(ooc: Hi! I’m Katie, the other rp-er of the group. Sorry for any delay I may have caused. I’ll be rp-ing in bold so you can tell the difference. I’m playing Katniss and Haymitch. :D)
“Happy Hunger Games!” Katniss Everdeen despised those words. The words that broke families apart. The words that killed 23 innocent children each year. If she had to hear them one more time, she swears she’ll break. It’s a surprise she hasn’t already. She sat quietly next to her old mentor, Haymitch, playing with the loose strings on her reaping day dress. It was off to the Capitol. Again. But now, she knew there wasn’t a chance at getting back.
Haymitch Abernathy had been taking the stress differently. He thought the reaping was a blessing. Finally, something to do the job he couldn’t. It was the end, luckily enough. The train had stopped, and tributes were pouring out by the pairs. Being District 12, they were the last to be unloaded. All of it brought an unhappy sense of deja vu. They were brought to a room to meet their team. Nothing new, just halfhearted welcomes of people he had dealt with years ago.
A day later, it was time to start up training. Katniss walked with Haymitch to the training gym. It was almost routine to head to archery first. Haymitch trailed behind, staring at the floor. He scanned the room, looking for the ones that’ll be the threats in the Arena. The careers were easy to spot. A tall blonde man, a redhead girl, and a another girl. His eyes narrowed at the third.
“That’s Nova,” An man, the male tribute from District 6, going by his uniform. “Don’t wanna mess with her. She’ll skin ya alive.”
Haymitch glanced at the man. He grunted and walked to the archery station.
Katniss was out of arrows after the first fifteen minutes. By impulse, she turned to the camouflage station. An thread of ice stabbed at her chest when she saw the strange duo instead of her Peeta. She had to at least try to win, for him, for Prim, for Panem. Haymitch startled her when she turned back around. She let out a long breath.
“What’s the plan?” Katniss asked hopelessly, knowing the answer.
He glared at her. Seeing the expression on her face almost made him feel guilty. “Stay alive.”