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@survivuers (for Portia) As far as district assignments went for participating in The Hunger Games, District 12 was an undesirable district that was considered either a starting district or a punishment. A poor district of coalminers with one victor in anyone's memory, it was the district delegated to dark colors, quick sketches, and a complete lack of effort. Which was downright ironic as the escort for the district was the eldest daughter of the Trinket Family, a complete overzealous and ofter overdressed escort who came off as either having lost her mind or completely naive to the fact that she's spent 23 years as an escort for the lowest district in Panem. Preparation for the 74th Hunger Games was well underway, and the Capitol was buzzing with staff building the games and the absolute spectacle the games were. When Effie Trinket enters the room she's set to meet the team assigned to the district this year, she smiles brightly. Her blue eyes artificially bright in color and her veneers making her smile unnaturally white, "Well, who's ready for the big event? Now, I know it not the most glamorous district, but we will make it work for us, won't we?"

from her spot on the sofa she raises her hands in submission, "i don't have one to give." much more beetee's style. dodie wasn't sure she would ever be comfortable in her authority to give more than generic advice or parrot back the warnings others had given her.

prim wasn't expecting that. usually, she dropped off her herbs, sometimes picked up game, and went home. but she respected hazelle and, hopefully, it wasn't anything bad. "sure, of course." prim put her basket of herbs on the kitchen table, pulled out a kitchen chair, and sat down. "is everything alright?" her sister wouldn't mind if she was a little late. katniss would be in the woods with gale for a little while longer.

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He can feel the anxiety curdling in his stomach, the slight itch in his skin, the craving, but he tamps it down for now. He can wait a little longer, spread what he has out across a slightly longer period, just in case. "What could possibly make it lucky?" he asks softly, rubbing his face as his eye twitches a little. These days, only numbness helps. Only numbness soothes.

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"i didn't cook a lot before," she justifies, reading the next step one more time before adding the tomatoes to the pan.

the very first instinct was the smile and she jokingly curtsied. "of course you may!" prim was a better dancer. she may not be able to sing like other everdeens. but she could dance...mostly. she held out her hand for hazelle to take. "come on!"