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An Unlikely Story: Cato and Katniss

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Yew pressed his lips together again and shrugged before picking up one of the ropes. “I don’t know if showing off is the best way to scare him off… He ain’t gonna scare.” He tugged at the knot and looked at it. He was actually pretty good at them. Katniss hadn’t even really gotten halfway through hers.

"Just… try to keep him off us, alright…" He bit his lip and looked up at her. "I don’t want to die first…"

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"Don't run to the cornicopia and you don't die first." She said in slight agitation. She was frustrated about how everything was turning out. Sighing, she finished up her knot and set it down. "Don't worry. I'll keep your ass safe." She said with a thin lipped smile. Pulling away, she turned turned and walked the room, finding another station to work on her own. That's what she needed to do, just distance herself from the other tributes and keep her head down. Not that it really mattered at this point.

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The boy looked back at her and pursed his lips before looking away. He had already been worried. All of them had been. But now Katniss had either made that a lot worse or marginally better. “Haymitch said to keep our heads down,” he muttered as she came closer. “Did you not hear or did you just choose to ignore him?”

He looked up as some of the careers started to wander off, shivering as Cato stayed for a beat longer to look at both of them. Great… He shouldn’t have stayed to talk. Now he was associated with her. When Cato finally turned to follow the other careers, Yew turned to walk with Katniss back over to one of the more low key stations.

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"I heard him." Katniss muttered under her breath. "I didn't do that just because I felt like showing off, fuck." She glanced over her shoulder at Cato who's back was finally turned to her. "He keeps staring at me. Yesterday, today. He came over and fucking dragged a sword across my arm, Yew." Her arms folded over her chest as they slowly came to a stop at one of the stations. Her eyes flicked across the material provided for them -- knots. 

"I had to do something. If I hadn't... he'd have just kept thinking he could walk over me, or intimidate me." Grabbing a small length of rope, she looked up at one of the diagrams they'd provided and started to try and mimic it. 

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The reaction was almost instantaneous. Not many people had been watching her. Not many at all — actually, only Cato had been watching, and by extension the rest of district 2 to see what the big deal was. When she grabbed the bow and started up the program, however, a few people turned heads.

No one moved at first, but by the time she had warmed up and set the program to hard a small crowd had gathered. It consisted of mostly careers — the four tributes from district two as well as three of the tributes from one and a couple from district four. A few of the other tributes had paused to watch on their way to other stations, but hadn’t stayed for very long.

In the end, when the program ended, it was only the careers and the three remaining tributes from twelve left standing. The careers had mixed expressions on their face, ranging from angry to smug. Katniss’s fellows from district 12 just looked grim.

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But Cato was the ringleader. Which meant when push came to shove and they were in the arena together, they'd come for her. There was no doubt about it. At least now she'd made a showing, she wasn't something to just chase after like most of the tributes from the outer districts. 

As the simulation ended, she turned to the door only to pause, realizing how much of a crowd she had drawn. Fuck, she thought to herself. Lips pressing thin, she kept a neutral expression and opened the Plexiglas door and slid out, brushing past the other tributes. Her eyes swept the crowd before finding one of the boys that had been called with her. She didn't know any of them, but he at least seemed nice enough.

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An Unlikely Story: Cato and Katniss

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Cato sneered down at her as she turned her back on him. He didn’t like that. Not at all. Suddenly an image of one of last night’s fantasies came to him and he fought to suppress a groan. Scoffing again, he looked down at her and kicked up some dirt, some of it going in her face and most smothering her small chance at a fire. “Watch your back, 12,” he muttered with a grin before chuckling and walking off.

Oh how he wanted to just grab her and take her right then, but it wasn’t the right time. He couldn’t risk them doing something to hurt his chances in the games. Wait… In the games. His lips curled up in a smile. Yes. That’s when he would have her. He would wait and catch her off guard in the games. Then he would take what he wanted from her before he killed her.

Plan in mind, he glanced around before walking over to the target practice station to practice with the knives. He wasn’t as adept with them as Clove, preferring to stick with the hacking and slashing of a sword, but he was still lethal.

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This was what Haymitch had warned her about. She was a piece of meat for the careers and particularly two to come after and kill.That was why she was laying low, to minimize that target, her threat but apparently it was too late on that. Brushing her hands on her thighs, she rose slowly and gave the attendant a tight smile. The man seemed worried, but said nothing to her though he did give a nod of acknowledgement. 

