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.]

Comments

[wastheexample]

[Oh...ow. Just stab right where it hurts, Peeta]

You know it's not like that.

[peeta_bread]

I'm not really sure of anything anymore, Haymitch.

[wastheexample]

Then be sure of this. I hate the Capitol more than anything in this world. Why would I willingly throw you to them?

Like it or not, I actually give a damn about you. It'd give me nothing to gain from leaving you behind on purpose.

[peeta_bread]

So why did you do it?! Why did you choose that murderer over me?!

[wastheexample]

I thought she'd have a better chance of surviving. [Now is the time for honesty. If ever there was a time for it, it's now]

[peeta_bread]

[There's a pause. Then his voice is hollow.]

I never had a chance, did I? My survival's been a fluke. I've always been meant to die.

[wastheexample]

I didn't know they'd change the rules. Not saying I'm not glad they did, I am.

But no. I didn't expect you to come out of it.

[peeta_bread]

[A longer pause.] Nobody did. Not even me.

[Then, sharply:] I have nothing left to say to you.

[He flips the journal closed.]

[wastheexample]

[Bye less favourite child :(]