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Post by Camellia Vincent on Sept 5, 2010 19:31:51 GMT -5
Catniss And Peeta Mel took in the familiar surroundings of the Seam. All of the illegal trading, the broken fences, things that would certainly be fixed, that is if the capitol had any idea that these things were here. That is what scared Mel the most about a District Twelve victor. All of the publicity that would come with it would certainly lead to the closing of the trading areas, and the fixing of the fence. It was for this reason that Mel was slightly relieved that none of the district twelve tributes ever seemed to make it to the end.
Mel let her blue eyes look once over everything before continuing on her way. She walked confidently, as usual over the Catniss’ house. Mel loved the Everdeens dearly, Especially Primrose. Catniss was one of Mel’s best friends, but then, she was also one of Mel’s only friends. Mel raised her freckly hand to the door, she was intent on knocking, but she then realized the date. It was Sunday, certainly Gale and Catniss would be off in the woods hunting as they did every Sunday. Mel considered going out to find her. Ever since the incident when Mel was twelve, she had no fear of the woods, and had enjoyed being in them. Still, she feared being caught, and therefore didn’t go out often.
Mel decided that she would wait for Catniss, it would give her some time to thing. The reaping day was nearly upon Panem. In the eyes of almost every district citizen it was the worst thing that ever happened to the world. True, the world had been destroyed, but frankly, Mel would rather have been destroyed than be a slave to the Capitol. She would rather be dead than live in fear. But there had never been the option of death for her. True, her father didn’t really need, or want her, but she knew that she was all he had left of Clover, her mother.
((Sorry it’s short)) [/center]
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Post by Peeta Mellark on Sept 5, 2010 22:09:22 GMT -5
His father handed him two loaves and Peeta pushed them into the rough burlap sack.
'You know where Mrs. Celaren lives, right?' His father inquired.
Peeta stared at his father for a moment, thinking. His father could have been his brother, with matching blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. His father didn't look near his fifty years, he looked forty, at the most.
'In the Seam, right?' he said, hiding his discomfort with calling it that. It always seemed like an insult when an outsider said it.
'Yes,' his father said, brusquely. 'Remember she's not well, so she said to leave it on the table just inside.'
Peeta nodded, then pulled the strings to tighten the bag's opening. 'See you later.' He tossed the bag lightly over his shoulder.
He bounded out the door, a bell tinkled above his head as it swung shut behind him. The square was crowded with folks going about their daily business. Peeta walked on through, not stopping to talk to anyone. The Seam was on the outskirts of town, maybe a fifteen minute walk from his home. It was starting to get chillier out, as autumn neared, so he hurried, eager to get back to the warmth of the bake shop.
As he turned down the lane where Mrs. Celaren lived he noticed a familiar brunette head in another home's doorway. It was a few houses to the left of the one he was looking for, and he wasn't sure whose it was. It certainly wasn't the brunette's.
'Mel!' he called, a wide smile, splitting his face. He trotted to the end of the walk leading to the house.
'What're you doing here?' he inquired, conversationally.
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Post by Camellia Vincent on Sept 5, 2010 22:47:02 GMT -5
Mel was absorbed in her thoughts, and about to leave when she heard Peeta’s voice. His voice swam through her head, she turned to see him. Dearest Peeta, her truest friend. They’d been friends for well over five years. It had been with the help of him, that she was coaxed out of the woods on her twelfth birthday. Peeta was about the only person that Mel didn’t act emotionless around. Mel felt a smile cross her face, all of this time they had been the best of friends. But lately, Mel had felt something more between them. Of course Mel knew of Peeta’s infatuation with Catniss, and so she would never say anything.
“Peeta!!” Mel said standing up and going to where he was. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug, “How long has it been?” Mel knew the answer to this, about a day, maybe less. Mel tried to see Peeta as often as possible, mainly everyday. Mel looked up at Peeta, admiring his features before stating, “I think that you’ve grown another inch, inch and a half.” She let out a small laugh. “What am I doing here? Goodness Peeta, I’m surprise at you, you do not recognize this house?” She tilted her head, “Oh, no of course not, well Peeta, this is the house of Catniss Everdeen, where she resides all of the time, apart from the times when I wish to speak with her,” Mel sighed slightly. “So where are you headed?”
Compared to Peeta, Mel was hardly noticeable. Peeta tended to attract attention, not in the same way others did, but in his own. Mel had never felt consequential compared to him, but she had never minded. Mel had always meant to isolate herself, and Peeta did a good job at drawing the attention away from her. He was a speaker, he could convince people of many things just with his words. Had he not convinced her to come out of the woods? Mel could never repay him for all of the things that he did for her.
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Post by Peeta Mellark on Sept 6, 2010 2:42:05 GMT -5
He squeezed her back, in the same welcoming hug they had shared since they were eleven, or ten, maybe. They had been about the same height back then, now he dwarfed her by nearly a foot and he could comfortably rest his head atop hers as they hugged. Mel was a good hugger. A hug from her could always cheer him up. And she was warm, which was especially useful considering his thin tunic and work trousers and the chilly breeze that was blowing its way down the lane.
