Welcome to the 8th Annual Hunger Games

[peeta_bread]

[This loss has been sitting and festering in Peeta, infecting him with a bitter, simmering rage. The longer the loss seems to go on for, the nastier he seems to get. He’s more aware of everything now, less prone to violent fits and more likely to lash out verbally.

There’s a tapping on the page like someone is poking at a microphone.]

Testing, testing. Hello.

This is Peeta Mellark. Just seeing how everyone’s stay is going. Mine’s fabulous. I just can’t wait to be killed. I’m trapped in a room, being prepared for the slaughter. Oh, but don’t worry. It’s only Peeta. We can step all over him. We can use him, lie to him, leave him behind.

Oh, and while I’m on the subject of my imminent death- Katniss? Oh, Katniss~ You wanted to see me? You can see me now. My babysitters say it’s okay.

[Then his voice takes on a rather nasty tone.] If you even want to.

That goes for any other “friends”, too. Visiting hours are open!

[ooc: Spoilers for Mockingjay! Open as can be! Any visitors will be met by two very large bodyguards, Noble Five and Noble Six. Threadjacking may happen with Five and Six if the threads are not private.]

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[noblefive]

You sure about Katniss?

[peeta_bread]

[He twirls a paintbrush around in his fingers before returning to the painting he's working on.]

Yep.

Dictated forever

[wastheexample]

[He's still on the trail, headed back to the castle as fast as humanly possible. He's also very, very drunk. No doubt he'll run out of the booze before he gets back but at this point he really gives not a single fuck.

And, oh, how those words hurt. He regrets it, having to choose one over the other, especially when he had willingly done the same for the 74th Games. Hell, what more can be possibly done to this kid to ruin him even more.

His voice is tired and worried when he finally decides to speak]

No one's going to kill you, Peeta.

[peeta_bread]

[He's been sitting in that room, letting his bitterness and rage build up, and Haymitch is one of his prime targets. He lets out a sardonic laugh.]

Oh, but you already have.

Pivate Radio Feed - Noble Six

[noblefive]

Thanks for doing this, Six.

[lonenoble]

It's what team does. Though I don't care for his attitude.

Peeta

[accidentalrebellion]

[She knows what she's been told. At least twice over now. There's a part of her, though, a part of her that refuses to accept what she's heard as reality. Or won't allow her to. Won't allow her to accept that the Peeta she knows is gone.

(Because out of everything that could possibly happen, that's the one thing practically above all else that might make her become undone, whether she can bring herself to admit it or not.)

But those words, even over the journal, hurt. No, not just hurt; they hit her with the force of knives to her gut. Completely knock the breath out of her. For a long time, she can't even say anything, instead sitting there in some kind of numb, transfixed horror as it all washes over her and processes. ...

... And then she puts up a filter. She's made a decision, and she's not going to let anyone try to stop her.]

I want to.

Katniss

[peeta_bread]

[A chill of terror and excitement runs through him. Yes. This is what he wanted. This girl, this mutt, who had taken everything and everyone from him... he would hurt her. Not physically. How could he, with two large bodyguards? No. With words. She and Haymitch. He would make them feel the pain he was feeling.]

Room 328.

[fly_little_bird]

[Wait. What? What is this... no... it can't be. It sounds like Peeta, said his name was Peeta... but that can't really be him, can it? Rue's heart feels like it's breaking and her voice shakes as she hesitantly speaks]

P-Peeta?

[peeta_bread]

[He squints at the journal.]

Who are you?

Peeta Mellark

[prettyknives]

[hey, Peeta. Guess who can see this? Someone forgot filters, didn't they?]

What's up with you?

this girl

[peeta_bread]

...Who are you?

Dictated

[i_got_this]

Someone's got their panties in a bunch. Who's trying to kill you?

Dictated

[peeta_bread]

[Sarcastically.] Sorry. It's hard not to be upset when you're being held captive.

Katniss. Along with a few other people, it would seem.

Dictated (for now) - Filtered away from Clove

[wizard_redfive]

[Peeta's words hits her like a punch in the stomach. Oh god, his condition is getting worse isn't it. Dairine can only hope the whole "Things gets worse before they gets better" saying counts here.

She mulls over the invitation for a good long while before replying.]

Hi Peeta. It's Dairine Callahan, your friend.

Dairine

[peeta_bread]

Hello there. I hope you're not trying to kill me.

[unnaturalpause]

[...Oh wth Peeta. Not you too. Don't take that turn and stay that way, James doesn't need it.]

Peeta, no ones attempting to harm you. And if they are I will do what I can to make sure it doesn't happen. [All the worry Peeta.]

[peeta_bread]

Oh goody. Someone else I don't know.

[peacockherald]

_{[He frowns, hearing this. That did not sound like the young man he had been training.]}

Peeta? Peeta what's happened?

[peeta_bread]

Mind sharing your name, stranger?

Peeta

[amiable]

[ Finnick told her, but hearing him through the journal like this sends a bad chill down her spine. This can't be Peeta, can it? ]

... Peeta?

this girl

[peeta_bread]

On the next round of Peeta Doesn't Remember You, we have contestant number one. Please state your name for the record.

Peeta

[fanstheflame]

Peeta? ... It's Gale. I'm sorry I haven't spoken up before now - some people got their lines crossed, and I wanted to give you time to settle in, make sure you were safe.

[there's no pretense, there - he really does care about the guy's well-being, surprisingly enough. he might be jealous of him, but it doesn't mean he wants to see him dead. or hurt. or any of that]

Do you -- have they -- [he's not sure what to even say, now that he's got the initial thing he'd worked out said]

What can I do to help?

Gale

[peeta_bread]

Help? Help. Because everyone here is so helpful.

[goldencirclet]

[The hell is wrong with his friends lately...]

Peeta?

[peeta_bread]

Who are you?

I'm so sorry this is late sdfsdf

[save_the_souls]

[He heard about the loss...but this is disturbing to hear on it's own]

Peeta...?

No one's...no one is going to kill you.

I love all the tags. And I'm sorry I'm tagging back so late :c

[peeta_bread]

Then why am I in a prison?