ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ
ˢⁿᵒʷ ʷʰⁱᵗᵉKATNISS wasn't sure about Haymitchs plan, she didn't want allies, she won her games by playing it mostly alone. Before running into Rue and later on Peeta where she played the game on the star-crossed lovers. It got them both out alive, she was pretty positive that she wouldn't have made it out if she teamed up with anyone else. They would've turned on her as soon as things became difficult. Her high score wouldn't have been much help.
It already didn't help much even with her being alone.
She gave the idea a chance though, sitting on the couch next to Peeta as their mentor stood in front of a TV screen, videos of the reaping playing behind him as he let them know everything they needed to know about the tributes. Most were significantly older, bigger, and probably stronger then the two of them. Most of them had taken their title as victor and ran with it.
The female tribute from district two, Enobaria, being a big example of that with her teeth filed into fangs.
The screen changed again, a young man center screen with a smile resting on his lips as he waved to the crowd in front of him in his district. His blond hair was combed back and his blue eyes were bright and shining, Katniss recognized his face right away. "Finnick Odair, right?"
"Yes." Haymitch confirmed. "He won his Games at 14. Youngest ever. Extremely humble."
Katniss raised a brow. "You're kidding?"
"Yes, I'm kidding." The man paced back and forth in front of the screen. "He's a peacock. A total preener. But he's The Capitol darling. They love him here. Charming, smart," He dragged on for a moment, making a face that told the two kids in front of him that this man on the screen was big trouble for them. "And very skilled at combat. Especially in water."
Peeta leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees, interlocking his fingers. His eyebrows were forrowed, the boy was deep in thought. "What about weaknesses?"
The screen moved over to the right, where the female tribute for district four stood on the stage, next to their escort. She was doing the opposite of Finnick, she stared, blank face into the crowd her eyes running across the people before her before she looked over at her partner. Even on camera you could see the look of panic flash across her face before she squeezed her eyes shut. Probably zoning out the world. She seemed to be the only one with a normal reaction, everyone else seemed happy to be sent back into the game. She seemed traumatized by the idea, just like Katniss was.
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