Painted Words, Piercing Paragraphs
By: KaKaVegeGurl
Interview
Opening Comment.
You can skip this, in all honesty. Though I would advise reading it, naturally, it's still alright to skip it.
Contents involve:
Option Explanation.
More possible Options?
Original Story Progression (Hudson).
Scenes that were never in the chapters.
Scenes that were written wrong.
Alternative scenes.
Questions.
Requests.
The Title of Part 3.
The date of release.
One opening scene from Option B, Chapter 1.
If yer still here, enjoy the read. ^^
Option Explanation.
Option A - Book based for the most part.
TB/BA - By the book until the end, no mutts, Katniss and Peeta kind of end up together. But it's still as true to the book as reasonably possible.
PW/PP - Sticking almost strictly by the book. Gale lives. Peeta finds the pearl. Mags and Chaff die in the arena. Enobaria lives. Peeta is caught by the Capitol.
IS/DP - With Gale being alive, Katniss has chosen him, just like she did in the book. Peeta is saved and they find out he's been hijacked and convinced that Katniss is a mutt.
This Peeta has been fighting for Katniss throughout the books, not just against the Capitol, but also against Gale. They were still separated in the arena and Peeta pretended to be a Career, the fight for Cato near the end went differently. Once back in District 12, the two grew close and Peeta learned how to use a bow and arrow. But Gale was still in the way.
The arena the second time still went as normal as possible, albeit a few things changed, Mags died, Chaff died, Enobaria lived, and Peeta still killed Brutus. He also found the pearl and gave it to Katniss.
And by book 3, we all already know that Katniss doesn't make it any easier for him. Choosing Gale, Katniss is both cold and bitter towards the hijacked Peeta. And his biggest struggle doesn't even start with that.
Because he's more busy holding onto himself, trying to figure things out, and having a hard time convincing himself that Katniss isn't a mutt. The only real difference between Option A and the book is the lack of mutts, and the sex life between Katniss and Peeta in Book 2.
Option B - Teamed early in Book 1.
TB/BA - By the book until the night before the Hunger Games, when the rule has them working together as a team from the beginning.
PW/PP - Katniss is really pregnant. Gale dies. Mags and Chaff live. Enobaria dies. Peeta is caught by the Capitol.
IS/DP - Pregnant Katniss is in District 13. Peeta, pretending he's the real Mockingjay, is so close to Katniss with real, tangible things (such as his child), he's more difficult to try and hijack.
This Peeta is stronger, in almost every way, then Option A Peeta. When in this world, Katniss and Peeta went into the Arena together as a team. Katniss's feelings for him in Book 1 weren't pretend, Cato tried to rape Katniss, and the struggle against Gale was cut short when he died. Katniss got pregnant and they both went into the arena as planned.
The drastic change in story caused Peeta to kill Brutus early, kill Enobaria near the end, save Chaff, and Mags never died because Peeta and Katniss weren't paired up with Finnick. This means that Peeta never found the pearl, but gave Katniss his locket.
Book 3 will start off with his struggles against being hijacked. Because, is it even possible by now, to do so? And if it isn't, what will Snow do to him if hijacking proves to be too difficult? Or will it be just as easy to hijack him as it was in the original storyline?
And will Katniss act cold to him still, or will things be different? What about Haymitch and Finnick? What characters would die since we saw the drastic change in deaths in Book 2?
Option C - Alternate Book 2 Ending for Option A.
PW/PP - Option A until the end, when only Peeta is saved by District 13.
IS/DP - Peeta in District 13 and Katniss in the Capitol. Peeta starts to take over the war effort and when they finally get back Katniss, they find a damage done that might just be irreversible.
The Option A Peeta of Book 1 and 2 has been saved by the war effort in District 13. Peeta has already started putting his foot in the door in Book 2. So now, with the start of Book 3, Coin vs Peeta? Because really, out of the two, Peeta's biggest strength over Katniss is his uncanny ability to fit in well, to talk, to handle people. What effect is this going to have on the war, saving Katniss, and Gale?
Gale's still alive. How will the two react to each other? And Peeta's family? What about Katniss's mother and sister? What will things be like with a person that is far more capable and sane then Katniss was in Book 3?
Option D - Alternate Book 2 Ending for Option B.
PW/PP - Option B until the end, when both Peeta and Katniss are caught by District 13.
IS/DP - Both Katniss and Peeta are in District 13 together, which leads to a more capable Katniss. And a more threatened Coin. Oh, and Gale's dead.
Stronger, more dominating Option B Peeta is saved with Katniss, who's pregnant. To a District 13 that has Coin set up as an immediate threat. But there's something more haunting over them. Gale died in Book 2, before the Games even started. So how many of District 12 is there going to be left without him there to save them?