Turning on her heel, she glanced around the advanced facilities. If she was going to be a target, she may as well paint as big of one as she could. Maybe it would scare some of them, keep them off her back until the end. Mind made up, she headed for the archery station. She peered at the holographic options and set it to medium for a warm up. Heading inside, she easily took down the five figures that tried to take her down once she'd gotten a handle on the bow. Coming back out, she changed the setting to hard. She poured all of her anger and fear toward the situation out on the holographic targets.

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An Unlikely Story: Cato and Katniss

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That night, Cato got almost no sleep. All night he was tossing and turning, unable to get the image of Katniss from his mind. In one dream he tore off her ridiculous fire costume before pushing her up against the wall of the chariot room and fucking her mercilessly in front of everyone. In another she was already naked, tied up in his bed and ready for him to fuck her again. Over and over again he dreamt of her, each time fucking her in different ways, always against her will.

When he finally woke up and stayed awake at daybreak the following morning, he was drenched in sweat and more than a little irritable. After a very long hot shower he came out of his room and growled a greeting to the mentors and escort before taking a seat and heaping food onto his plate. 

As soon as he and the other tributes were done eating, they went downstairs. Training didn’t start officially for another couple hours, but Cato wanted to see if they could bully the officials into letting them into the training area early. As it was, it didn’t actually take much bullying. As long as there was someone in there to watch them, they were allowed to do whatever they wanted. 

Clove followed Cato around the weapons stations for a while before he finally turned and told her in no uncertain terms to fuck the hell off. He knew that she had some kind of fascination with him. It was a stupid crush. She had had it ever since they had been in academy together. Frankly, if he hadn’t shown any interest in fucking her thus far, she really should have gotten the clue and shunted off by now. At least that’s what he thought. 

When the time finally came for the other tributes to come down, Cato stopped what he was doing at his station, smirking and resting his sword against his shoulder as he watched them all come in. When the tributes from 12 arrived, his eyes found Katniss again, watching her as she walked over to the fire making station and tilting his head to the side slightly.

After a moment, he let his sword arm swing down to his side and he swaggered over to Katniss. Glancing up at the station master, he smirked before grazing the tip of his sword against Katniss’s shoulder. The aesthetic of it sent a shiver of excitement up his spine, but his fun was cut short by the station master coming to take the sword from him. He let go easily, watching them walk off before looking down at Katniss again. “What’cha doing, twelve?” 

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Adept at all sorts of survival skills, there wasn't much the training center had to offer Katniss besides the security blanket of keeping her head down. If she stuck to the outskirts of the room, making fires, building snares, identifying plants she wasn't likely to draw attention to herself. At least that had been her thought when she crouched down in front of one of the stalls. It was an instructional on how to build a fire, which was a rather silly idea. Any fire they were going to be able to make in the arena was going to have copious amounts of smoke which meant drawing attention to yourself. The only good time would be at dusk and even that was risky. She supposed that was her advantage then. Growing up in 12 they regularly didn't have food or electricity for heat. She could deal with starving and freezing. 

A strange shadow came over her and she looked up, just in time to see the flash of Cato's blade as he moved it to press against her skin. She shivered but didn't move, not giving the creep the satisfaction. The way he looked at her scared her, setting her entire body on edge but she knew that if she backed down she'd just be an even bigger target than she apparently already was. 

"What's it to you, two?" Katniss asked, going for disinterested. Turning back to her task, she grabbed another stick and began the process of lighting a fire. Her hands moved up and down the stick, turning it intently until the pile of tinder started to smoke and tiny flames flickered up. Her lips curved up in a faint smile even though it was nothing to be truly proud of.

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An Unlikely Story: Cato and Katniss

Cato’s eyes bored into the back of her head. If he looked closely enough he could still see the tendrils of smoke coming off her shoulders from the fake flames that had erupted across her outfit. Brutus had told him not to worry about her. She was from 12. Who cared that she was a volunteer. But then she had gone and upstaged everyone like that. Her and her district of coal-mining bastards.It made him grind his teeth.

Everyone knew that District 12 was supposed to dress up as coal miners. It was what they did every year. Who the fuck had had the idea- no, the audacity to put them in costumes that actually looked good? What was the point? They were just going to die like every other tribute. His lips curled up in a smirk as he caught her mentor’s eye. Haymitch was his name. He was an old washed up drunk. Zero threat. He sneered at both of them before Brutus finally realized what was going on and jerked him away to focus on what they were talking about. 

