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This scene: THG Before the 74th Hunger Games, when Cinna shows Peeta the roof of the Training Center

Avox Girl

It's strange that they let me go here. Up on the roof of the Training Center. Strange… But then, there's always the force field. The invisible bars of my prison.

Some people think the Capitol is beautiful. Bright, artificial, contrived, like the petals of a brilliant, carnivorous flower. One final view of beauty before you die. The city practically taunts the tributes. See how beautiful we are. See how we don't care.

The city is loud too. Loud klaxons, engines, the tinkle of music. And voices. Chipper and happy, bright and, more often than not, slurred by drink. I can hear them talking, laughing, singing. Their voices burn my ears, but they're beautiful.

I hear footsteps, voices, and I shrink into the shadows cast by the wall. Spying on people makes me feel in control. The one time I am on control, now that my world is… gone. Poof.

Someone is speaking. They have a nice, not-too-deep voice. Another voice responds. It's a little higher, still male, and very pleasant.

"I like to go here to relax a little sometimes," the higher voice is saying. "Don't worry, most people don't come here."

Not true at all. Almost all the tributes come here. I see them, spy on them. Listen to them talk sometimes, as they look at the bright flower-city below them.

They walk onto the roof. I recognize the man with the high voice as Cinna, the new stylist for District 12. But I don't recognize the blond boy with him. I'm not very good with faces.

"So Peeta, what do you think?" Hm, Peeta. What strange names the District people have.

"Wow…" He comments as he looks down over the railing. He whistles appreciatively. "Nice view."

"Yes, it is."

"But what stops them from, you know…" The blond boy mimes jumping over the roof. "I mean, why do they let us up here?"

"You can't jump," Cinna explains, and touches the force field before jerking his hand back. Peeta reaches out as well, pulls his hand back.

"Well, that's nice of them," he comments. He has a nice voice, very… calming and kind. My brother was like that. Whenever I was scared, he knew exactly what to say. When Mom and Daddy were killed when we were running away, he had the words to keep me going.

They're all I have now of him. The memory of his words. This boy's voice brings them back to me, and I'm not sure whether to hate him for it or be grateful.

"We should go in," Cinna says, putting his arm around the boy's shoulders.

When they go in, I go back to the railing and look over the city. Funny, that it used to be my home. But no longer.

I lean against the railing, listen to the voices. And wish one of them was mine.

Prompt: For :), who requested the scene where Cinna showed Peeta the roof. It wasn't the focus of the piece, admittedly, but I incorporated it for you. Thank you for all your prompts and reviews!