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Even when I leave the hub, I'm still going back on what Haymitch said, 'About time you spoke to Plutarch on that one' what could he possibly mean? I decide to wait around in the seating area outside his office. This is risky but I'll come up with something. I have to know. I see Fulvia typing away at the desk.

"Hi, I was hoping to speak with Plutarch. Someone told me he is arranging the funeral boxes? There's just this little token my District girl wanted in her coffin and I don't know if it's too late." I lie. She looks at me before nodding.
"Go through. He's ok to talk to you." She says dragging out the last bit. Does she really mean we're ok to talk without being listened too?
When I enter there's sweat dripping down his face. "Ah Johanna, did see the feast? Had my heart pumping for a second." He says lightly. Even his deep green shirt is wet with sweat. It smells nothing like the sweaty boys cutting wood from home. It smells heavy of what the Capitol call perfume. Apparently everyone wears it. I know Silver does because she always smells heavily of lavender. He motions for me to take a seat. I do.

"Can we talk?" I ask pointing up to the roof indicating sound recorders. He smiles and nods.
"Beetee disabled them." He explains to me. Ah so 3's onside too then. Seems odd.
"I wanna know why Haymitch is fighting to keep his girl tribute alive. He says it's to do with you." I tell him firmly crossing my leg over the over and folding my arms.
Why am I always the last to know everything anyway. I want to have that out with him but I remember what he said to me that night we were under his covers 'cooperate Johanna. It may preserve lives.' So I don't.
"Right... I knew I'd have to tell you soon. If he manages to get her out... Then Katniss will be our MockingJay. Our rebellion leader." He tells me tensing up a little because he knows I'm about to flip. It's funny how easily I scare people. It must be my reputation name: 'Johanna- wicked talent for murdering'. Sounds about right to be honest since none of my victims died through me protecting myself. They died because I longed to see them dead.

How can they want her? When she's just a stupid love faking kid! She's pathetic! She might not even get out yet they're planning on having her lead all this! I could have done a better job than she could! At least I know what's going on around me, she doesn't even know that what she's doing screams rebellion! "So Haymitch's little Miss MockingJay's finally begun to bloom." I spit gripping onto the desk in pure anger.
"You not even consider an actual Victor being a better option?" I demand from him. He's twitching slightly so I guess I've freaked him out. Well good because I'm mad.
"We did consider you Johanna, it's just..." He stammers off.
"What? Just what?! At least I'll be of actual combat use. She's almost got herself killed twice today!" I shout.
"Johanna...You're not very...likeable though." He says lightly. I throw my hands up in the air. I don't no whether to be hurt or angered here.
"Since when has this been a personality contest?!" I laugh throwing my head back. This was all more ridiculous than I thought.
"People will follow her because they like her. You're too... Harsh. They wanna feel like they can trust the leader!" He snaps back. I stand back slightly offended. If people have their good interests at heart then they'll follow me! They'll follow me because they'd know I'd have the anger inside me to diminish Snow.
"You know what Plutarch. I couldn't give a fuck. Let her be MockingJay. Let her crumble in the pressure. But I'm done with this pathetic rebellion." I snap turning on my heels and moving towards the door. No wonder Haymitch has been so set in keeping her alive. No wonder Plutarch was a sweating heart pumping mess after she almost died at the feast.

"Being cooperative could preserve lives Johanna. However much you hate her just remember this 'if she can get people to follow her than she end Snow' isn't that what you want at the end of the day?" He asks me. I press my face against his glass door.
Yes. Yes that's the only thing I've ever wanted. I've wanted that ever since the day I was reaped. He's probably right.
"Fine but if she fails at this and the whole rebellion goes under then I'll sure as hell get my hands on you..and her for that matter." I threaten him storming out his office. Stupid darn games maker coming up with all his little plans. See they're like that. Games makers. Always coming up with a game plan. I suppose this rebellion is just a giant hunger games to him.

When I reach my room, Finnick is sat waiting for me at the dining table flicking through a newspaper. My lividness must show on my face because his lips pull across into a weary smile.
"Who's shook your boots?" He asks me as I sit down. I snag the paper from his hand and grab a pen.
'Rebel leader= frigging Katniss Everdeen.' I scribble down on the paper. His eyes widen.
"No." He says in astonishment. I nod my head.
"Apparently she's 'likeable'" I spit bitterly. He smiles pulling his arm around me because he can tell I'm stroppy.
"Perhaps next year you should show Little Miss MockingJay you're not to be messed with." He smirks. I smile back.
"Perhaps I will. She can see my 'likeable' side." I chuckle.
Stupid little Miss MockingJay thinking she can stroll in to being leader after just saluting 11. I'd like to see her try.