I want her. The thought flitted through his head in an instant and made him swivel around again to watch as she climbed into the elevator. He smirked and nodded to himself as his eyes raked down her body. Yes… she would die. But not before he had gotten what he wanted from her. As the elevator doors closed, he turned back to his district party members and shifted his shoulders. “I’m hungry,” he complained loudly. “As long as we’re just sitting here and talking can we at least go and eat?” he demanded.

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Tiny hairs on the back of her neck rose and discomfort ate at Katniss. Her fingers plucked at the strange fabric of her body suit and she glanced over her shoulder again to find Cato still staring at her. There was something dark and primal about that look that sent a surge of fear in the pit of her belly. Distractedly, she shuffled forward into the elevator. Haymitch must have noticed because he stared at her from the corners of his eyes as she pressed as far back into the corner as she could. There were three other tributes this year for the quarter quell which made the space tight but Katniss managed to wedge herself there anyways. She wasn't weak by any stretch of the imagination but this had her spooked. 

The next morning saw Katniss bright and early. She had turned in early after the tribute parade, skipping dinner much to Effie's frustration. Thankfully, by breakfast she was over whatever little tiff she had worked herself into. Katniss ate until she couldn't anymore and then the four tributes were off, heading downstairs to the training center for the day.

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The Odds are Never in Our Favor [Haymitch/Katniss]

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Haymitch rolled his eyes and sipped his drink before deigning to respond. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s not as bad as you think it is, I promise. There was no way I couldn’t mention you in that interview without you looking like a flower girl. I’ve done you a favor and made you look impulsive. Now everyone thinks you’re going to go for the Cornucopia.” He cut his eyes to her. “And you aren’t. Right?” He held her gaze for a beat before breaking away and standing up. “Now when you run away from all the fighting, they’ll think twice about whatever misconceptions they got about you from my interview.” He took another sip and headed over to the table to grab a pastry.

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Maybe. But Katniss didn't say that. She knew Haymitch would ream her for even thinking about going to the cornucopia. "Whatever." she muttered. Grumbling under her breath, she headed back to her room to shower and change. Katniss was tired. It wasn't like she'd done any back breaking work in training but the whole affair weighed on her shoulders heavily. As soon as she was finished with her shower, she crawled into bed and laid down. Dinner could go fuck itself. If she got really hungry later it wasn't like she could request something from an Avox. The thought made her shiver but it didn't stop her from curling up anyways and drifting off to sleep.

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The Odds are Never in Our Favor [Haymitch/Katniss]

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Rory nodded slowly and walked over to the fire making station, trying to find a good strong stick for their purposes. “I believe you, Katniss. When you make promises you keep them. Always.” He smiled faintly and leaned down to pick one of the sticks up. It wasn’t perfect, but it would work.

As they made their second trip around the room, more tributes started to file out from the cafeteria, taking up places at the other work stations. 

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The day passed quickly after that. Prim found a friend in Rue and the two little girls worked their way through a few stations together and Briar seemed to hit it off in the fire making station. Rory and Katniss eventually managed to fashion a sling shot for him and get some target practice in but before they knew it, the tributes were free to go.

They all shuffled their way toward the elevators, waiting for the people in front of them to pile in so they could go. District 12 was near the front so when the doors opened for a second time, Katniss started to move forward, only to be shoulder checked from behind hard. Eyes narrowing she turned to look at Cato and the other careers as they pushed past her and into the elevator. 

"Watch your back 12." Cato sneered at her.

Glowering, her hands balled into fists as she watched them smirk at her from the elevator, the doors slowly sliding shut. "Don't worry about him." Prim's voice cut through the haze of anger, forcing Katniss to turn her head and look at the girl. 

She relaxed just a sliver, and the corners of her lips twitched up. "That's right. He ain't nothin'." The elevator was quick, though, and as a silence started to descend on the group, the doors opened once more. This time they managed to get in and press the button for their floor. 

The ride up was slow and made Katniss's stomach flip, butterflies filling the pit. It was such a strange sensation and it embarrassed her how much she liked it. But she had bigger things to concern herself with and as the doors opened to feed them out into the penthouse, Katniss pushed down the small moment of joy. 

