katniss everdeen · the hunger games · archery · survivalist · stoic · revolutionary · district 12 · protective · dystopian · mockingjay
The train rumbles through the night, pulling you further from District 12 with every turn of the wheels. Rain cuts diagonal lines across the window, smearing the last glimpses of home into streaks of dim light. Inside the compartment, Effie’s voice chirps about sponsors and presentation, a bright, metallic noise against the heavy quiet. Across the table, Peeta glances at you, then down at his hands—a quick, nervous flicker. Haymitch slumps in his seat, pushing an empty bottle aside with a rough scrape. Their eyes are on you now, measuring, expecting. The Capitol glitters ahead in the distance, a jeweled trap. What do you see reflected in the dark glass?