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Nymeria:
„You would have been the most gorgeous Bride!" Effie had tears in her eyes as she looked at Katniss in her wedding gown. „You look so incredibly beautiful!" „thank you, Effie." Katniss said sincere. „Your boy did a good on that dress, I must say." Haymitch had approached me without my notice. „You better tell him not me. But yes, it really is stunning. I wish it was for it's purpose and not for an interview before she is basically sent off to die." I had lowered my voice for the last part of the sentence. Not everybody had to know what I thought about the Hunger Games. Cinna was still busy twiching and plucking to have every inch of his masterpiece in place. „I can't belive she's crying. I mean does anyone even belive that crap?" Katniss commented on Cashmere's performance in her personal interview with Caesar. „She is really good." asserted Effie. „You'll have to give a good show, but I know you will. You always do." She smiled at Katniss in an almost caring, tender-hearted way. Sometimes I wondered if Effi really was as luxury-driven and capitol-brainwashed as she seemed. After all she seemed to care deeply about both, Katniss and Peeta. And she had been really good to me and Cinna aswell. „You'll do great, girl on fire." Cinna had gotten up from his knees, examining his work critically. „It's great Cin." „Nym's right. It is great. Good job young man." „AND NOW LET'S WELCOME SEEDER FROM DISTRICT 11" „You will be up next, we have to get you ready Katniss, it will only be a couple of minutes. Come on. Hush hush!" Effie forced us out of the dressing room and into the prep room trough which one could enter Flickermans stage. Haymitch and Cinna discussed the dress and Effie gave Katniss some last advice on how she should present herself. I entered the room after others and Joanna Mason almost bumped into me. „oops, sorry Nym." She stepped back. „Did you like my little speech?" „It was definatly impressive. And it made your point quite clear. Nice job." I held up my hand and Joanna high fived with a sarcastic grin. „You think those brainwashed folks got my point? Maybe they'll stop the games after this." „Well the tributes made their point quite clear. Maybe the Capitolists will realize that they're about to kill their bright little stars. Hopefully." I Gave Joanna a sudden hug. I knew that she wasnt fond of friendshippy behavor or human intereaction at all. But we always got along. I always had to do with the games even it was only running errands for Wellsbee. I had met Joanna before her Flickerman interview. She had been terrified that day. We just talked and after she won we keept in touch. It was weird to have this szene repeat now. „Nym, gross! I gotta get up on that Podium now. I'll see you later." She freed herself from my hug, not without squeezing me for a split second. She turned around, looking at Katniss. „A wedding dress? Really?" „Snow made me wear it." Joanna cracked a wicked smile. „Make him pay for it." I saw a short glimpse of satisfaction run over Cinnas face. What was that about. „THANK YOU PEETA, AND NOW OUR GRAND FINALLY! KATNISS EVERDEEN, THE GIRL WE LOVE, THE GIRL ON FIRE." „don't forget to smile!" Effie sizzled! „show them who you are, Girl on Fire." Cinna reached for my hand and while katniss walked towards the stage we entered the audience area and took our seats. I could almost feel Cinnas freyed nerves. „Hey, are you alright?" I whispered. He loosened up a bit regaining his usual, calm and confident aura. „I am." He squeezed my hand a little then we both focused in on Katniss and Caesar. „We're all a little dissapointed that a certain wedding did not take place." shared sights and some sobbs were heard from the audience. „But am I correct if i'm assuming, that this is the gown that you would have worn on your wedding day?" Caesar asked looking like a wounded puppy. „Yes," Katniss answered. „President Snow found everyone would want to see it." Caesar freaked out and went almost jittery admiring the dress.

Cinna:

