he doesn't like his username.

[deadalready]

Be happy I can't actually kill you.

Comments

[shenevermisses]

Better than what she originally planned.

[deadalready]

I didn't like that one either. She thought it was funny, that bitch.

At least yours is good.

[shenevermisses]

She had a few things worse in mind for me.

[god_not_goth]

A simple neanderthal created by a culture the breed violence to get a prize in exchange for their freedom.

I don't know why anyone would find that a muse for their writing.

[stillplaying]

[She doesn't really want to talk to Cato. Not when his screams still clearly haunt her dreams. She'll never forget those mutts. Never forget taking his life, no matter how much of a mercy kill it might've been.

But he still deserves something of a warning. All of them, do.]

At least it's only a name.

[And not a thought of a game.]

[deadalready]

That supposed to cheer me up?

[:|]

[stillplaying]

[A slight shrug.] Better than a game.

[victorbychance]

I heard the alternatives. I think you're pretty lucky.

[deadalready]

[Oh. It's you.]

Not as lucky as you Lover Boy.

[And he can't help but grin...]

How's the leg?

[victorbychance]

[If Peeta's bothered, he doesn't let it show. He's dealt with worse on a daily basis in his own house.]

Well, it stopped bleeding.

[deadalready]

Good. [Except he doesn't sound too happy. You still won when he should have.]

So, how do you like it?

[victorbychance]

It took getting used to. [A shrug. He doesn't really want to talk about the leg.] Like walking with a permanent crutch you can't feel.

[deadalready]

[Smirkity.]

I meant being a victor.

[Dummy.]

[victorbychance]

[The avoidance didn't even ruffle Cato's feathers. Enh, he'll get his chance.]

Oh. Well, so far, I've lost a leg. [Total innocence.]

[luxecareer]

They don't usually care what we think...