After the Rebellion

Part 5

"I had a bad dream."
"I can tell." Peeta says with a polite and respectful smile on his face. At least, I think it is. "Want to talk about it?"
"No. I am fine. Kind of used to it now you know."
"Well I am always down the hall if you need me." Peeta is such a gentleman. I love him so much.
"I wish we could stay closer. I don't know. I think I feel safe when I am in your arms. It is like... I don't know... Like protection from all evil. I'm sorry. I am being super girly." I can feel my face becoming red.
"It's okay. I think it's cute, actually."
He is giving me the warmest smile, if only I could have one like his.
"Okay I am going to get ready for that meeting."
"Crafty list you have here."
"Ya... I know that you did not support this decision..."
"It's fine Katniss. I think your ideas are appropriate."
He walks out of the room with a sarcastic smile and with his own unique kind of swagger. His butt is so cute. Dammit Peeta.
I throw on whatever I can find first, which is what I wore yesterday. Then I head out of my room. Effie is there.
"Oh I was just going to get you up! My, my. What are you wearing Katniss? Okay after you eat breakfast, I am going to have Octavia lay out some wearable clothes for you on your bed. Consider this look temporary." I don't see anything wrong with my outfit. There is a food stain on the front but it is at only an inch in diameter. "The meeting will be in the office..." She gives me the directions to this place when I examine her far-fetched, in my opinion, outfit. Obviously she thinks it is "flawless."
"Effie! Put some green in her outfit!" Peeta yelled. I turn to see him wink at me and then he disappears into a room.
"You have the best man Katniss. See you at the meeting. Ta ta!"

Done with breakfast. I think I have eaten too much, but who cares. I just won't be hungry for a while now.
I enter my room and see this casual and cute, I must say, top with some simple pants and a mockingjay pin and some combat boot that are forest green. Octavia really knows me. Thank the lord that Effie didn't take this task into her own hands because I would be walking out of here with a frilly green with yellow polka dots dress and heels that are impossible to walk in.

I enter the meeting room Effie directed me to and I sit down at the sit between Peeta and Haymitch.
"Great everyone's here." He isn't drunk. WHAT A MIRACLE!! "Okay the games. Should this be a regular games or should it be treated as if it is a quarter quell?"
A man I don't recognize says, "Quarter Quell like. That way it will be special because it is the final Hunger Games."
"Okay anyone else? If not, I am going To make this official." Silence.
"Okay! Now I am going to hand it over to Plutarch because he knows more about this kind of stuff than any of us."
Plutarch takes Haymitchs position and starts talking. I just listen and I for get about the list. I am clutching it in my hand when the next thing I know is that Haymitch grabs it from me and hands it to plutarch. He is reading it and then says, "Not bad. I actually like it."
He smiles and I return it.

We have finished the planning. The artists are sketching the arena right now. This planning seems intense. They did this every year. Disgusting.
I am surprised that most of my ideas have made it into the actually arena. This meeting lasted forever, it feels.
The games will be in a replica of the post-war capital towns. My idea. There will be twenty-four kids, twelve girls and twelve boys, reaped in a week. There will be few animals because they are trying to be "realistic" and animals in a ruined and dry city is not realistic. There will be one source of water and that is in the direct middle of the arena. No bows and arrows. Only knives. No sponsors or pre-game interviews. There will be training days, but they will be put through hard-core running and strengthening. I wouldn't consider it training. I would consider it as torture. No mentors.
Extremely strict rules, but I like it. I like to see the capital people turn on each other. I don't like watching kids die, but I have already put it through my mind that it's for Prim. All for Prim.