allinablur:

Peeta clicks off the tape and we sit there in silence for a while.

Finally Peeta says, “That force field at the bottom of the cliff, it was like the one on the roof of the Training Center. The one that throws you back if you try to jump off and commit suicide. Haymitch found a way to turn it into a weapon.”

Not just against the other tributes, but the Capitol, too,” I say. “You know they didn’t expect that to happen. It wasn’t meant to be part of the arena. They never planned on anyone using it as a weapon. It made them look stupid that he figured it out. I bet they had a good time trying to spin that one. Bet that’s why I don’t remember seeing it on television. It’s almost as bad as us and the berries!

I can’t help laughing, really laughing, for the first time in months. Peeta just shakes his head like I’ve lost my mind—and maybe I have, a little.

Almost, but not quite,” says Haymitch from behind us. I whip around, afraid he’s going to be angry over us watching his tape, but he just smirks and takes a swig from a bottle of wine.

saaracullen:

Yup, new Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark chibis.  Just trying out a new style. :)

CHIBI!!!!!

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“Nightlock”

Water to the lips, and the Mockingjay cries,
The curtain is falling, we turn to the sky
No cause to fight, no cause for war,
He asks, “What are they waiting for?”


Nightlock, Nightlock, set us free
Send us where we ought to be
Safety or eternity
Nightlock, Nightlock, cede to thee
Show the cameras, make them see   
Together on the count of three

The sky responds, the words come through
Unfinished these games, one victor not two.
The Capitol reigns , they don’t forgive.
They never intended on letting us live.

Nightlock, Nightlock, set us free
Send us where we ought to be
Safety or eternity
Nightlock, Nightlock, cede to thee
Show the cameras, make them see
Together on the count of three

I wish for death, he wants to leave  
Survival means I’ll always grieve
Rather I be the one who is dead
Than have to lose the Boy with the Bread.

Nightlock, Nightlock, set us free
Send us where we ought to be
Safety or eternity
Nightlock, Nightlock, cede to thee
Show the cameras, make them see
Together on the count of three

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