And finally, the moment came. The host asked Katniss to spin so that everyone could admire the whole dress. And of course they were hoping to see the usual flames I had Katniss wear. This was the moment. Katniss' eyes searched for me in the audience and I nodded, trying to give her some of my confidence. And she spun. Little flames caught on the end of her dress and the audience awwed. The Awws turned into applause when Katniss dress burned down and the white fluffy fabric was replaced by a tight black dress and two beautiful wings. On stage stood the mockingjay. The symbol of the rebellion. And it looked more beautiful than i imagined. „your stylist certainly has outdone himself this time, hasn't he?!" Caesar said admiring the beautiful creature Katniss had morphed into on stage. I sincerely hoped that every district was watching right now. Especially 13. and I wished I could see Snows face in this very moment. Nym and Haymitch were looking at me. Astouned, and thrilled. Effie had jumped out of her seat clapping ceaselessly. „Cinna!" Caesar pointed towards me and the camreas followed the direction of his hand. I held up my hand as some form of greeting and smiled slightly. On caesars demand I bowed, then I blew a kisshand towards the Kamera. Towards Snow. Best regards. I thought. Smiling happily. I knew he was watching. And he knew what this meant. After the audience had calmed down again and Katniss had taken her place among the tributes on the podium Peeta was up. His speech about the secret wedding and especially the baby seemed to break the citizens hearts. This was going great. Haymitched grinned satisfied and Effie buried her face in a tissue. I remembered that she had not been filled in on Peetas' speech. Nym started to softly pat her back to calm her down. While Flickerman tried to calm down the touched and patially angry audience something happened no one had ever seen. Something we had not even included in our plan. Quite frankly, the dress had not been included either. All the tributes on the Podium reached for oneanothers hands and strained their fists into the air. They were one united group for a moment, standing up against the Capitol to save their own lifes. It was incredible. And just as the mob grew louder and louder, the lights went out and the cameras off. The studio was enwrapped in darkness and all of a sudden in silence. The power had been turned off. Was that Snows emergency break? „This is satisfaction pure." Haymitch announced quietly after some conversations had started in the startled audience. „Snow is scared." „do you think he'll stop the games?" Nym wondered as we got up in order to leave the studio. „Maybe" Haymitch stated. „Hopefully." I added.

The confused mass of people swarmed out of the studio building, fussing over what just happened. Outside a group of peacekeepers saw to it that the people calmed down and did not wonder about the unusual bloodcurdling occurrence. Among them I could even spy some officials from the Capitol Senat. Among them Nyms so-called Father. When his gaze met mine my blood almost froze in my veins. In his eyes I could see nothing but hate and the lust to kill. I held up to his stare and didn't look away. I would not give him the satisfaction of thinking he had frightened me. I could feel a small hand suddenly holding on to mine. Nym had grabbed my hand, staring at Wellsbee just as I did. Would he go as far as hurting her? I held on to her hand tightly and dragged her trough the crowd away from him and the Peacekeepers. Haymitch and Effie were close behind us doing their best to keep up. „Cinna." Haymitch exclaimed. „Slow down." „Who is escorting Peeta and Katniss back to the Tribute mansion?" I asked walking a little bit slower. „I think Portia is." Nym said but without her usual certainity in her voice. „She is." Haymitch ratified her guess. „You brought them here, she takes them back wasn't that the deal?" „Good." I said entering the car that would take us back there. „Cinna we have to talk." Haymitch placed himself next to me. „I know. But not here."
30 Minutes later all of us were sitting on the couches in the 12 Penthouse. Katniss and Peeta had arrived just shortly after us, already dressed in more comfortable clothes and without their heavy make up on. „That was GENIOUS." Peeta exclaimed. „That dress. Wow I mean...just wow." „thank you." I responded courteously. „No, thank you." Katniss said. „That really wasyour best work." „Hopefully not your last." Haymitch added nochalant. „They're freaking angry. Snow is boiling and so are his puppies." „That was within my intention." „Cinna you made yourself some powerful enemies today." „I would have done that sooner or later, wouldn't I?" I grinned. „Bad news, the games are still on." a short expression of dissapointment rushed over Katniss and Peetas faces. „Could have figured, couldn't we?" She said. „as if Snow would blow off the hunger games because of a little revolte of some tributes. We're nothing but toys to him. Worthless. And tomorow, sentenced to die." 'not this time' I thought for myself. Haymitch and I exchanged looks. „Maybe it's time you went to bed. You should get some sleep before tomorrow." He adressed his two tributes. „Maybe." Katniss said angry and got up. „One last night of full sleep. Doesn't sound too bad." „katniss..." Peeta tried to calm her. „No. No Katniss. Good night." With that she stormed off into her room. I wated to say I am sorry. To tell her that i really wished I could have done something more. „I'll go to sleep too. Tomorrow." Peeta muttered and left the room aswell.

Now it was only Haymitch, Nym and I. „That was dangerous, Cinna." Nymerias father lectured me. „I know." „but hell, it was genious." „Do you think they will act on it? Against you I mean?" Nym wondered. „I mean you're one of the Capitols brightest stars. At least on the fashion market. They can't really...People would notice..." „I think you're right." haymitch poured himself a drink. „If they wanted you to die Cinna, they would not have waited so long." „I hope you're right." I thought of Wellsbee. The cold stare and that evil smile. And his threat. But Haymitch was probably right, if the Capitol wanted me dead, they would have gotten rid of me already.