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Name: Katniss Everdeen
Canon: The Hunger Games
Canon Overview: Katniss' history

Scrubs Color: Hunter Green
Visible Age: 17
Gender: Female
Height: ~5'3"

Physique: Slender and fit.
Complexion: Olive-toned, tans easily.
Hygiene: Good, if given option.

Hair: Dark brown/black, typically tied back in a braid.
Eyes: Grey
Defining Marks: Scowl.

Accent/Speech: Standard American accent, with a hint of Appalachia in it.
Bearing/Demeanor: Self-deprecating. Cautious, self-reliant, non-trusting at first. If you get to know her: clever, a little impish, loyal.

Gait: Noghinb unusual.
Habits: Keeping Peeta alive.
Skills: Archery, hunting, traps, singing.

Personality: Katniss Everdeen is a survivor through and through, rarely giving up in even the most extreme of circumstances. She often thinks of herself as selfish and purely motivated by what she needs to stay alive and Katniss easily tends to delude herself into believing the worst about her. But at the her personality that grows as the story progresses, as she learns more about love and being loved.

From even before the books begin, her father’s death highlights Katniss as a highly stubborn and motivated survivor. She easily gives up the rest of her childhood at age eleven to become the head of her family. She won’t let her family starve, won’t give in to self-pity or grief, however much she misses her father. She’ll do whatever she can for them, the rest of the District and Panem be damned. But a true self-centered survivor would only fend for themselves. Instead, everything she does is for her younger sister, Prim – easily one of the most important people in Katniss’ life, if not the most important in her eyes.

If it was in Katniss’ power, she would make sure Prim would want for nothing. And while there are various examples of this in the books – allowing Prim’s ugly cat to stay despite meaning it would be an extra mouth to feed, ensuring that Prim never has to take an extra tesserae in the Hunger Games to supply their family with grain and other supplies - nothing speaks more than her willingness to take Prim’s place in the 74th Hunger Games despite knowing full well it could easily mean Katniss’ own death. Her little sister must have every opportunity to live a fulfilling life that Katniss doesn’t have herself.

It’s with the 74th Hunger Games that Katniss learns that she’s so much more than a provider. She really is a survivor at heart. She doesn’t care what others think of her. She’s brash and self-centered, rude, rebellious, difficult to relate to. All Katniss wants is to do whatever she needs to in order to survive and make it back to Prim. And if it means killing all those in the arena with her, she will not think twice. Cold and calculating, maybe even scary in her ability to be a predator and not prey.

But at the same time, while Katniss keeps reminding herself of this, focusing on her own negative attributes, Peeta sees something different. The girl on fire, the girl who has no idea of the effect she can have on people. She’s proud and true to herself, noble in the way she fights for Prim and then to keep Peeta live, however selfish she claims her own actions are. And although Katniss never sees it, she’s far less heartless than she thinks. The nightmares she has after the Hunger Games attest to that. If she truly didn’t care about anyone but herself, then Katniss’ subconscious wouldn’t prey so easily on her guilt.

Katniss’ stunt with the poisoned berries in the arena of the 74th Hunger Games, her last ditch attempt to ensure both she and Peeta leave alive, is seen by most of Panem as the spark needed to ignite rebellion. Katniss is introspective enough to give thought to that, to see how easily others would see it as such. But she does it out of a selfish need to keep them alive. Because in the end of the games, she can’t bring herself to sacrifice this boy who would easily sacrifice himself for her. She has a selfish desire to keep alive his adoration – he doesn’t have to love her, but he does, and it’s something that Katniss doesn’t fully comprehend but does realize she needs. And in the end, she’s tired of being a pawn. Yet, she’s still cold enough to tell Peeta that she played up her love for him then as an act and a trick for the Games. It’s the lie she needs to survive at that point in her life, where she wants her best friend Gale (also in love with her) to be easy in her company. She wants her life to be simple.

For the Quarter Quell and the 75th Hunger Games, former victors are selected to return to the arena and once again fight to the death. This time, Katniss actually stops being a survivor in favor to a different mantra that she can never breaks: keep Peeta alive. It’s easy to dismiss as a result of her love for him, or her selfish desire to keep alive someone who cares so much for her, but in many ways, it’s also her way of clinging to morals and humanity. Time and time again, she points out that Peeta’s almost too good, shouldn’t be in the Hunger Games, is nothing like her when it comes to how easily she’ll take a life. It’s something knows she can never be like but, perhaps, in keeping Peeta alive, she can be good, too.