"What the fuck was that, Haymitch?" Katniss called as they filed out into the large dining area. Haymitch was in the sitting room, on the large couch that took up most of the room. "Aren't you supposed to be helping us? Everyone saw your damn interview. So much for that target."

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The Odds are Never in Our Favor [Haymitch/Katniss]

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Dropping the bit of wire he had picked up he smiled and nodded. “Alright.” He followed after her and pushed his hands in his pockets as he walked. “I miss Gale…” he mumbled after a moment, almost as if he was hesitant to say it. “And Vick… and Posy…” He pressed his lips together and looked up at her.

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Katniss wandered around the room, looking for some sort of material that they could use to fashion a sling shot. It wasn't exactly a weapon of choice so they didn't have any already made. That was okay, if he proved he was good at it, maybe they'd give him one, not that he'd ever get his hands on it during the games.

Looking back to Rory, she slowed. "Me too." she murmured. "There's only one victor.. but... one of us is going to make it back, you hear me? You or Prim. I'm gonna make absolutely certain of that. I can promise it." She looked back up and pressed her lips thin. 

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The Odds are Never in Our Favor [Haymitch/Katniss]

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Rory scratched his head and grabbed the rest of the roll off his tray before he stood up too. Taking his tray to the counter, he set it down and followed Katniss out. Jogging a little, he caught up with her and looked up at her. “Well he didn’t really say that you were a threat… just that you almost stabbed him on the train… that’s not the same thing. Really he just painted you as a loose cannon… not a fighter…”

He bit his lip and turned to look at the weapons racks. “You could still turn this around…” He shrugged. “You’re smart. My brother always says so, and I think so too. You’re clever enough to figure out a way to shift attention off of you.” He smiled and stopped as they passed the fish hook station. “Wanna stay here for a while or are you going to check something else out?”

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Katniss looked down at Rory as the young boy caught up to her. Giving him a faint smile, she looked back up and rolled her shoulders back. "Yeah, but loose canon isn't much better. Maybe even worse." she sighed softly and reached up to tug at her braid, it was a nervous habit she'd picked up somewhere. 

Nudging him, she glanced around the room before looking to the fishing station they'd come up to. "Flattery will get you everything kid." With that she moved away from that station and glanced over her shoulder. "Come on, lets find something to fashion you a sling shot and do some target practice." Haymitch had said that they shouldn't show all of their strengths but Katniss felt confident that they'd be okay doing this.

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Haymitch smiled and leaned forward as Caesar did. “Thank you for having me.” He gave another wave to the crowd and smiled for the camera for a few more moments before it shut off and the station went to some kind of commercial. Getting to his feet, he shook the host’s hand again before leaving the stage, heading back out to the car that would take him back to the housing quarters.

Prim looked back at Katniss and then around the room as the program shut off. “That… wasn’t that bad, I guess…” she attempted. “I mean… It could have been worse…”

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Any appetite Katniss had left her as the program went to a break. Looking back at Prim she raised a finely groomed eyebrow at her. She'd never truly gotten angry at her sister before but right then she was tempted to be. Not because Prim had said anything egregious but simply because her temper was through the roof and at this point she was liable to take it out on anyone.

"Really?" she hissed. All around the room the other tributes seemed to murmur to themselves, throwing glances at Katniss. The target on her back was about as big as it got. "Everyone is looking at me. God damn, Haymitch." 

Feeling sick, she stood up and grabbed her tray. "I'm going back to the training center." They didn't have to stay there for the full hour, hell, they could stay longer than a full hour if they wanted to, but Katniss no longer wanted to be around all these people. Putting her tray up, she slipped out of the room, glad that no one was outright staring at her, save for the careers.

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The Odds are Never in Our Favor [Haymitch/Katniss]

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"Ah, so I should talk about Katniss?” He smiled as the crowd laughed and he looked out at them. “Dark horse… I suppose you could say that. What I will say is that the first morning on the train she almost stabbed me.” He looked out to the crowd at the intake of breath. “It’s alright folks, I’m fine. And it was just a little misunderstanding, nothing serious. But she definitely has spirit. But we already know that, like I said, it takes a certain person to volunteer for the Games.” He smiled at Caesar.

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Katniss's eyes narrowed at Haymitch. "What the hell is that drunk thinking?" She muttered. "Fucking asshole." Because now everyone was looking at her. So much for keeping a low profile.

