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fuelforthefireIt takes hours for the news crews to give up and go home, their chance of getting a good story evaporating as the night starts to set in. The police take longer, eventually locating another mine directly across from the one that was set off. That weighs heavily, knowing that the two tributes from any District were often placed across from each other. I honestly can't remember where we were situated in our first Games, but it still seems like a message. Like someone saying they know I'm here.
When everyone finally clears out it's late, dark except for the moon. My eyes adjust easily. They don't have street lights out this far, just like they'd never used them in Twelve, except in the Square after Thread came. I wait until I'm sure that everyone has cleared out and even then I head off toward my house and not in the direction of Katniss' tree. In case anyone's watching I doesn't want to give away more than I have to. How much have I changed since that first reaping? When I trusted the people around me so easily and didn't think about survival tactics.
A quarter of an hour passes before I head out again, leaving the light and television on inside my house when I go. Not that it'll fool anyone for long, and if there are cameras like in the Arena it won't fool anyone watching, I know. But I have to try to make it safe. The way to Katniss and Prim's house has started to grow over, the path we'd beaten my first few months here disused. That again makes me sad, but I don't have the luxury of that. I need to talk to Katniss, to decide how we're going to keep playing this game. Just when I thought we'd stopped.
I tap at her door and call out her name as I open it. The last thing I want is to end up with an arrow in my shoulder because I scared her.
When everyone finally clears out it's late, dark except for the moon. My eyes adjust easily. They don't have street lights out this far, just like they'd never used them in Twelve, except in the Square after Thread came. I wait until I'm sure that everyone has cleared out and even then I head off toward my house and not in the direction of Katniss' tree. In case anyone's watching I doesn't want to give away more than I have to. How much have I changed since that first reaping? When I trusted the people around me so easily and didn't think about survival tactics.
A quarter of an hour passes before I head out again, leaving the light and television on inside my house when I go. Not that it'll fool anyone for long, and if there are cameras like in the Arena it won't fool anyone watching, I know. But I have to try to make it safe. The way to Katniss and Prim's house has started to grow over, the path we'd beaten my first few months here disused. That again makes me sad, but I don't have the luxury of that. I need to talk to Katniss, to decide how we're going to keep playing this game. Just when I thought we'd stopped.
I tap at her door and call out her name as I open it. The last thing I want is to end up with an arrow in my shoulder because I scared her.
