[Peeta sinks his knife into Brutus' chest again. He was sitting next to the body, driving the knife in over and over. He closes his eyes for a moment, sickened by the act. When he opens his eyes, he lets out a gasp. Had the arena changed? Was this even Panem? Brutus' body is gone, but Peeta still holds the bloody knife.]

Katniss?

[Peeta crawls ( Read more... )

[With not much to say, more doodles appear on the page. Drawings of horrible looking monsters that could resemble dogs, of bows, arrows, knives and lastly a giant horn. He's entranced in this, trying to get it of his memory, sitting in front of his room.]

[Peeta's trying to bake some bread, his speciality. He's on his fourth attempt, each with burnt and black results, he forgets that his journal is open and starts muttering to himself for all to hear. He's not hapy and the kitchen has started to reek of his failure during the second loaf.]

I use to do this every day...! Why can't I now?

[With that, ( Read more... )

[With a leg that's feeling much better and a journal with blank pages, the blond teen doesn't know what much to do with it besides doodle all over one of the pages.

The finished product has what he knows best - food, a girl with braided hair, and even a corner sun. Content with it, he decides what he wants to ask first out of all the ones reeling in ( Read more... )

[Hello Paradisa, there are now two dirt-covered, shocked-looking teenagers in your lobby. One is currently bleeding from the huge chunk missing from his calf while the other is already on her feet, a silver bow drawn in her hands]

Where are we?

I don't know, Peeta... I've never seen this place before. [A sudden gasp] Your leg!

I guess that's kind of ( Read more... )