Caesar fell back in his chair and brought a hand to his chest. "My word! Well I'll say she certainly does have that... shall I say it? Fire?" He laughed heartily again. "I guess she really is the girl on fire." Leaning forward once more, he clasped Haymitch's arm and looked back to the audience. "Well, that's all the time we have for now. Thank you so much for talking to us today Haymitch."

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Haymitch raised a brow. He hadn’t been expecting a question like this. Not at all. Of course that didn’t mean that he wasn’t prepared to answer. He looked out at the crowd for a moment, he fiddled with the arm of his chair as he gathered his thoughts.

"Well, there are certainly a lot of strong contenders this year, but you already know that, don’t you, Caesar? I watch your show. You’re doing coverage on these kids every day and night, pointing out their strengths and weaknesses." He scratched at his nose and shifted in his chair. "Now if we want to talk specifics… I’d say that of course Districts One and Two have a fair shot this year, as they always do…" He pressed his lips together and nodded as the crowd cheered. "But also District 11, I would say…" He bit his lip.

"Now that isn’t to say that some of these tributes couldn’t come out and surprise us. We all remember the lovely Johanna Mason, don’t we, folks?" He smiled as the crowd cheered. She hadn’t been as popular as Finnick or some of the other victors, but she was certainly among the Capitol’s favored victors. Glancing at the camera, he winked. "Love you, Jo," he said with a smile.

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"Hahha. And we love Johanna too, don't we folks?" Looking to the crowd he smiled and nodded before looking back to Haymitch. "Now Haymitch." Caesar looked back at Haymitch with a sly smile. "I said be objective, not completely gloss over your own district." He laughed. 

"What about Miss Everdeen? She seems like a bit of a dark horse here doesn't she? Very first volunteer from district 12 ever."

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The Odds are Never in Our Favor [Haymitch/Katniss]

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Haymitch chuckled nervously and glanced back at the camera before leaning back. “Well… Volunteering takes a certain kind of person, I suppose.” He wet his lips with his tongue and crossed his leg over his knee, holding onto his ankle. “Strategy?” He chuckled and shook his head. “Caesar, let me tell you something. Strategy was possibly the furthest thing from my mind when I first went into that arena. The only thing on my mind was staying alive.”

He paused for a moment, regaining his bearings. He was getting into dangerous territory here. “As I learned more about the arena and the other tributes I… adjusted my way of thinking. I guess you could call it strategy.” He shrugged noncommittally and kind of left his response there. He was afraid of saying much more, lest he prompt more specifics about how he won, and that was not a friendly topic at all as he had found out.

"I will say this, though." He looked into the camera. "It’s a whole different game when you have that many people in the arena. After twenty-three years of mentoring, I have learned a lot, but I still maintain that view. The more people that are in that arena… the harder it is to survive, simple as that."

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Caesar nodded along sagely as if he understood just what Haymitch meant, like he wasn't a Capitol lackey that didn't know what it meant to fight for your life in any term of the word. He was pampered and plush, but an expert as far as the games went. "More people to take out and more to take you out with them. Yes." He nodded again.

"Now." He leaned forward and reached out, pressing a hand on Haymitch's arm. "What can you tell us about this year's tributes? Be objective!" he said with a laugh. "Don't just tell us pomp up your own. Hahaha!"

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Haymitch chuckled. “Well, Caesar, I know you’re a busy man.” He paused as a small chuckle went through the audience at that. Looking back at the host, his lips twitched up faintly. “The reaping rules? Oh, well would it be wrong to say that they gave me an acute sense of deja vu?” 

"Well certainly not!" Caesar exclaimed, laughing. "After all— Wait, wait wait. No, this is a perfect opportunity for a little blast from the past. Why tell it when we can show it, am I right?" He nodded at the cheering from the audience. "Now I know some of you are too young to remember the Second Quarter Quell, but just for you I have dug up some footage. Why don’t we take a look." He directed everyone’s attention to the screen as it filled with an image of a slightly younger looking President Snow making the announcement for the 50th Games. Briefly he outlined that the tributes would be reaped from a pool of only 12 and 18 year olds and that there would be four tributes from each district. Then the film cut to footage of District 12’s reaping. 

For this part, Haymitch faltered slightly, his mask slipping just a touch as one of the female tributes was called. It was the one that he had infamously comforted in her last moments. Looking away from the screen, he recomposed himself in time for his own name to be called and the audience’s attention to direct back to him. As the music and the video faded, Haymitch smiled and nodded. “Like I said… deja vu, all over again. Quite uncanny, isn’t it?”

