#firexrebellion

[littlemxckingjay]

firexrebellion wanted to meet the tribute.

     Her stomach grumbles as she stare at the grosling      slowly roasting over red-orange flames, a delectable      aroma in the air. Too bad there's still the underlying      stink of death, but for now, Rue is content with      watching the bird cook --though she'll be even more      content to eat it.

[scaredisms-blog]

firexrebellion

"Why do I have to be in here? I am fine. I want Finnick."

[mxckinglark]

hijacked

The doctors and medics and psychologists had left, but Peeta didn't feel any more alone with the room vacated. Maybe it was the static in his brain, an off frequency radio with so much  n o i s e  in the background but everything was out of focus. Just out of reach. 

How do you feel?

Lost, angry, upset, fuzzy.

We'll give you something for the pain.

But there wasn't so much pain, not until he had seen her... that thing. The thing that had replaced Katniss with the yellow eyes and the hidden teeth and claws. He had wanted to shout and ask how they hadn't been able to see it? She was hiding in plain sight... but his voice had gone hoarse and he'd lost it-- his voice and the will-- to argue. 

Still, he struggled against the restraints days later, thrashing on the bed. Wrists were long since raw, bruised and marked where he'd tugged and pulled but he wanted out as soon as the drugs had worn off. They might come soon... the doctors, the ones who spoke with him. 

Heart pounding in his chest, he sighed and fell back on the bed staring up at the white ceiling. There had been so many white ceilings. He would kill to see the sky. To see home. To have a choice about where he was and where he could go. 

[pxllux-blog]

firexrebellion

   Pollux had ran quite a lot of stairs ( be assured; even as     a travelling cameraman this were A LOT of stairs ) - and     finally having arrived at the place the alarm bells urged     him to be, the man could do nothing but wait.

                              District thirteen to be attacked.                          As if the dragon had been awakened.

                              Nervously and sweaty-handed, Pollux could hardly                               be calmed if Katniss did not appear within the time                               there was left. The symbol. Their hope. Pollux's hope.                               All bound within whether Katniss saved both her sister                               and that cat of theirs.             Please, Katniss.