Hour 4
Glimmer let her fingers run across the chilling metal of the shotgun. Her smile was wide as she lifted the gun and posed in the mirror. She fluffed her hair.
"Fabulous." She murmured to her reflection. "Absolutely fabulous." She pointed the firearm at her reflection puckering her lips as if she was taking a picture. Then she put the gun to her head and acted like she was shooting herself. She laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed as she experimented with different ways to hold it, different faces to make. Then, finally, she stopped staring at herself and noticed Cato was watching with the most utmost curiosity. "What?" she asked. "Just having a little fun." She pranced over to the couch and looked at all the guns lined up on the table.
"Look at this tiny one." She giggled, flipping it over and aiming at the TV. "It's so small, oh my god."
"The bullet can rip through you're organs in seconds though." Cato murmured, pushing her golden hair out of her face. Glimmer's eyes flickered with joyfulness. Then they narrowed at Cato.
"Don't touch me like that." She snipped.
"Touch you like what?" He asked. "This?" He stroked her cheek again and she felt the feeling again, the feeling of the static when your foot fell asleep.
"Don't touch me like you give a damn." She murmured. Then she scooted all the way over to the other side of the couch. Cato was just about to say something else when the thud of Clove's boots interrupted him.
"Just got the call." She informed them, not looking at Glimmer. "The masks are ready. And Enobria just made our clothes." Clove grinned. "You guys ready?" She asked. They both nodded, Cato clearing his throat and Glimmer twirling her hair. Clove could sense something just wasn't right. But after she slipped her hands into Cato's she really could care less. Glimmer followed closely behind dragging her heels.
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Katniss Everdeen's eyebrows rose. She narrowed her eyes at the guy in front of her. Typical Pretty boy type, the kind of douchebags her roommate Johanna brought home.
"Uh, hi?" She mumbled. She slipped him the envelope, scowl firmly in place. "I'm here to cash my paycheck."
"Okay, it'll take a minute, my manager Johanna is still working in the safe, we should have the-"
Katniss brought her hand up and he stopped talking. "Wait Johanna Mason?" Peeta nodded. "Shut up!" she exclaims. Her scowls turns into a smile. "Johanna Banana, guess who?" Katniss yells in front of the glass. Johanna's head poked out of the safe and her smile slowly grew.
"Kat!" she runs up to the glass nearly knocking Peeta over. "You came."
"I didn't even know that this was where you worked, to be honest, how's the new manager position, you never told me about it!"
"That's because you work all day and night!"
"I'm off today, want to grab lunch?" Katniss silver eyes gleamed.
"Yeah, yeah, sure my lunch break doesn't start until 3 though. I know, sort of late for lunch but I'm getting better pay now so it's worth it, plus I get a more break time. Thirty minutes each!" Johanna squealed excitedly. While Katniss and Johanna chatter, Peeta eyes flicker back and forth from her and Johanna.
"Johanna Mason!" Effie's shrill voice cut into their ears. "What is the meaning of this?" Johanna straightened up and her grin disappeared. "This isn't a time to chit-chat, today we are very busy, stop lollygagging and get back to work!" Effie's lilac contacts pierced into Johanna's big brown eyes. Johanna gulped and nodded her head fervently.
"Yes, ma'am." Her voice shook and she went back to her station. Effie sent a glare Katniss's way before mumbling something about distracting her workers and she sashayed away.
"So, what did you need again?" His words were smooth, his smile was charming and his sapphire eyes sparkled with mirth. Katniss responded with a cool scowl.
"I needed to cash my check." She replied coolly.
"Right." He grinned lazily at her, his eyes glued on her stormy gray ones. She couldn't fight the warm, fuzzy feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach. She slid him the check again a for a moment their fingers touched, making the warm, fuzzy feeling grow. "I'll, um, I'll have that up for you in a minute. You should sit and relax." The words came out slow and he gestured to the seats. "Three PM, isn't coming anytime soon." Then he sauntered to the back. Her eyes drifted to the clock, it was only twelve. She sighed. She would really be in here for a while. She huffed.
"Johanna Mason, you owe me big time." She murmured.
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Glimmer felt the sudden gush of wind as she stuck her head out the window. She squealed, she shouted, she screamed at the tops of her lungs. Her hands flew up above her head and she savored the cold feeling it gave her warming cheeks.
"Mutt." Clove muttered. Glimmer didn't hear her. Cato chuckled. "She acts like a dog, she looks like a dog, so she must be a dog. Why are you even fucking with her, she's dumb like a dog too." Clove bit. Cato smiled again.
"She has a big heart." He murmured. "And she's fun to hang around." Clove scoffed.
"You sound like you're in love." She teased; jealously laced the syllables, but she hid it well. "When are we going to be there? Brutus told us it would only be an hour on the way there." She groaned. Cato laughed out loud.
"Never. She's nice, but she's not the type of girl I'd fall in love with Clove." Clove turned her head to hide her smile. "And Brutus has no sense of direction."
"I see that." Clove murmured. Then she laid her head down on the bolstered seats. She barely closed her eyes before she heard the tires squeal at a halt in front of Brutus's house.
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