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[theaxeismypenis]

So this is where I'm supposed to urge you to stop, right? Be all like [In a high, mocking voice:] noooo, mun, nooooo! Canon review first, mun, don't send me anywhere mean, nooooo!

[Normal voice:] Trust me, whatever you've got in store is a fucking picnic compared to my life.

So go ahead! Do it! I'm ready for whatever you can dish out. Let's see how hard you fail.

One thing though: this icon situation? Yeah, not happening. Ten minutes of searching and then giving up is not gonna cut it. Not with me. I want all the icons. Everything you've got.

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[findthisdistracting]

So you can show off all the nothing you've got on, right? Can't say I mind the thought.

[theaxeismypenis]

You're just jealous because I look hotter in a bikini than you do.

[findthisdistracting]

Not really, but you do have pretty great boobs.

[theaxeismypenis]

Okay, sweetie. Go ahead and tell yourself that.

[findthisdistracting]

Hey, I said you have great boobs. I've just seen better.

[imbiber]

[Well said. Haymitch raises her a glass.]

You must be the most charming person I know. And that includes some seriously stiff competition.

[theaxeismypenis]

Anything for the fans. [Have a bitch-smile.]

[imbiber]

[So just like a normal smile for her right? Hurr hurr.]

Anything? That's a dangerous word.

[theaxeismypenis]

[Pretty much.]

[Danger? That's the real joke, although this sound isn't so much a laugh as a bitter kind of bark.] Fans aren't scary. They love us, right?

[imbiber]

[A solemn nod.]

To pieces.

But that's how all the kids who went after you ended up, right?

[Like, in pieces. Get it??]

[anniesgonemad]

...at least you have them.
I don't count. No one remembers, no one knows. Hardly a victor. They all forget.

[theaxeismypenis]

At least one person remembers you.

[Johanna kind of has a soft spot for Annie even though she tries really, really hard not to admit it. Mostly she's friends with Finnick and Finnick is obviously stupid for her, which makes a little twinge in her black, shriveled heart.]

[anniesgonemad]

[she shakes her head.]

More do. The families of tributes I killed. Tributes I outlived. They remember me and hate me.

Would rather they forget about me. Don't want to be hated.

[theaxeismypenis]

You're loved, too. I'd rather be loved and hated than loved and dead.

[anniesgonemad]

Loved and alive? Or hated and dead?

[orator]

Maybe you can take me with you. I don't think the Capitol's rooming arrangements are working out.

[theaxeismypenis]

Yeah? Let's see how you do then, Bakerboy.

[orator]

[He grins at that. It's refreshing, talking to someone who doesn't pretend to play nice. Sometimes Johanna reminds him of Katniss a bit — which he would never, ever say aloud.]

People always like fresh bread, wherever they are. I might do pretty well.

[theaxeismypenis]

Don't get too excited. Most of the people you'll find have seen fresh bread more than three times in their lives.

[incendie]

They're sick enough to call them games. [ All of them are. The people here, everyone in the Capitol. It's not a game when you're part of it ] They might not fail.

[theaxeismypenis]

She hasn't read the books in what, a year? The completely unfounded vote of confidence is cute, though.

[incendie]

I can't have confidence that something will work for us. It hasn't before.

[fire_punk]

That's what I thought. Now I have to figure out people and this mentoring thing.

*Laatest tag but eek Johanna*

[andproper]

Where are you going?

[theaxeismypenis]

Nowhere yet. I get to just sit pretty right here, isn't that fun. [She spits the word out like throwing a knife.]