Peeta crinkled his nose, 'Two inches, actually,' he said with a wicked grin. He pulled back so they were at arms length.
'I think you may have shrunk, Mellie,' he said, talking down to her. She really was quite short, not unathletic though. She could probably lift Peeta as well he could lift her. And he definitely could lift her. He'd done it before, despite her high-pitched protests.
'You do not recognize this house?' Peeta shook his head back and forth nonchalantly. He honestly didn't know much about the Seam.
'Oh, no of course not, well Peeta, this is the house of Katniss Everdeen, where she resides all of the time, apart from the times when I wish to speak with her...' Peeta turned faintly crimson and bit his lip, was there a note of knowing in her tone or had he imagined it? She knew of course, not the full extent of his adoration, of course, but enough. He had hoped she had forgotten.
He touched his cold hand to his cheek, hoping it would draw the colour out.
She sighed. 'So where are you headed?'
Mel seemed oddly vulnerable at the moment, not her usual confident self. Peeta slipped his arm around her small waist, pulling her into another hug.
'I was just bringing some bread to old Mrs. Celaren, she's sick, apparently.'
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Post by Katniss Everdeen on Sept 6, 2010 11:48:14 GMT -5
Katniss smiled as Gale pushed her towards The Hob. He was only joking around, they had gone out hunting, but it didn’t end at that. They had went swimming in the lake out past the fence that her dad use to go to. She smiled. Swimming was rather relaxing, that was after you got use to the cold water and before you got out. Since it was becoming cooler and the air was certainly colder after being in cold water to stepping out she had immediately began shaking.
As they made their way back towards the fence they were joking around. Once through they began walking towards the Seam. The wonderful place where both of them live. Katniss smiled as they neared his house he pushed her again and they said their goodbyes. They would most likely be back together hanging out later in the day, but now she wanted food. She was hungry.
As she neared her house she saw two people near it hugging. A younger, shorter girl and a rather tall boy. Immediately she recognized Mel, and then realized that the boy was Peeta. They knew each other? She didn’t realize that, but basically everyone in District 12 knew each other.
”Mel!” she called out as she moved towards them more now.
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Post by Camellia Vincent on Sept 6, 2010 14:17:48 GMT -5
Two inches… well damn that makes me feel small.” She said with a smile, “And yes, perhaps I may have shrunk, because now I have this terrible kink in my neck from just saying hi.” Mel shook her head. She could remember the days when she could look Peeta in the eyes, however, now such a thing was impossible. That is to say, unless he picked her up, which she was highly opposed to. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, or that she was afraid of heights, it was just a pathological fear that she had.
She saw Peeta blush, typically Mel wasn’t the blunt type. She usually kept her comments to herself, but around Peeta, she often found herself contrary to what she thought that she was. “Peeta, you’re blushing.” She said in a hushed tone, not wanting to embarrass him, but wanting to flaunt that he seemed to be more dramatic about romance than Mel was. Did Mel believe in love? Certainly, just not for people like her, or atleast not in the same way Peeta loved Catniss.
“Mrs. Celaren, sick again? It seems as though she is always sick doesn’t it?” she shook her head. “I fear for her every winter.” Mel could never mention that it was people like Celaren that Mel took Tessera for. In fact she had never mentioned, to even him that she took tesserae, much less that she took so many.
Mel heard Catniss call her name, and her face became different. She was only truly herself around Peeta. Even though she considered Catniss a very close friend, she had never completely opened up to her. Mel took on the appearance of a friend, but also an aroma of indifference towards everything. “Catniss, I thought that you’d never come back.” Mel said with a small smile.
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Post by Peeta Mellark on Sept 6, 2010 21:19:40 GMT -5
'Peeta, you’re blushing.'
He turned even redder at her gentle gibe. She knew him too well. He rolled his eyes carelessly at her, but Peeta was an unconvincing liar. Being in love with someone you barely knew? It was stupid, to say the least. And maybe he wasn't even in love with her. Maybe he was mistaking lust or admiration for love. And now he was lying to himself, which he wasn't good at either.
'Yeah, she is sick a lot,' he said, too distracted to notice the familiarity in her voice. 'My father thought it might be nice to bring her bread so she wouldn't have to leave her home. He slipped in some extra,' he said, in a whisper.
Nickel Mellark was one of the most generous men in District Twelve, Peeta knew. He frequently gave more than he could afford to. All without his wife's knowledge. Peeta wanted to be like that one day, although he hoped it would be with a wife who understood. Peeta wondered briefly if Mel would.
'Mel!' a husky, familiar voice. Peeta blanched. He gripped Mel's waist more firmly with his right arm and then turned to verify his suspicions about the newcomer.
Yep. Katniss. Things were quickly moving from bad to worse.
"Hey, Katniss...' he said, awkwardly.
'“Katniss, I thought that you’d never come back.” and there was Mel, slipping from sweet to sarcastic. She did it in public, to guard herself from forming too close a relationship with others, Peeta guessed.
He stepped back from the two girls. "Uh, I should probably go.'
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