And with Coin up against Peeta AND Katniss and the not-so-worrying of someone captured by the Capitol, how will this effect the war effort. And then there's also the loss of Peeta's warning: 'dead by morning'.
How many options are there? And do you plan to make more?
Currently, everyone knows of 4. A, D, C, and D.
Clearly, it seems I'm going through the alphabet. So, assuming it goes like that, I have about... I've reached 'M'. Whether I write them or not is to be decided. And if I do, I imagine that some will be on FFdotnet and some will be site exclusive.
Original Story Progression.
The original story that you guys have set up IS under way already. Characters are in the process of being named, plot is folding out, and there's LOTS of notes already. Now that I've got no work in the way, I will begin to put stuff up on my website, and keep you all informed. But so far I can present you with this little treat:
Stolls, sitting beside me in his usual red sweater, has passed me a juice box. He's poked a straw in already, sipped out it's contents, and expects me to do something with it.
It's not the first time, but I pull the small pill from my pocket to humor him, a roll of invisible tape, and pour a small portion of cola in the juice box. I tape the pill on the end of the tape, fold the tape in half length-wise, and stick it so that the pill is dangling inside of the small container.
Stolls, with his lop-sided grin, watches in anticipation as I plant the box under one of the girls skirts at a nearby table.
Her long blond hair swishes back and forth as she chatters on endlessly to her friends, all raptured. Unknowing of the terror below.
When the pill's dropped, the sound of the box is deafening and it shoots up from the ground, lifting the back of Jenna Career's short pink skirt, and flashing everyone with her black, lacy panties.
She stands and screams in embarrassment, and then turns to me knowingly.
It's no secret that I prank. That I'm good at pranking, I mean. I don't really prank that often at all anymore. But I'm good at it. I have an unnatural skill for placement, timing, and capture. And the look on her face is precious.
Stolls is laughing and doubling over in pain, clutching his stomach.
Career, with her sharp eyes, catches the juice box as it comes back down and then she smirks, "That's you're mistake, Teral." And she pours the remaining coke on the zipper of my pants.
Bullies aren't common in Hearth, so this little joke of hers plays out well. Because apparently the boy that stole her first kiss still wets his pants. Or has a premature ejaculation problem.
"Only for you," I tell her, string my fingers in her long blond hair and kiss her nose, "Nice panties, Jen."
Her face pales as she realizes what I've done. And I walk away with the last laugh, proudly showing of my soiled pants.
"Hudson Teral!" She's shouting, she's holding her skirt tight to her creamy thighs and I give her a wave off.
I know, crazy right? Parts are already being written. Hudson's a great character to play. I simply adore him. I really can't wait to get this story rolling. ^^
So far, I've gotten a few names out.
Hudson Teral, of course.
Jenna Career won't be in it much, she's sorta minor for now.
Jack, and I don't have his last name yet but he's pretty geeky and amusing.
Stolls doesn't have a first name, but I find that an amusing last name.
And the other character is this very flamboyant gay kid who's fairly tall, about five foot seven, named Stark. And he doesn't have a last name either. But things ARE IN MOTION.
Scenes unseen
Option B - Haymitch tries to save Gale...
The whip connected with Gale's spine again. Murmurs from the crowd raising in horror as more blood spilled from the wounds.
The slab of meat that was the young man's back held no shudder, no act of protest or attempt to dodge the new Head Peacekeeper.
Gale was unconscious, unable to defend, unable to scream. And even if he was, it would've done nothing to dissuade the man behind him. It hadn't before he'd fallen unconscious. What difference would it make now?
Haymitch shoved through the crowd then, struggling to get to the center of it. He stopped in shock when he saw the pool of blood and his eyes watched the whip come down again.
Without a second thought, he shoved through the rest of the way and moved to stop Thread, "What are you doing!"
The Head Peacekeeper glanced at him before raising his arm again.
Haymitch grabbed his wrist to stop him, but Thread threw his arm out and punched the older man in the jaw.
"Are you interfering with this punishment?" He asked coldly.
Haymitch, staggering, growled angrily, "You're going to kill him if you don't stop."
Thread, unamused and unperturbed, turned back and lashed Gale's limp body again. He didn't smile, didn't say anything more and when Haymitch tried to stop him again, Thread shoved him back against the crowd.
"If you persist in interrupting me, it'll be you tied up there next," he threatened.
Haymitch stopped struggling against the people in the square, the ones that had their arms around his, trying to save him from pressing Thread any further.
More time passed and Haymitch had curled up into himself, standing still, taller, stronger, as he watched the pool of blood grow.
Gale, still unmoving, seemed to become... even more limp.
