( The day of the reaping was hot and sultry. )

Katniss was at a loss as to what to do with her things ( Read more... )

Two and a half weeks ( Read more... )

When Katniss returned to her room after today's run, she found a box marked with Haymitch's uneven scrawl on her doorstop. Of course she knew what it was, but that didn't mean she had to open it right away ( Read more... )

Katniss had spent her morning experiencing her first hangover, then being harshly woken by Peeta.

And then she'd been pushed back to Fandom, but with plenty on her mind. Peeta was right: this time they had an advantage. They could train. They would train. They'd become Careers. She would work hard here, to keep her skills sharp and her muscles ( Read more... )

( Katniss had no idea how long she stayed there, but she suddenly realized where she needed to be )

Katniss had done her best not to pout through her time in District Twelve. Having Prim along to bring her back had helped, and even seeing her mother had made her feel a little more comforted.

( However, the very fact that they were even announcing the Quarter Quell so early made her feel antsy )

Katniss had chalked up the prep team's insistence to simply feeling useless, and her own ragged appearance. They'd dragged her back to Cinna's room, where she'd been buffed, sanded, manicured and blown dry ( Read more... )