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Miraculously Peeta and Katniss had made it out of the first games alive, but now, the huntress had to endure yet another game. The Quarter Quell. This time, she didnβt see herself walking out of those games alive. The chances were just too β
@StrappingValor β white T-shirt and walked up to the roof and sat down at the edge, gazing down at the still busy city life below. The force field looked different this time. It glowed like a rainbow, as a cruel reminder that it was still there and no β
@StrappingValor β of Finnick before the gamemakers can get to them.
βKatniss, enough! Youβre gonna get us all killed!β Sheβs thrashing around in his arms, her eyes never leaving Finnickβs. Her hands sink into Peetaβs arms, squeezing hard for a moment before β
@StrappingValor β underestimate him. Heβs stronger than he looks.β After shooting off her last arrow, she sat the quiver and bow back to their assigned spots and went back over to the knot-tying station to make a noose.
@StrappingValor β could rest.
The next morning at the weapon station with Peeta, she looked over when he called Finnick a show off, scoffed and rolled her eyes as she started shooting at moving targets with her bow and arrow.
βYeah well, canβt β
@StrappingValor β myself. I feel like apologizing to him when I shouldnβt even give a damn.β Her eyes flicker over to Peetaβs, laughing dryly without humor. βPathetic, right?β
@StrappingValor β the pot. To unnerve him, I guess? I didnβt think it would get hostile that quick.β She sighed and slid a hand over her face and through her hair stressfully.
βIt was stupid. Normally I donβt do stuff like that. Iβm scared and Iβm not being β