Thread stopped finally, the crowd of people dying down to just a few.
Greasy Sae, watching with her hands balled in to fists, walked to Haymitch as Thread left the square.
And finally, Haymitch stepped forward, took a knife from one of the younger men still there, and cut Gale's body down.
He lifted the heavy form up, blood spilling freely down his shirt, soaking through, and then he walked from the square. He walked to Katniss's home in the Victor's village and knocked on the door.
It opened wide and Prim, with half an apple to her mouth, dropped it in surprise, "Gale!"
Katniss's mother was there immediately, helping Haymitch bring him into the house and set him down so she could inspect his wounds.
It took her all of twenty seconds to pull back and look at him sadly.
Haymitch sighed and bowed his head, "He's dead, isn't he?"
She nodded.
Prim was in tears, but sat silently, staring at the body.
"I thought so," Haymitch said sadly, "I tried to stop them, but there was nothing else I could do."
He couldn't even begin to think of what he'd have to tell Katniss.
Option B - Gale's thoughts as Cato attempts to rape Katniss in Book 1...
This is why I hate watching these things around anyone else.
I'm sitting alone in my room of the house, away from the rest of the family, and eating when the 'end game' fight starts.
Within seconds, Katniss is down and out. This Cato, might just kill them both from what I've seen before. He's violent, relentless, cold. And unlike them, he only has to worry about himself.
That proves it's point when Peeta Mellark struggles to get to Katniss and Cato, bless him, stops Peeta cold with a dagger to the throat.
Thresh stalks up behind them and takes up Cato by the head, squeezing so tightly that Cato's howling out in pain. He kicks out at Peeta, who's falling backwards, clutching his side and staring at the blood spilling down the front of his shirt and pants.
Cato, lifting his dagger, slices his blade around Thresh's wrist and manages to get free. The larger man gasps at the blood and angrily storms forward, but Clove comes up from behind him, struggling to get him up in a headlock.
His arms reach back and pull the poor girl up by her jacket, she's screaming through the air as he throws her and her body, legs and waist, whip back as her neck is pierced through by a large, sharp piece of branch. The form goes limp and she hangs there still.
Thresh turns to get Cato now, but he's grabbed up his sword and slices through the larger mans gut. It stops midway, but as Thresh gasps in surprise, Cato pulls the wire he's been holding onto from his belt, wraps it around the remaining waist, and gives the end a sharp tug.
The dark-skinned man crumbles to the ground in two pieces, rather then one. The cannon booms and Cato bends down to lift his sword.
He charges as Peeta finally stands up again and, much, much faster then Cato, bends down to the ground, thrusts his tiny dagger up and slices it over Cato's fingers, catching the blade and force of the larger man.
He's been surprising, I'll admit, and he grabs up Cato in a strong headlock at last. His muscles flex and Cato drops his sword, struggling to get free.
The boy from District 2 runs backwards like a train and slams Peeta into the large rock that shields the camp.
Blood pours from Peeta's mouth as he's slammed back a second time and they slump to the ground.
I let out the breath I'm holding, hands shaking, and take a bite of jerky.
The two men are still for a second before Cato stands up at last, snags his sword and stops Peeta from getting up by slamming the blade down through his leg.
Even I'm shocked at this, and I feel my mouth open in surprise.
He screams in pain, "No."
Katniss, finally standing, grabs her bow and arrow up, starts to string one. But I can see that she's barely keeping it together. She probably can't even see straight. And the chances of her hitting Peeta, rather then Cato, are high enough. Blood spills from her own lips as well, busted open and bruised.
Cato, reaching her with no weapon to protect himself, displays that he doesn't need one by smacking her hard across the mouth.
Katniss, barely able to hold herself up before, crumbles, blood spills from a wound on her forehead and she coughs violently. She's barely getting it together again when he kicks her so hard in the stomach that even Peeta has to have felt it.
Cato grabs her wrist, lifts her, and slams his fist into her face.
"Cato!" Peeta shouts, struggling against the sword that's still buried down in his leg.
Katniss screams in shock as Cato rips down the collar of her shirt, exposing her soft, pale skin underneath.
Cato, snarling at her, presses his bloodied lips to hers and I find myself on my feet.
The anger in me builds as she kicks and thrashes to get free from him.
But she's weakened, barely strong enough to stand, what's that against someone as big and strong as him?
She struggles to cover her chest but he throws her arms out to either side.
Cato, hand shifting under her bra to grab up her left breast, takes her right one in his drooling, blood covered mouth. He squeezes her, nails digging into the soft, fatty tissue, and he leans up again to bite her cheek.
I can't... Can't hardly believe this is happening. I want to turn away, I want to be in there, I want to kill him.
