon...