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Tosia is curled in a ball on the seat next to him. She’s been staring at Katniss since she and Peeta got on the train. Riff doesn’t know if she’s trying to eat Katniss’ shrike or if she just doesn’t trust her. Either way, she can’t eat the bird. Riff tears his attention away from his daemon to focus on Katniss. She’s the first person in District Twelve to volunteer since he did. He gets why she did it, but he also knows the chances of her survival are slim. He leans back in his seat a bit and rubs behind Tosia’s ears.

“You got a plan?” He likes to ask all the tributes that. “For once you’re in there?” Most of them don’t. He doesn’t think Katniss will, either. But maybe she’ll surprise him. He doubts it, but maybe it’ll happen.

@trckstaer asked ‘ what are you ? ‘ — Happy to Tashi !

She stared at him for a moment. “Tashi Duncan?” She’d never met anyone that didn’t know who she was before. She didn’t think Happy would be one of those people. But it just went to show you that you couldn’t judge people based on first assumptions. “I coach Art Donaldson?” She was saying all of this like it was obvious, because she’d assumed that it was. She tilted her head to the side and gave him a quick once over. “What are you?”

@trckstaer said ' you're not a spring chicken anymore. ' – Katniss to Finnick !

He knew that. He grinned at Katniss anyway. “What, are you saying I’m not pretty anymore?” That couldn’t be further from what she was saying and they both knew it, but Finnick could never pass up an opportunity to tease. “That’s low even for you, Everdeen.” He was still grinning. “I might have to tell Haymitch on you. Make him send you out to the fields or something.”

@trckstaer said “ you get to make your own choices now. ” — Paul to Percy !

“Yeah.” It was a little weird. Percy had spent his whole life doing whatever the gods decreed. Or, if he wasn’t doing that, he was going on quests because of eons old prophecies. There hadn’t been a prophecy in a while. He was still trying to get used to it. “Yeah, I do.” He grinned a little bit, glancing at Paul and then away again. “We should celebrate.”

@trckstaer said “ you know, you’re getting dangerously close to running out your tab. ” — Bobby to Dean !

He knew. It was fine. He’d run out his tab and then go home. It was fine. He grinned a little lazily at Bobby, gesturing at him with his beer bottle. “You wanna join me? We can run it out together.” It’d be quicker that way. And it would ensure that Dean didn’t get any tipsier than he already was. “Or you can just cut it off now. If you want.” He shrugged, like he wouldn’t be annoyed if Bobby did such a thing. “Up to you.”

@trckstaer said ‘ i spent years thinking i’d find a way out. ‘ — Benny to Dean !

Dean could relate to that. He hadn’t been trapped in Purgatory like Benny, but he’d been in hell for forty years, and that was sort of the same thing. “Yeah,” he said. “I get it, man. It sucks.” He clapped Benny on the back and gave him what he hoped was a comforting smile. “But you got out! And that’s what matters, right?”

Ruby was the first outsider that they hadn’t killed. Mother said it was because she was powerful, and Lock trusted Mother enough to not kill Ruby. He frowned up at Ruby, blinking. He didn’t know what a nuclear family was, but it sounded interesting. “We don’t eat them.” He sounded disgusted at the very thought of it. “We just kill them.” Outsiders were killed quickly and without mercy. It was the sacrifices that the boys played with, but they wouldn’t get another sacrifice until the summer solstice, and that was a few months away. He walked over and pulled his knife from the body’s back. “Do you want to see the grave?”