Peeta, the only person that can help her, he has to do something. He can't just watch this disgusting beast touch her like this.
"Peeta!" Katniss's wailing scream breaks through my ears and I'm nodding, "Peeta!"
Sobs wrack her body, tears stream down her dirty, bloody cheeks.
"Peeta!"
My eyes go to him as he rips up the sword from his leg, blood pouring from the wound; but he stands none-the-less.
Peeta, unseen as Cato rips open the button to Katniss's pants and shoves his filthy fingers into her underwear, stumbles towards them leaving a trail of blood thick enough to be a river.
"Stop him, fuck, Peeta. Stop him!" I blink, realizing I've said that out loud.
Cato's hand, which I can't imagine how far it's down in there, shifts violently in her crotch as he pulls back to look down at her.
But she's staring past him as Peeta slams the sword through the back of his skull, coming out of his mouth. Blood pours down, coloring her white breasts red.
Peeta jerks the hilt of the blade and breaks Cato's neck before throwing the man down at their side.
I let out a shuddering sigh as she covers them. And I turn away, unable to watch anymore. I don't care what happens next, Katniss is alive and...
The tears spill from my eyes as I sit back down on the bed and try to control my breathing.
Thank the fucking stars that Peeta was there to save her.
Deleted Scenes
Deleted Scene from Chapter 1; because of silly stupidity running amuck...
Her eyes melt over my body and she smiles, "You will. Now, I have some exchanges to make. You've got some bread to bake. And both of us have baths to take–"
"Ah," I laugh and hold the door open for her, "You're a poet then?"
"I was rhyming?"
I nodded and kissed her again, "Well..."
Deleted Scene #1 from Chapter 6 Option A; because Peeta and Katniss AREN'T MARRIED...
I slow, breathe out to calm myself, and rest against her. My hair is soaked with sweat, our bodies stick together in ways I've always wanted them to. I wish, so badly, that I could just melt right into her like butter into warm toast. Maybe I already am.
You'd think, after so many times of jacking off on my own, that I would've mastered that feeling. Her tightness around me. But certainly not. I wish I'd had one of these when I was younger.
I'm grinning, breathing deep, and raise my head as her fingers brush through my soaked hair.
She looks, for the first time ever, completely and utterly relaxed and satisfied.
"Feel married?" She asks with a wide smile.
"If this is what married feels like," I comment, "We should do it often and frequently."
She nods, "I could get use to it."
I pull up completely now, our stomachs making a sound like peeling a sticker from a desk, and ask: "How was it for you? Did it hurt?"
Deleted Scene #2 from Chapter 6 Option A; because Peeta and Katniss AREN'T MARRIED...
After that night, Katniss and I remained just as close every night. The practice lasting longer each time, mind-blowing, and I could see the effect it had on my wife. My wife. I grin wide as I come to. Katniss, my wife.
The boot hitting the floor startles me awake completely and I look up to see Katniss at the foot of the bed, getting dressed, "Where are you going?"
Deleted Scene #3 from Chapter 6 Option A; because Peeta and Katniss AREN'T MARRIED...
I sit back against the pillows and close my eyes, "Alright, just be careful."
Katniss bounds over to me on the bed and kisses me softly, "You're not upset?"
I raise my brow, "Why would I be upset? You're my wife. I'm not going to stop you from seeing your friend."
"I love you," she says, smiling wide.
"I love you too," I run my palm down her back and pat her, "Go on now, or you're going to miss him."
Deleted Scene from Chapter 8 Option B; because Snow has already came? Duh...
The two Panem Officials at the door send sparks of fear down my spine and I step back, "Hello?"
The woman stares coldly and says, "This is the home of Katniss Everdeen?" she asks and I nod, "President Snow is here, he would like to see her."
I step more out of the way, "Come right in, Katniss is just out for a walk."
She sneers, "You're Peeta Mellark?"
I bow, "I am."
Then she steps in with the other man, and following behind them is the worm himself. President Snow.
He smiles widely at me and I smile back, which inside is probably more of a grin similar to a man that is going insane.
Snow reaches out his hand to shake and I do, "Peeta, it's been too long."
"It has," I say honestly. He's been alive far too long.
Snow makes his way through the house to meet with Katniss's mother and I take a seat by Haymitch again before asking: "Chess?"
He takes up the offer and we strike up a critical game.
The two officers walking around us stare and poke at everything, ask questions as the minutes tick by.
"Are you over often?"
I nod, "Of course, Katniss is..." My wife? No, I can't say that, no one knows about it, "Katniss is my fiancé. I'm over more often then not." It's honest enough.
"How long has she been out?"
"Katniss went on a walk only a few minutes before you arrived," I say nonchalantly, "She could be back at any time though. It could be ages."
