I'm new here! My name is Clara she/her. I prbly won't be on a lot but I love THG
What's on your mind?
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I set the wooden table with fresh Asters and daisys on the checkered tablecloth. Mom sets the dish of Katniss Tubers and dark gravy on the table, the steam rising and twisting like ribbons of unique beauty. "When will Father be home?" I ask, adjusting the flowers so daisys are the outside and the purple asters on the inside.
"Soon. The bakery and gallary are busy today. And you know how he gets when ge starts a new painting. But we have some news, so he promised to be home as early as possible. I nod, going back to the counter for the salt and pepper, wondering, what news they could have possibly have. Maybe Uncle Haymitch is going to visit for HayHay Jr.'s birthday! I think excitidly. Uncle Haymitch and I have always gotten together quite well, and I love him. He's my favorite uncle. Well, my only uncle, if you don't count Uncle Beetee and Uncle Flavius. We don't see Beetee and Flavius very much, but when we do, it is a very odd show.
When father does arrive, the first thing he does is kiss mom and smile like he won't ever see her again. But, with their story, I don't blame him. Then he ruffles my hair and claims "I can't beleive your still here! No running to the woods, today, eh?" (It's an old joke. When I was 7, I was mad because Father didn't bring cheese buns for dinner and threanted to run away to the woods)
Then HayHay Jr. runs in, trailing his "superhero" cape tied around his shoulders and we sit down and eat. After we have been served and had our first helpings, Mom finally says, "Alright, kids, me and your father have some news."
I look up from dipping my bun in my gravy and straighten, hoping Uncle Haymitch really is coming.
Mom seems to look at father for assurance before continuing: "An old friend and his family is coming to visit. We have not seen him in 22 years, and didn't even visit his wedding. He wrote a letter last month asking to see us and we decided since school is out in two weeks...he could stay for the summer."
I feel my stomach pitting up. I think I know who she is talking about. But HayHay Jr. says it for me, "Who is it, mommy?"
She lets out a breath, and holds Fathers hand. She glances at me and says, "Your Uncle Gale, sweetie."
My heart drops. I slam my hand down hard the table and stand up, knocking my chair to the floor. "No!"
Father looks confused and looks over at Mom, saying, "What's wrong? Why is she upset?" Then something dawns on him. "You didn't..."
Mom looks even more upset. "I had to, Peeta, she was old enough."
He groans then looks back at me, glaring at the two, having a conversation that makes no sense. "Willow, you've never even met him."
Outraged, I scream, "No! Because of him, I don't have an aunt! Because of him-Mom's Sister is dead! dead! Murdered, father!"
Suddenly his eyes darken, shrink into his skull, and his jaw clamps shut. He grabs hold of the edges of the seat, pulling and pushing it at the same time. Tension. I've only seem him like this once before, when Mom had to bring the the family dog, Rue, to the vet to be put down because she was too old. Mom lets out a gasp, tears running down her face, she grabs a hold of Father, hugging him and whispering to him. HayHay is crying now, too.
I run out the door, running, running, until I get to the the woods. The fence has long since been removed, and wild animals always wander around. I run into the wood, hearing my words echoing and the long since joke since I was 7. I dash across the spring, the sun setting on my back and the squirlles running way, the birds squaking to each other.
End of Part 2
Hi everyone! I know this was about 20 minutes late, but school got in the way, lol. I hope you liked this eposide, and please rememeber, that no, I do not beleive that 'gale killed prim' I just included it for story's sake, so please do not hate me for that. Have a wonderful day!
I knot the flowers together, the green stems coloring my thumbs. The Chain is about 8 primroses long, the blooms of yellow, white, pink, and purple looking like a rainbow against the evergreen grass. The Sun burns against my back, the slight breeze doing nothing to pause the heat. I got the Idea at school, watching the Mockingjays singing Rue's song at recess. It will look so pretty against my window and the lavender walls of my room. I'm adding the tenth one when I hear Mom's Voice: "Willow, honey? Where are you? We need to talk!" pouring out the Kitchen window. I sigh and lay the wreath on the rock next me and run across the meadow to the house, barefoot as always.
I enter the vivid kitchen decreated with Rues and Primroses, the smell of baked katnisses with gravy in the oven and Father's freshly baked baked bread in the air. I've always admired our kitchen, so much prettier than my friends. Mom sits on the bar stool at the Island, her dark hair a large wave against her olive skin and gray eyes. She smiles lightly at me. "You look just like her, Willow."
I nodd. Aunt Prim. I never met her, she was dead long before I came to the world, and I don't know the whole story, but when mom talks about her, her eyes get sad and mournful, full of love and fear. I don't look like her at all, (from what I know what she looked like) I look like mom, and her father. I have Father's bright blue eyes and mom's dark hair and skin. But mom inisits that I have the same face as Aunt Prim and same stance, "fresh a raindrop, ready to take flight.."