˖ ⭑₊˚ The demon blinked at Lock with a small, amused grin twisting at the corners of her mouth. It was rare for her to find a collection of humans she enjoyed spending her time with outside of those she was torturing. Her eyes, black all the way through, stared at him. The woods were hard to find, harder to leave if they wanted you to stay, but Ruby wanted to stick around. She had always had a fondness for witches, she just hadn't known that it extended to their children as well, even the kidnapped ones. Her brow dipped, ' do you kiddos eat them or just toy with them, after they stumble onto the nuclear family ? '

— @notefinal : ‘  oh , yay !  someone’s  hurt .  ’

Riff laughed. “Good luck with that.” Nobody from Twelve had won since Riff had won. And he was still convinced that him winning had been a fluke. Haymitch, too. District Twelve didn’t produce victors. Everyone knew that. It had two victors, sure, but that didn’t mean that it was a district known for producing victors. Riff was almost certain that everyone in the Capitol considered his and Haymitch’s victories accidents. That’s what he thought of them, anyway. “You ain’t gonna win. No one from Twelve wins. Not on purpose.” He leaned back in his seat a little and stared at Katniss for a bit. “Yeah, you ain’t comin’ out of the Arena alive.” He knew she wouldn’t. No one from Twelve ever did.

˖ ⭑₊˚ The black streak of feathers over the birds face made him look like part of the city out past the glass of the train, and Katniss stared at Aza for a long minute, wondering how much more bread she could eat before she was completely unable to move. She wasn't worried about the other daemon on the carriage, not yet, not even with eyes on her. It just made her think of her little sister, who hadn't even had her own daemon settle yet, but sometime sat low across her shoulders ; an orange snake keeping her comforted. The bird flit to peck at her hand, wrapping sharp talons tight around her fingers. Brown eyes turned and stared at Riff for a second before Katniss blinked and shook her head, ' I plan to win – ' it came out more suprised than she meant it to. She stared back at the floor – ' I have to win. '

Tashi hated parties like these. She always had. She knew they were necessary, but she hated them all the same. She watched with mild interest as Carnegie picked the lock and smiled as the bottle was held out. She grabbed it from Carnegie’s hand and tugged the top off, taking a drink straight from the bottle and setting it on the edge of the desk. “Now I’m ready.” She said it with a sharp smile and her fingers still wrapped around the neck of the bottle. “What do you want to know?” She didn’t quite know why she was entertaining a ballerina’s questions about her life, but she had nothing better to do.

˖ ⭑₊˚ Light eyes narrowed and she stared at Tashi Duncan for a long moment before humming. Carnegie crouched in her thousand dollar dress, tugging on cupboard doors shamelessly, until she found a locked one ; that would be where the good stuff was stored, not just the champagne on little trays being served by waiters out there where the party supposedly was. In her opinion, there was little to prove that was really the case. The real party was wherever she decided, and tonight, that was with Tashi in some the office investment guy with shares in athletic wear. A wave of blonde fell in front of her face as she pulled a bobby pin from her hair and unlocked the little door. With an elegant turn, the ballerina held out a single barrel whiskey, ' I believe I have come to your rescue. '

— @notefinal : ‘  i  need  more  liquor ,  i’m  not  ready .  ’

She didn’t know where the affection had come from. It wasn’t normal that Natasha said things like that, and it always caught her off guard when she did. She didn’t like being caught off guard. She never had and doubted she ever would. She grinned at Clint, grateful for his sarcastic remarks. It cut through the tension and cleared the air in seconds. “Yeah. I got sick of you a week in.” A lie. She was pretty sure they both knew it. She hoped they both knew it, at least.

˖ ⭑₊˚ His fingers tightened hard around his bow and the archer turned a sharp glare up to Natasha's eyes from her where he had been watching her mouth form each word. They didn't do this. They didn't do emotional, end of days, speeches like this. He looked at her, and couldn't fight it though, he couldn't do anything but stare and see the mission he had found her on. His eyelids squeezed tight shut, just for a moment, and then he smiled. Shoulder butted against hers and he grinned, ' yeah but it didn't take long to get sick of me, right ? Us Bartons age like old milk. '

— @notefinal : ‘  you  were  like  coming  up  for  fresh  air .  it’s  like  i  was  drowning  and  you  saved  me .  that’s  all  i  know .  ’