Let The 74th Hunger Games Begin!||1x1 With Myself and Dial||

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Haymitch angrily clenched his fist and threw a punch at Peeta. He caught the boy in the side of the head and picked up the bottle, cursing at how much had spilled onto the floor. "Stand up, both of you."

Katniss hesitated, afraid to get hit as Peeta did, but she eventually stood.

Haymitch looked over the two tributes, circling them like they were his next glass of liquor. "Do I have a pair of fighters this year?"

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Peeta recovers himself and grabs a handful of ice to put on his cheek. That was unexpected. He wondered what the other tributes will think when they see he already was hurt. Probably think he was an easy target. Someone who will be easy to kill. In his mind, Peeta cursed Haymitch. Maybe Haymitch did it on purpose. He quickly shook the thought away.

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Haymitch clapsed his hands together. Maybe.. That one word swung around his head like a storm. They may win.. He blinked, bringing himself back to earth.

Katniss spun to face Haymitch. "Could you at least train us sober?" She said, suprised at her own voice. She hadn't spoken much yet, and the strength in her own voice took her back.

Haymitch's mouth twitched into a wry smile. "Fine. I promise I will stay sober enough to help you, but you must promise to do everything I and your 'beauty makers' tell you."

Katniss crossed her arms across her chest firmly. She remained silent, and casted a small glance at Peeta.

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Peeta flinched as the ice touched his skin and laid the ice on his plate. "Fine," he growled. "So what's the plan, huh? What do we do when we get into the Games themselves?"

(Sometimes I want to kill writers block. I haven't posted this little since forever!)

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(As do I.. I have a nasty habit of posting little posts.. I get this awesome idea in my head of what to do for my next post, and as soon as I open the page, it disappears.. Rawr!)

\Haymitch folded his hands neatly together and sat down, placing his feet on the corner of the table. "When you get in, get the hell out of there as fast as you can. They can and will kill you with a simple flick of their wrist. Next; find water. Where water is, food usually is." He said shallowly. "But, before the games, when they are training you, do not do what your best at until you have a private session. Pay attention to the little things, like snares, finding food, starting a fire, ect." He added quickly and glanced at Katniss. "Are you good with knives?"

Katniss swiftly picked up a knife and threw it at the wall. She has just trying to get it to stick, but it ended up going inbetween the boards, making her appear better than she was. "I can't do much more, though."

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(Ikr! That is what happens to me most of the time. Sometimes I just have so many RPs going and I just can't think of anything to write.)

Peeta nodded. Then he snorted. "She can do way more. She can shoot an arrow amazingly. My dad buys her squirrels. She never pierces the skin. Always a direct eye hit. It's the same with the rabbits she hunts. She can take down a deer like that, too." He avoided Katniss' gaze, keeping his eyes locked onto Haymitch.

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Katniss's mouth twitched and her eye brow raised. What is he doing? "Don't count yourself out. He can throw hundred pound bags of flour around like skipping stones." She said, voice clear and crisp. "And he's good at wrestling. He got second place, only because his brother beat him."

Haymitch nodded. "Good, good.. I'm not sure if they'll have bows, but they might." He said and looked at Peeta. "Strength, huh?"

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"And what good is that?" Peeta retorted. "Last time I checked there aren't bags of flour in the Arena's. How many times have you seen someone wrestle someone to death?" He sneered. At least she had a chance. She'll probably be sitting up in a tree eating squirrels and birds and picking people off with arrows. "You know what my mother said when she came to see my? She said District 12 might have a winner this year, but she didn't mean me. She meant you!"

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Katniss opened her mouth to reply with a retort, but nothing came out. She blinked in suprise when he said his own mother said she might win. She snapped her mouth shut. "Thats not true." She said finally and sat down in the chair. Her eyes went distant and she stared at the table.

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"Yes it is." Peeta calmed only slightly. "I have no chance of winning. None." He picked at his food absently mindlessly, his appetite vanishing. Weird thing was, he didn't mind that his fate was to die and for Katniss not to. He wanted her to win. She has her sister to look after and he was sure that her 'friend' would want her to come home.