the snared boy

➸ | Through the crowd, I spot Gale looking back at me with a ghost of a smile. But suddenly I am thinking of Gale and his forty-two names in that big glass ball and how the odds are not in his favor.

I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.

i want my innocence back.

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Raise my flag, don my clothes It’s a revolution, I suppose

Catching Fire (2013): Opening Scene

The Social Network (2010) Written by Aaron Sorkin Directed by David Fincher

       Posy’s shoes were too small and had worn out soles, and while she needed new ones, the girl wouldn’t beg for them. They needed money more than resources, but knowing her brother, he’d buy them anyways, along with clothes for Rory. Walking alongside him, “I was talking to Mama earlier about getting a job. I know that you work in the mines, but if I helped with laundry or cooking or anything around the District, I’d make some money. And hey, maybe if Vick and Rory helped you hunt, we could afford to buy you a new pair of boots. Which you desperately need.” She added, nudging his shoulder lightly.

        He wished he could be a real brother to his siblings sometimes. Someone who could laugh at their jokes and tease them in return. Someone who didn't portion out their food so they wouldn't starve till his next paycheck. He hated who he was sometimes. "Just... help Mama with the laundry or something." 

     Her scowl reaches quite mammoth proportions, but at his question, she nods, and bites back whatever angry comment she’d been about to throw his way. Her jaw juts out, and a new shade of determined indignation enters her eyes ; no, she’s not as good as her father was, not yet, but she’s a crack-shot, and a lack of experience with the bow is made up for in ability. “I’d be dead by now if I didn’t.” A pause, and her brows furrow. “How are you out here hunting if you can’t shoot? Are you just snaring things?”

        "Yeah... How'd you know? You been stealin' game from my snares?" Gale knew she hadn't-- in theory. She might have been, but he doubted it, especially if she could shoot. But something about this little girl being able to do something he couldn't made his face burn with embarrassment, so he had to say something to her-- something harsh and cold. Something that would drive her away, even though Gale wanted her to teach him to shoot. This is where being good with people would come in handy. 

-mockingjay 

Olesya smiled. She had been speechless at that amount of money only a few months ago. Maybe this could be a good thing, after all he looked to need it more than she did. “Starting now would probably be best. Which would you like to do?”

        "Whatever you need done the most," Gale answered safely and quickly. He would learn on the job, and ask questions if absolutely necessary. "You're in charge, so..." He tried to give the girl a teasing smile-- an effort to make her like him-- but Gale's smiles didn't really look like smiles. The best he could give were usually just smirky grimaces. 

        Madge’s eyes focused away from the green scenery and over to Gale as he spoke. “You can wander wherever you like, I don’t hand out tickets Hawthorne,” the blonde replied in a matter-of-factly tone. Pulling her jacket closer around her torso, she furrowed her brows. “Filthy Seam hands? I don’t think that about you Hawthorne but what’s the bread for anyways?”

        "My sister Posy's birthday is tomorrow." He rubbed his hands together, trying to generate some warmth in the cold. Spring had arrived, but freak cold fronts weren't uncommon in Twelve. "The cheese buns are her favorite."