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"If only one of you had volunteered." Caesar laughed, the audience laughing along with him as if on cue. After a moment he grew serious and looked back at Haymitch with a pleasant smile. "Would you mind terribly telling us about your games? How was it? Having to go up against 47 other tributes? How did you play your game? Everyone has a strategy, right?" he asked as if it was the most important question in the world. 

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Cato looked up when she dropped the roll and glared at her, watching her all the way until she sat down. As she walked, he rose halfway out of his chair until Julius put a hand on his arm. “Save it for the arena…” he muttered under his breath, tightening his grip when it didn’t look like Cato was listening. “Sit your ass down. You’re going to get in trouble again…” He looked over at one of the overseers. Finally, the boy slowly lowered back to his seat and looked down at his tray, slowly and methodically tearing his new roll into tiny pieces.

Briar smiled faintly at Katniss and pushed his first tray away in favor of the second. He would probably still eat the other food anyways. He hadn’t been as lucky as the other three kids growing up so his adjustment to the Capitol was still one of “inhale everything in sight.”

When the TV flicked on, the three younger tributes looked up at the screen, Rory frowning when Haymitch came out.

The man had kept his promise of staying (relatively) sober. He looked better than any of the District 12 tributes had ever seen him and he was dressed well too. Walking up to Caesar, he shook his hand stiffly and then gave a half wave to the audience before sitting down.

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"Haymitch, it's so good to see you." Caesar gushed as they sat down. He crossed his legs and folded his hands over legs. "It's been so long since we last talked. What do you think of the Quarter Quell reaping rules this year?" He chuckled and sat back.

Katniss frowned faintly at the TV. He had said that he had and interview that morning, but it hadn't even crossed her mind why. He was the last quarter quell winner. No shit they wanted to talk to him -- even if he was an old drunk.

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The careers kept their eyes on Katniss for the first couple hours of the morning’s training, but by mid-morning they had gotten bored and moved on to other targets. All except Cato that was. As the tributes from 12 passed by the career table, Cato stuck out his foot to trip Briar, sending the boy to the floor with his tray. Turning around, he sneered at the boy, his eyes flicking up to Katniss, daring her to take the bait before he tossed a roll at the boy and turned back to the table smugly.

Briar, for his part picked himself up off the floor and brushed himself off, gathering up the fallen food quickly and getting to his feet, more embarrassed and worried about looking like a weakling than he was actually hurt. Ducking his head, he hurried off to a table in the corner with the others, not bothering to go in and replace his tray, much to the amusement of the careers. Honestly, even after having been on the ground this food was still far better than what he had ever gotten in 12, so he wasn’t feeling very picky.

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Katniss was seated at the table they had picked out with Prim -- the two girls having gone first to get their food. Looking up, she raised her brows at Rory as he made his way towards them. Hearing a loud crash her eyes flicked up, right behind him where Briar had fallen. A deep scowl covered her face when she saw just what had happened. Rory was already at the table by then but he turned around with lips parted to stare. 

When Briar sat down, Rory slowly sank to his seat too. He wanted to say something, but the emotions clearly conflicted on his face. He didn't dare wound the kids pride anymore. Katniss wasn't so big. Pushing herself up from the table, she got up slowly and made her way up to the line again. She made eye contact with the attendants, as if daring them to say anything as she fixed up another tray of food. Grabbing an extra roll, she made her way across the room, slowing as she neared the careers. With dark eyes and a carefully neutral face, she picked up the roll, identical to the one Cato had thrown and dropped it right into the middle of the 2nd district tribute's food. "I think you dropped this." she said blandly before moving on back to her seat. Without another word, she set the tray down in front of Briar.

He may not have been part of her little group, but she couldn't turn a blind eye to shit like that.

As if to break the tension in the room, one of the attendants turned on the TV, it was just in time for whatever program was on to break away to Caesar Flickerman's talk show.

"Hahaha! Welcome! Welcome!" Caesar boomed, hands clapping in front of him. "Today we have a special show. We're going to be talking about the Quarter Quell! Before we look at all the sneak peaks the game makers have for us for next week's big event, we look to the past -- the 50th Hunger Games and 2nd Quarter Quell! With us today is Haymitch Abernathy! District 12's only victor and winner of the last Quarter Quell. Please, give him a warm welcome!" He turned to the side stage, waiting for Haymitch to make his appearance.