"You didn't go with her?"
At this one I give the man a piercing look, "She's not my child, I don't go following her every move, having to hold her hand."
He sent that look back, "Well, walks are nice. Why did you stay?"
"Because I'm not a needy partner?" I suggest.
He backs off then and the girl takes up the heat, "Does she go on walks often?"
I snag Haymitch's bishop with my knight and don't look away from the board, "Are you two here to try and fish things out of me?"
She glares and I smile, "We're just curious."
"Suspicious," I correct, "You mean, surely. There's no reason to be. Katniss and I are both very honest people. We have nothing to hide."
Her look changes and she raises a brow, "Is that so?"
"It is," I say, but then I steel her with another glare, "It wouldn't be nice if you came her to stab around at a person willing to be honest and polite. Some people don't like it. Especially people that have been known to be able to handle themselves when put in an Arena of similar aged teens with weapons."
Deleted Scene from Chapter 9 Option B; because it didn't fit right...
Awkward.
Katniss frowns as she shifts the top of the dress against her breasts, making them squish together in a way that... could be pleasing, if she wasn't dressed so bazaar.
That doesn't stop my body from trying to show how grateful it is, however. It's nice to divulge myself with thoughts of lifting the long, white dress, up past her hips; to wrap her bare legs around my waist, to–stop.
With my hands clasped tight over my lap, I smile up at her innocently, and she grins back; unknowing of my darker sided imagination.
Her long hair is done up unnaturally and I stand at last, move to her stiffly. The pull of my heavier leg causes just a slight twinge of annoyance, but I ignore it and take her gentle frame up in my arms.
"You'll smear the lipstick," Katniss protests as I lean in.
"Let it smear," I say as I kiss her. Despite her argument, she opens her mouth willingly and I wrap my tongue around her's, massage them together and then grab her lip between my teeth. A gasp from her throat is swallowed and I move my lips down to her neck, suck eagerly at the freckled flesh.
"Peeta!"
I stop immediately and pull back to see both Haymitch and Katniss's prep team standing in the doorway, staring at us.
Venia, I believe, raises her brow with a shocked expression but then grins, "Well, they need to speed this wedding up."
Haymitch nods and moves to me, taking me by the elbow and dragging me from the room, Katniss protesting from behind us.
"You know," he says as we walk down the stairs, "They need to take pictures of her in the dresses, right?"
I shrug, "I didn't neck her too badly, and besides, they can cover anything with that makeup."
Haymitch stops and looks at me, then begins to wipe my mouth, "You have lipstick all over you, what the hell were you doing?"
"Sucking on her tongue?" I suggest.
He covers his ears and backs away, "Alright, alright, that's enough."
Prim tugs me down to push my ear against her face and she whispers: "Can we make cookies?" She's nearly Katniss's height now but the innocence on her face is so different from her sisters. Sometimes, times like this when I see how much opposite Prim is, it bothers me to think of how quickly Katniss was forced to grow up.
I remember the change back in school, the look on her face after her father died. Then watching her, slowly losing weight, losing color to her cheeks, losing light in her eyes.
Some times, I'm not reminded of it. But every now and then, when I look at Prim from time to time, I can't help but think about those days. When Katniss didn't have any idea how I felt.
I pull back and look at her, then nod. As I follow her into the kitchen Katniss's mother stops me before I enter and takes my cheeks in her hands, wiping my lips with her thumbs, "My goodness, you have lipstick all over you."
I turn and Haymitch throws me a nasty look.
The next night, the very next night, they announce what the twist of the Quarter Quell is.
It's timed ideal, I think, because first we watch Katniss's photo shoot, her in these different wedding dresses. My wife, in styles and colors, unlike the woman I know so well. And I can see it in her face, that longing, that want for freedom.
Deleted Scene from Chapter 10 Option B; Both Peeta and Katniss meet Finnick together...
"Hello Peeta," he opens, "Katniss." And nods to us each in turn.
He's one of the Tributes picked from District 4, and they've dressed him to show off more skin then the day he was born.
Finnick holds a handful of little square-shaped candies and offers: "Want a sugar cube? They're suppose to be for the horses, but who cares?"
I take one up and look at it, Katniss raises a brow at me as I put it in my mouth just in time to see him wink at me suggestively. I fight to spit it out at the rush of sugar that hits my tongue.
"Good?" He asks, offering his hand to Katniss, who passes.
I nod and am about to excuse us when he reaches out to touch to collar of Katniss's outfit.
"What happened to the pretty little pink dresses?"
"I outgrew them," Katniss says with a straight face and Finnick's eyes widen.
"You both are absolutely terrifying," he comments as he steps back.
