➥ ladies and gentlemen: district 12 | video
[There's only Katniss and Peeta in the dead of night on the field. They're near the lake, looking exhausted and spent. Peeta's got a tourniquet on his leg and Katniss looks about the same as she ever does in these games. But it definitely looks like they're waiting for something. And they are...]
What are they waiting for? [From Peeta.]
I don't know.
Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed. [Claudius Templesmith's voice booms.] Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.
[And now both tributes are sitting there, in shock. They were told they could both win, they're the only two left. And now....]
If you think about it... it's not that surprising. [Then Peeta struggles to his feet. Makes for katniss almost, his hand going to the knife at his belt.
Instantly her bow is loaded and aimed at his heart. Peeta raises his eyebrows, then tosses the knife into the lake. Katniss lowers her own weapon, the shame clear on her face.] No. Do it.
I can't. I won't.
Do it before they send those mutts back. I don't want to die like Cato.
Then you shoot me! [She shoves the weapons at him.] You shoot me and go home and live with it!
You know I can't. Fine. I'll go away first.
[With that Peeta bends down and rips the bandage off his bad leg. The only thing really keeping him alive.]
No! You can't kill yourself. [Desperately tries to plaster the bandage back onto his leg.]
Katniss, it's what I want.
You're not leaving me here alone!
[He pulls Katniss to her feet now.] Listen, we both know they have to have a victor. It can only be one of us. Please, take it. For me.
[And it's obvious she's not listening anymore. Something's clicking in her head. And soon she's fumbling for her pocket, but Peeta grabs her wrist.] I won't let you.
Trust me. [She whispers. She takes the berries out and gives half to him, half to herself.] On the count of three. [Peeta leans down and kisses Katniss now, a very gentle moment in itself.] On the count of three.
Hold them out. I want everyone to see. [They stand back to back now, empty hands locked tight and berries held high in the air.]
One.
Two.
Three!
[Their hands go straight to their mouths, the berries just making it past their lips when the trumpets suddenly blare and Claudius' voice is frantic and desperate, shouting at them.]
Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. I give you -- the tributes of District Twelve!
[[ ooc: bold = peeta, italics = claudius, normal = katniss, red = katniss and peeta.
no death or murder in this scene. ]]
What are they waiting for? [From Peeta.]
I don't know.
Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed. [Claudius Templesmith's voice booms.] Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.
[And now both tributes are sitting there, in shock. They were told they could both win, they're the only two left. And now....]
If you think about it... it's not that surprising. [Then Peeta struggles to his feet. Makes for katniss almost, his hand going to the knife at his belt.
Instantly her bow is loaded and aimed at his heart. Peeta raises his eyebrows, then tosses the knife into the lake. Katniss lowers her own weapon, the shame clear on her face.] No. Do it.
I can't. I won't.
Do it before they send those mutts back. I don't want to die like Cato.
Then you shoot me! [She shoves the weapons at him.] You shoot me and go home and live with it!
You know I can't. Fine. I'll go away first.
[With that Peeta bends down and rips the bandage off his bad leg. The only thing really keeping him alive.]
No! You can't kill yourself. [Desperately tries to plaster the bandage back onto his leg.]
Katniss, it's what I want.
You're not leaving me here alone!
[He pulls Katniss to her feet now.] Listen, we both know they have to have a victor. It can only be one of us. Please, take it. For me.
[And it's obvious she's not listening anymore. Something's clicking in her head. And soon she's fumbling for her pocket, but Peeta grabs her wrist.] I won't let you.
Trust me. [She whispers. She takes the berries out and gives half to him, half to herself.] On the count of three. [Peeta leans down and kisses Katniss now, a very gentle moment in itself.] On the count of three.
Hold them out. I want everyone to see. [They stand back to back now, empty hands locked tight and berries held high in the air.]
One.
Two.
Three!
[Their hands go straight to their mouths, the berries just making it past their lips when the trumpets suddenly blare and Claudius' voice is frantic and desperate, shouting at them.]
Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. I give you -- the tributes of District Twelve!
[[ ooc: bold = peeta, italics = claudius, normal = katniss, red = katniss and peeta.
no death or murder in this scene. ]]