Hello again! I know its been a little longer than usual so if you hvae been annoyed by the lack of updates I do apologize. Just want to thank you who have Favourited and revieweed. ( No names you know who you are :)) Cause i really appreciate it. It lightens up my day. Just to warn you there's an f-bomb. Hope nobody's offeneded.

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The sad thing was, I didn't even have the decency not to laugh. As so, as the words: I want to start an uprising left her mouth, I had a very hard time not to collapse to the icy ground in a fit of giggles. An uprising? Here, in district twelve? With our tiny and underfed population? Now three, four and eight had a shot since they had a sizably larger population but what Katniss was suggesting was not an uprising. It was group suicide.

"Well, I want a drink." I inform her. "You let me know how that works out for you though." I tell her, earning me one of her infamous scowls.

"Then what's your plan?" She asks, as if this whole time I've been holed up in my dirty old house making my own little rebellion spreadsheet.

"My plan is to make sure everything is just perfect for your wedding." So we can just get it over with I add as an after thought." I called and rescheduled the photo shoot without giving too many details." Well that's a flat out lie, I told Cinna. Let me just say: If he hadn't already been part of this rebellion he would have jumped on board then without a second thought.

"You don't even have a phone." She counters, getting testy. I look over at the boy standing awkwardly to the side of this argument. Hands stuffed into his pockets.

"Effie had that fixed" I say, trying to divert the conversation. "Do you know she asked me of I'd like to give you away? I said the sooner the better." I got the response it thought I might, a trademark Katniss glare.

" Haymitch!" her words a creeping towards whiney-children status.

" Katniss!" I say, mimicking her tone to piss her off. "It won't work." And that's all I have to say on the subject.


Katniss seems to be making it as hard as possible for me to keep her out of trouble. When the Peacekeepers showed up at my door two phrases went through my mind. The first was " What did I do?" the second was a more accurate "What did Ms. Everdeen do now?" instead I settled for a more appropriate "Hello"
Upon my seemingly content greeting I was informed that my troublesome Victor has been AWOL for a good percentage of the day. Shit... If she's run away I thought. She won't need to worry about Snow killing her. I may get to her first.
I had then been invited/told by the Peacekeepers to go and make myself comfortable in the Everdeen's home. When I got there I saw that Peeta had been corralled in there too. That had lessened my fear that she may have run away. Sure she may have left me, but not Peeta. But still, there's some major concern running through my head.
So, many stressful hours later, full of fake friendliness, chess games between me and Peeta and stressed glances afforded when we though the Peacekeepers wouldn't catch them in she comes.
Her neutral tones mixed in with her mothers and the Peacekeepers waft through the air to where Prim, Peeta and I sit by the fire. Given the absence of the Peacekeepers we allow ourselves the luxury of a relieved sigh.
"Easier to ask where I haven't been," is the first full sentence that reaches my ears. We turn our heads at her appearance, the slight limp in her foot evident at first sight. Well, for me at least the Peacekeepers seem too dense to really see it.

"So where haven't you been?" I decide to ask when nobody else does.
" Well, I haven't been talking to Goat Man about getting Prim's goat pregnant, because someone gave me completely inaccurate information as to where he lives." She puts a lot of emphasis on the last part of her statement. To the peacekeepers it would just be taken as an accusing tone. But I know and everybody else knows its actually telling us to play along.

" No I didn't. I told you exactly" Prim challenges.

"You said he lives beside the west entrance to the mine." Katniss insists, keeping up the show.

"The east entrance." Her sister tells her patiently.

"You distinctly said the west, because then I said, 'Next to the slag heap?' and you said, 'Yeah'." She says.

" The slag heap next to the east entrance." I have to admire Prim now, not only is she keeping up the pretence very well, but at the same time making Katniss look like an idiot.

" No. when did you say that?"

" Last night." I say, deciding I want to be in on this previously A and B conversation.

"" It was definitely the east." Pipes up Peeta from his seat across from me. He lifts his head up to look at me over the chess board and for some reason I just laugh. The hilarity in this should-be problem is making me slightly tipsy. Katniss shoots her "oh so supportive" fiancé a glare and he softens up. " I'm sorry, but it's what I've been saying. You don't listen when people talk to you."

"Bet people told you he didn't live there today and you didn't listen again." I predict. My only response is a "shut up, Haymitch." Which clearly indicates I am right. I start laughing again and Peeta joins in along with Prim who just cracks a smile.

" Fine." She says in defeat. "Somebody else can arrange to get the stupid goat knocked up." I just laugh more since I know it will get on her nerves. It may also get the peacekeepers to leave if they see that this is really no big deal.

"What's in the bag?" asks the Peacekeeper. This stops the laughs right away let me tell you. I can only hope she didn't get any game. If she does, well to put it nicely: We are screwed.

"See for yourself." She tells them. Now this is either an insanely stupid thing to do or she really has nothing there. I'm praying to whoever is up there that is there is anything that could get us penalized in that bag it will magically disappear before the Peacekeeper can get a good look at it.

"Oh good." Exclaims Mayanne when she gets a look at the contents of her daughter's bag. "We're running low on bandages." Across from me, Peeta rises from his chair to check out the bag. His eyes light up when they land on a bad of candy.

"Ooh, peppermints." He cheers snatching the candy from Katniss's sack.

"They're mine." She declares as she makes to grab for them. Quickly, the sweets are tossed in my direction. Before she can get over here and steal them away I stuff a handful in my mouth and pass it to Prim. All the made-up hilarity has reduced the twelve year old to giggles. " None of you deserves candly."

"What, because we're right?" Peeta asks, wrapping his arms around her . When he pulls her towards him she yelps as her lower back come into contact with his front. My eyebrows knit together slightly, is she really hurt again? She manages to cover it nicely, passing it off as a playful squeal. "Okay, Prim said west." he tells his fiancé. "I distinctly heard west. And we're all idiots" Now he's laying it on pretty thick. "How's that?"
"Better." she tells him, accepting his kiss. "You have a message for me?" she reminds the Peacekeepers from her spot in Peeta's arms.
" From Head Peacekeeper Thread." Ew, just hearing the name makes bile rise in my throat. " He wanted to let you know that the fence surrounding District Twelve will now have electricity twenty-four hours a day."
" Didn't it already?" inwardly I scoff. That was way too innocent to be sincere.
"He thought you might be interested in passing the information on to your cousin."
"Thank you. I'll tell him. I'm sure we'll all sleep a little more soundly now that security has addressed that lapse." I hold my breath. That was one statement too far in my opinion. To my surprise the two Peacekeepers say nothing, the woman only clenches her jaw then they leave without incident. When the door shut behind them our pseudo- cheerfulness is distinguished and Mayanne and Peeta evaluate Katniss's injuries. In my chair I let out a relived sigh.

Major crisis diverted.


Little did I know an even bigger crisis was headed our way.

The collision of the glass bottle with my television was messy and loud. The shattered pieces of glass combined with the unfinished alcohol slid in little rivers down my unaltered screen. The liquid distorting the colours of Presidents Snows face as he smiled wickedly after announcing the twist for this years Quarter Quell. I didn't know what was happening across the street where I knew my two protégés were in taking the same news. I had no idea what they were thinking. But I knew what I was thinking. It was two simple words:

Fuck. You.


Well from here on out it gets a bit more entertaining. Fun fun fun!

Has everybody seen the clip of Katniss shooting the apple out of the pigs mouth in her private session yet? Lionsgate just released it, Ithought it was kinda cool... still not certain about the movie though.

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