I nod, "That's the idea," and excuse us from his company. His eyes follow us as we walk by and I have a feeling that he's going to be one of the biggest challenges to bring down in this game. He's unusually young for a Tribute, besides us, and he's healthy. He's also proven to be ruthless. Not up to Cato's standards, but he'll be just as much of a threat. If not more.
Deleted Scene from Chapter 13 Option A; Because Peeta manages to hold on in the book...
I join Katniss in pursuit around the horn of the Cornucopia, chasing after Brutus and Enobaria, when the ground underneath us shudders and starts spinning wildly in a circular motion. I'm immediately off my feet and thrown stomach first to slap down into the water.
The force of it knocks out every bit of air I have in my lungs and, when I breathe back in, I get a mouth and nose full of salt water.
Alternate Scene
Alternate Ending of Option B Epilogue; Because I forgot I wrote it...
The needle is pressed into my arm but I jerk away, feeling it tear painfully inside.
I rip it out and stab it into the Doctor's cheek.
He falls back as one os the Peacekeepers steps forward, presses his gun to my stomach and shoots me.
Things go black.
At they're black, my mind jumps around.
Alive or dead, I can still think. And I can't help rolling things over in my mind.
Is Katniss still alive? If she is, where is she? Is she safe? Is the baby safe?
More Questions
What motivates you to write this story?
Everything, anything. Mostly emotion. But a vast amount of it is just... Curiosity. My readers and reviewers motivate me as well. But I would be lying if I said that was all of it, of course.
I'm a reader just as well as a writer, if not before, and I think that's sort of what really gets me moving on in a story like this. Just like everyone else, I want to see what happens next. Granted, I have a general idea of where it's all headed. But the details are fuzzy.
And seeing a complete and finished product is so entirely satisfying.
I take a lot of time out to read what I've already written, to enjoy the story. Just like everyone else does.
So in order to keep the sanity, and to hold off fer the movies, I write this. It helps. And it makes me a better writer. Win, win.
How old are you?
I'm 22, 23 soon.
Do these questions make you feel like your being stalked?
No, no, of course not. Does people reading my werk make me feel stalked? No. But I HAVE had a person actually notice me in real life... which was weird on very, very many levels.
Story short, she read my fanfics, watched my art on DA, and then friended me on facebook. And then she saw me just randomly walking through the mall in my home city.
I didn't know that you could notice someone just from pics on facebook.
But I just heard: "KAKAVEGEGURL!"
And it scared the shit out of me. I was like... "Uh, what?" Because that really just doesn't happen.
I'm not a celebrity, not even fairly known in the FFdotnet community.
If that all isn't weird enough, this was back when I didn't link my facebook to my website, my account here, or anywhere.
She looked my name up from FictionPress.
So... yeah. Weirdest. Day. Ever.
Are you uncomfortable?
I don't rly get uncomfertable. Intimidated by some people, annoyed at others, in places where one would usually be uncomfortable. But mostly amused, and humbled.
How do you come up with such great ideas, and write the characters so well?
Great ideas.
My plot details and ideas are based on a few things (mostly an over-active imagination).
And I'm a writer in every sense of the werd. I remember, (oh no, story time) in middle school, one of my teachers saying that most writers often have a notebook and pen around at all times. The kids laughed, but fer some strange reason, out of all of the great wisdom that woman said, that's the only thing I remember her ever saying.
And I didn't completely get it until it started happening to me.
I've often been told that I have too many gears moving. And I seriously do. My mind just werks at a faster pace then I want it to. Often I find myself skipping sentences while talking to someone... and I don't even realize I'm doing it. It's not constant, but if I get off on a tangent, it happens.
But that's a good thing. Because my mind is always werking, always thinking.
I take in movies and songs, and shows, and I listen to podcasts and audiobooks. And everything stays in there, whirling around. I remember the way things are said, phrased, things skipped or ignored. And they dig at me.
Great ideas are often hard to come by, but I have a LOT of them just stored away in a safe in the back of my head. And I never let one go.
I've said to a few readers through review response or pm and e-mail, that I have a tendency to be really good at making things up right on the spot (Character names, plots, storylines, fight scenes, love lines, sex scenes, violent imagery, play werdory, city names, cultures, games, like everything). And often that's what I do. But most of the time I have thought of things on the spot, in the middle of werk. And I'm very lucky that my past werk environment was so lenient, I have what... three notepads? Full of notes fer Mockingjay. I'm not even kidding.
Characters.
Okay, the best way I can werk this is by saying that someone else's characters are obviously more difficult to write. But, you have to trust the real writer here, and what he/she has provided you with. As I've said before, most fanfic writers make Katniss either too harsh, or too innocent. Which throws me fer a loop! You know her! You've read from her pov fer three FRIGGIN BOOKS! How do you get her so WRONG? And they do, they really do.