I sit down across her and say "Mom? What's wrong?"
She lets out a shakey sigh, and looks down at the Island, then back at me. "She was just 12, did you know that Honey?"
"yes. You know about the Hunger games, right? They explained that in school?"
The thought of what happend for 75 years makes me want to cry.
"Good. She was only 12 when it all started...you are old enough to come to terms to the whole story now aren't you? You are 12."
My eyes widen. I finally get to know? "Yes, yes-. Yes, I am ready."
She frowns. "I wish your father was here, but this my story. After all, she was my sister..." she let's out a small smile. "Your father has a story too, do you know it?"
"Which one?" I say
She laughs at at that. "He has a lot of stories, doesn't he? He's always been good with words."
"Mom...Is his 'story' the one of you and him falling in love?"
She laughs again, a rarity. "Yes, yes, it is. However, you have to be 16 for that one..."
"Honey, me and him we were 16,"
"Ok, maybe 14. But I have a story to tell. Are you ready?"
I let out a breath, preparing for the darkness. "Yes."
And a story it is. Aunt Prim was 12 when she had her first reaping. She was entered once. Mom did not worry about Prim getting called as tribute, that was impossible. But it was possible. And "Primrose Everdeen!" was called. Out of fear and love, Mom voluntered for her. When the war began, Aunt Prim was studying to be a doctor at District 13. When the districts finally attaked the capitol, it was chaos. At Snow's mansion, he had gathered all the capitol children into a circle armed with guards in the blizzard that froze the poor children. Mom tells me she still does not know why they are there, though proposes the idea of them being Snows "Body sheild" which is horrible. But if can kill 24 kids every year, a whole district, 12 district's hope, and the capitol's smartness, who knows what he can do? Then some parachutes came and blew up the children. District 13 nurses and doctors rushed to their aid, including Aunt Prim. And suddenly, they blew up again. All surviors and and rescures were killed instantly. Prim was no longer. Even though it was found Alma Coin was the one who killed them to make the capitol beleive Snow had killed them to get them on their side, and Mom killed Coin, She couldn't get over the knowledge of knowing that her best friend, Gale, had created the invention that killed her sister. Gale never told her wether he knew what Coin was using it for and after the war ended they never saw each other again.
I gasp, I had always assumed she had died from being captured and tourtured to death or something. This was way worse. I couldn't beleived I carried the namesake of a murdered sister. Well, aunt.
"Mom?" I say when she is finished.
"Yes. Safer than safe. But we are human, so who knows?"
Then she says something even more unexpected at dinner.
End of part 1.
I hope you enjoyed! I know I did writing it! What did you think? What should happen next? What did katniss say at dinner? Let me know!
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Could someone make a page for Prospero, the male tribute from 3 in the 73rd Games? He was in an early version of the script. I'm not talented enough to create a page.
Link for the early script:
OMG I went back to edit something in my last post about Families and when i saved it, It deleted EVERYTHING I did, and only kept the Title! Can someone please help???
I remember seeing this in some wiki, but I don't remember where or when. So this will be a story type game. Each reply, type 3 words. You can include a period or other punctuation to emphasize where a sentence ends or something.
One day, Katniss
(Now someone respond with three words to continue the story)
What hunger games character resembles Clementine from TWD most?
Clove + Rue = Clementine? (NO THIS IS NOT A SHIP SO THIS DOESNT CONFUSE YOU)
Also wha da hek
So in the book I feel like Katniss and Peeta refalling in love, or whatever we're calling it, was rushed through. In my opinion it was just a quick way to make the epilogue make sense. I'm an Everlark shipper as much as anybody, but I think the movie did a better job portraying their relationship. i liked the way the book ended, on the fact Katniss and Peeta ended up together, but couldn't you at least add another chapter on them coming closer. It just seems that the whole thing was skimmed over, and then 10-15 years later they are married. Am I crazy, or what?
So florida doesn't exist in Panem?!
(I mean I'm not complaining)
But still. Btw would the capital be some city like Denver or Salt Lake City?
What was everyone's favorite line from the movies, least favorite line from the movies? What was the line that made you laugh the most and which one made you cry the most? I'll start:
Fav: "Always" Peeta Mellark
Least Fav: "I have my hair" Effie Trinket
Laugh: "Stay alive" Haymitch Abernathy
Cry: “If you die and i live there's no life for me back in District 12. You're my whole life. I would never be happy again.” Peeta Mellark
this one's from the book, I couldn't find the exact movie one
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I was playing hunger games simulator (the one where you can edit the profiles), and then the last 2 tributes died and i got stuck 😭, but i figured how to reset.
There would be no reaping balls, he would be the one who reaped the kids.
“Alright, here are the notes, deliver them to all reaped tributes.”
”As I should.”
Corio and his muttated horses flew in the sky delivering each note to the tribute’s houses.
When the tributes arrived at the training center, Snow came up.
”HAPPY X-MAS GAMES!!!!”