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How are you today? I'm good except I didn't get to sleep until like 4:30am because I was reading fanfic. They should really
have a Readers Anonymous group for people who read fanfic until the early hours of the morning -_-
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The tributes from One loiter up to where the others are at the Cornucopia. The boy grunts. They're both very attractive looking; as is always the way with the tributes from One. They sort of complement each other; their stylists must have stolen the idea of presenting them as a team from Twelve's stylists. The girl and boy both have blonde hair, fair skin and light eyes, though the boy's are blue and the girl's are green. They look entrancing walking towards the others, the light falling on their golden hair and making them look majestic. The girl's green eyes sparkle and she looks like she belongs in some sort of fairytale.
"Seven's gone," says the boy casually.
Just like that, the image loses all majesty. I feel sick to my stomach. The boys voice is as entrancing as his looks, attractive and light. The casual, lilting tone does not match the words he's saying. I'm always the squeamish one when it comes to the Hunger Games. I can barely watch at all some years; the brutal nature perturbs me. This year it's much worse; the Games feel more real when you know someone in them.
The girl tosses her golden curls with a small smile. "And the girl from Three. And the girl from Nine and the boy from Eight. I had Three and Nine." She seems to be almost bragging.
I really feel sick now. Gale notices and gives me a reassuring smile.
On the screen, Cato grins at the other two as a sort of praise. His eyes linger on the girl a little longer than the boy, which makes me smirk a little. She could be dangerous in a different way. The boy catches sight of Peeta and scowls like a toddler who isn't allowed a treat.
"What's he doing here?" He demands, glaring at Peeta.
"He stays," Cato growls. "He killed the boy from Five, and helped kill the kid from Four."
"How?" asks the boy, glaring at Peeta.
"Doesn't matter," growls Cato. "I'm the leader here, and I say he stays."
Both from One look unhappy, but there isn't really anything they can do.
"Marvel and Glimmer," Cato nods to the tributes. It's some form of introduction, I think. Peeta nods coolly, extending his hand for them to shake. The boy laughs, a harsh chuckle that doesn't really scream humour. The girl looks down her nose at him distastefully, as if being from District Twelve automatically makes him diseased. Districts One and Two often treat us like this; it's common stigma. Poor Peeta.
Cato snatches up his pack, moving toward the centre of the Cornucopia.
"Let's get moving, people!" He yells in an agitated tone. "We're going hunting. Take anything you want from the Cornucopia – be sure to only take the stuff you know you'll use. We're coming back, but pack anything essential in case any of the others get ideas. If we find anyone on our way, kill 'em. Don't matter who they are. I don't want you holding out on your girlfriend, either," he adds to Peeta gruffly.
Peeta fakes a snort, but I can tell he's worried for my sister by the worried look in his eyes. Glimmer and Marvel are already packing duffels with water, weapons, food and extra clothes. Marvel is very obviously as entranced by Glimmer as everyone else; he keeps sneaking peeks at her. She seems to be oblivious – until I catch sight of her smug expression. She bats her eyelids at him and he immediately hands over all the better quality supplies. Huh. This one could be very dangerous.
Peeta packs normal stuff; two knives, a small first aid kit, a bottle of water. Clove snorts at his choice of knife. Peeta flushes slightly, and Clove rolls her eyes. She tosses him a sharper, longer knife and he nods his thanks. They seem to communicate very well with just nodding, I think to myself. It was kinda weird, like they thought they were above talking or something.
They head into the woods about ten minutes later. The screen does smash shots of the locations of all the tributes. Katniss is camped up in a tree somewhere. I smile at her image. After they look at each of the tributes they do an interview with the Gamemakers.
The Games are set in sections, a bit like episodes. They're about an hour ahead of us, just so they can edit and things like that. There's usually one section/episode per day, but on the first day there are three smaller ones. In between each, they interview the Gamemakers, President Snow and random viewers in the Capitol.
This concludes episode one.
I sigh and lean onto the wall next to me. Gale's arm immeditaley goes around me in a comforting embrace.
This is going to be a very long couple of days.
Guess what? WE BOUGHT PEANUT BUTTER! XD so happy!
Jassy xx