As fer Peeta, SuCo hasn't rly given MUCH to werk with. You get the idea that he's this great guy, kinda secretive, who keeps his eyes out fer Katniss. He's smart, but not omg geek!smart. He has a general good idea of the world, and a great head on his shoulders. He's kind. He's gentle.
Katniss's best line about him is when she mentions that she doesn't need Gale's fiery hate and anger. But Peeta, who's the EXACT OPPOSITE.
I like Peeta mostly fer that. Fer being understanding. He's a great guy to know. And unlike the whole... Edward vs Jacob thing. It's more like a one-sided Gale vs Peeta. Because despite that oddball line in the first book about 'her boyfriend', Peeta never shows any anger to Gale. He doesn't go out of his way to annoy Katniss about it and make her feel bad. Unlike Gale.
Getting Peeta right is as easy as breathing fer me. All I have to do is think of the perfect guy. Soft, gentle, strong, humble, sweet, caring, loving, adoring, hesitant, careful.
He spent so many years waiting to talk to her because he was nervous. He's not completely self-confident, but he knows when he can do it right.
SuCo gives you the ability to draw like a sponge from her werk, and make these characters again. But it's not always obvious.
I guess the short response is, I make characters best and not OOC by sticking with the facts, drawing from them, and reaching a conclusion. A base. And that's what I werk with.
What's your most common typo before you edit?
'And'. I always have a tendency to write just an 'a'. I never understand that...
Can you write in cursive?
Hardly. Even my own name, when I sign, is only half cursive. I suck at it. Especially with big werds, if it's longer then five letters then all hell breaks loose. An 'r' turns into an 's', an 'l' turns into a 'g'. It gets insane. And so, yeah, not really.
What's your most embarrassing moment in life?
I don't really have a key embarrassing moment. Fortunately. Just small, little things, that are here and then gone. Embarrassing atm, but not strong enough to linger in my mind. I'm sure I've been embarrassed. But I hardly remember any of them.
What's your favorite thing said to you by someone so far in a review?
Ah gods! Which to pick? I have so many!
rawrzez said something at one point about loving the way I make language werk fer me. I definitely liked that. ^^
ramsdra had something that made me blush. Was like "I wish the books were more like this." XP
And Fanpire101 mentioned that it was like a cup of hot soup. That made me smile.
Of course I think LadyKatie0511's post tops most with the three reasons why I'm an author.
There's so many of them.
I just... I just love them all, they're so beautiful and sweet, and inspirational.
Other than Hunger Games, what have you read and enjoyed?
Er, there's so many. T_T Alright let's go through them. Harry Potter, which is amazing. Pendragon, which is doubly amazing. The Ender's Game Saga, which is pretty outstanding. Percy Jackson, which is pretty good. The Uglies, which is just phenomenal.
The Lord of the Rings, of course, it's a classic. The Dresden Files, which is REALLY good. The Dark Tower, which I started to read but have made no progress on fer obvious reasons. (This fanfic)
Other small things I've enjoyed are umm... I read some of Erec Rex, it was pretty cute and amusing. Angus, Thongs, and Full-Frontal Snogging; that's really good. The Catcher and the Rye, of course. Various Star Trek books. XP
Umm, oooh! A really good one that I think anyone reading my werk would love; it's called The Lords of Darkness. Also referred to as 'Tales from the Flat Earth'. It comes in three main parts; Night's Master, Death's Master, and Delusion's Master. Then there's also Delirium's Mistress and Night's Sorceries. And more to come. It's an OUTSTANDING book series by Tanith Lee. And she's kind of amazing stuff. I want to be her one day. *happy sigh*
Requested Shower Scene
When we rise from the bed, and I can't keep my hands off of her, Katniss turns to me smiling and leans in to whisper in my ear.
"Shower?" She suggests, "Together?"
I stand up, run my index finger down her jaw line before pressing my lips to hers, "Alright."
She pulls me, our hands laced together, into the bathroom and starts to strip away what she's wearing.
Her underwear hits the ground and I can't take my eyes from her. When she frees her breasts, I move forward to kiss her.
Once she's in the shower, I take my own time, removing my boxers and then join her. With her back turned to me, I place my hands on her small shoulders, making them disappear in my palms.
I press my lips to the back of her neck and kiss the salt from her skin.
Her hand reaches up and rests over my right one, fingers lace together, and she turns to stare up at me, "I love you."
I smile, lean down and take her lips. Her hair is soaking wet now and I cup her neck, jaw and cheek to pull her face close.
Her soft breasts press to the bottom of my pecks and she steps in to smear our bodies together. I feel her hands, moving over my waist, nails running around to chase up my spine and settle in on my shoulder blades.
My own, sitting down at the protruding waist, slithers back around front to caress the baby bump of her stomach while I bury my tongue in the warm cavern of her mouth.
When the kiss breaks, I take up the bottle of shampoo and pour a generous amount in my palm, massage it against the pads of my fingers until it begins to bubble and then I turn Katniss's back to me to run my fingers through her hair.
Conditioner takes a shorter time and when I lather her body in wash, I rub my hands against every inch of her. Down her slim arms with the sponge, over her perfect, soft breasts, across her shoulders and trailing to her legs. She sighs happily against me as I clean her from head to toe and then she takes the sponge and does the same to me.
It's more of her confidence that turns me on then anything. She doesn't hesitate at my fake leg, or face flush when she sees just how much the act of washing her has excited me.
She, instead, washes everything without a backward glance of shaking fingers, and then she presses a kiss over my heart.
Done, she places the sponge against the side of the tub and turns back to me.
I grab her around the waist and pull her against me, I raise one hand to move her hair from her face and trace the tips of my other hand's fingers down her back, over her curves and around to the front.
My palm settles there and I crumble down to my knees to kiss over her stomach, her fingers weave through my hair and she breathes in sharp when I run my fingers before my mouth, chasing down her stomach and pressing inside of her.
"Peeta."
She's surprised, and that's amusing on it's own.
I stand, lift her against the tiled wall and grab one of her legs up to wrap around my waist. I kiss her neck, suck the flesh, and thrust my fingers up into her as she lets out little sighs of growing excitement; more wet with every lift of my arm or flick of wrist.
She grabs my face in her hands and kisses me, keeping her lips close to mine, she says: "Please."
"Katniss–"
"Now, please," she says and lays her forehead on my collarbone, her hands gripping my shoulders and her voice gasping when I thrust significantly towards her spine.
"Peeta," she whines in surprise.
It has been nearly a week.
I smile, grab myself, and position against her entrance. With the water, and our own fluids, it's moist enough to slide in without a wince of hers.
Instead, she sighs happily and stares into my eyes while the hot water from the shower hits against my back.
I grab her hips, pull them higher up and, when I thrust, the moan that is let loose makes my erection twitch. Her eyes start to close and she rests her elbows on my shoulders as she smiles at me.
Satisfied, relieved.
I breathe heavily into her ear, caress her lower back and lift her against me.
As I move inside of her, need and release growing, I don't even notice the water above us turning from hot to cold until I'm spent.
Letting her leg down and pressing my lips to hers, I turn the water off and lift her from the tub. Carry her out to the bed, wrap us up in the comforter, and then her up in my arms.
"I love you," she says again, sighing against my chest and kissing it.
"I adore," I say, "every piece and part of you. Every inch of your skin, every cell in your body, every hair on your head. Each and every one."
She looks up and stares into my eyes.
"I love you with everything I have, Katniss," I continue and run my index finger over her cheek.
"Forever?" She asks, smiling, and I close my eyes.
"Always."
The Mockingjay Title.
Falling in line with the last two: Tips of Brushes, Blades of Arrows and Painted Words, Piercing Paragraphs. The third book will be called Intricate Strokes, Delicate Precision.
Picked Scene of Intricate Strokes, Delicate Precision; Option A, Chapter 1.
"Get close to Peeta Mellark, see what you can get out of him."
I stop, muscles tensing, and the voice whispers out to me like long, stretching, snake fingers caressing the terror inside of me.
"He's such a fool, this will be easy."
Doubt, this is possible. I have been in love with her since the beginning. It's possible to lie to someone. Rage, this is outrageous. How could she keep something like this from me? How could she say these things. Concern,Why would she say that? What has she done?
No, no. She's not like that.
"She's not like that!" I scream, hands covering my ears, "I can't, I can't hear this. She's not like that."
The tears burn down my cheeks, my knee gives out and the fake one pulls me down as I lose the balance and control I've been struggling with. I'm curling down into a ball. Flush against the floor and sobbing with my face pressed to the cold, hard ground.
"She's not like that, she's not like that. I swear she's not."
Ending Notes:
June 14th for Book 3, so either follow me on Twitter, follow me on here, or something. I'm positive most of you ALREADY do! But if you haven't, do, do so now.
Oh, and I will be posting a note into this story just in case, with a link to the next part. In two weeks. Can't wait to see you all again.
Now I get to hardcore write to try and get ALL FOUR OUT in two weeks! Woo! Also look forward to werk being done on my website. Ah, the no job life... Is nice... For now.
Review please, if you have a question still that wasn't answered feel free to ask still. I'll answer anything.
Love you all!
~KaKaVegeGurl