Like in the Games itself, she becomes a pawn in a much bigger game when the Districts rebel against the Capitol. The rebels use her as a sympathetic spokesperson to garner support and she knowingly lets herself be used, especially after Prim points out she can bargain for the other victors’ amnesty. But even then, she can’t stick to the rules and, although not necessarily on purpose, finds herself breaking them left and right. To do what’s right by her instead of others. It’s why she uses her position as a spokesperson to gain amnesty for the other victors or to allow Prim to keep Buttercup even though life in District 13 is a life of strict rations. And the way she runs into the heat of the attack during District 8 to help protect the hospital rather than hiding in safety as Haymitch wants her to do.

During these rebellions, she also finally does learn how to break. She falls into a deep depression a number of times due to various events and her inability to cope with them– Peeta’s kidnapping by President Snow, Prim’s death, etc. But these depressions also show that she’s become a far more empathetic character than she once was, even though she still can’t see it. She’s a young girl put into impossible events that would reduce any less stronger individual to pieces. But most importantly, though she survives as she always has, she learns that there are more important things to survival. That there could be political causes, that there could even be people that you must put ahead of her own self. It is this lesson in itself that motivates Katniss towards President Coin’s assassination. She will not let all her struggles and loses be in vain, allowing another power-hungry leader with little regard to human life to assume control. Katniss must be the one to do this because, by this point, she will not put anyone else she remotely cares about at risk.

In the end of the trilogy, what can be said most about Katniss is that she lives through. She goes through the motions, finds ways to distract herself, plays games to remind her that there is good in people. Even in herself. She’s not the monster that caused all these deaths. And she learns how to really love and let herself be loved.
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character information
name: Katniss Everdeen
canon: The Hunger Games
canon point: Shortly after being released from the hospital at the end of Mockingjay + CRAU from Alpha Complex
age: 17

(canon) background: here

Alpha Complex CRAU:
● When Katniss arrives, she's still reeling from Prim's death and not wanting to talk or deal with anyone or anything. Between waking in a cloned body lacking the burn scars and skin grafts, and being told that her memories are glitches she should not have, she does her best to convince herself that her life in Panem wasn't real.

● Nightmares keep coming and Katniss continues to isolate herself. The Computer drugs her with HappiTime pills to make her a more productive citizen. She starts showing up to work as a Physical Fitness Assessor alongside Derek Hale. They start to talk and he helps her come to terms with the glitches being real, and offers to hold her at night to deal with her nightmares.

● Prim shows up in the Complex sometime shortly after Katniss' own arrival. At this point, she's figured out that she's being fed HappiTime pills and is very wary about eating anything provided by the Complex. Though she doesn't understand everything going on, she does see it as a game and is furious to be made a part of it. That Prim is there keeps her from doing anything too traitorous because the last time she acted out, Prim paid the price.

● That she's also been reunited with her sister does get Katniss to come out of her shell a little more. She's not very good at making friends and only really lets in Derek as they bond over mutual trauma and emotional issues. Feelings start to develop but as of yet there has been no real label ascribed to their relationship.

● Most recently, an attack on the commissary has caused Katniss to move a little backwards in her progress. She suffers flashbacks to the attack on Prim and becomes frozen to the spot. Clint Barton rescues her while Jack Harkness gets Prim safely out of the room. Katniss winds up feeling as if she owes a huge debt to both men. It also reignites a lot of her anger at herself for being incapable of saving Prim (again) and she starts to slip down that self-loathing path again.

Overall, being in Alpha Complex gave Katniss a chance to start to recover from losing Prim (and all of the other chaos that happened in the past two years of her life). That her sister appeared there alive and well gave her a reason to start allowing a little bit of hope in her life. However, it generally doesn't do much in the way of getting her to trust people or authority. In her eyes, she's gone from one Game to another. Still, it's something she deserves given all the heartache and death she's caused people. Especially the people she loves the most.

abilities: Katniss is an amazing hunter, especially with a bow and arrow, capable of killing squirrels and rats by shooting an arrow in their eye without tarnishing the rest of the carcass. She can also sing beautifully, much like her father. In the books, it's stated that when Katniss sings, even the birds fall silent to listen.

strengths: Katniss is a strong individual with so much backbone and determination within her. She’s the girl on fire, and not just because of the outfit she wears in her introduction to the Games. She literally has an unquenchable thirst to live her life – for herself and, by the end of her canon, for all those who died. And she will do whatever it takes to honor this promise.

Although slow to trust, she does make a steadfast and loyal friend once this trust is gained. She’s resourceful and skilled and self-reliant, a quick thinker on her feet. And in many ways, her own selfishness makes for her strength in keeping those she cares about alive. It’s easier for Katniss to see all the negatives in her personality, but at the same time, she adheres to them. She reacts without thinking and is next to impossible to mold – as both Haymitch and Coin find out during their time with her. Lying is far from a strong suit. Without a doubt, Katniss is first and foremost true to herself.

weaknesses: In many ways, a lot of Katniss’ strengths are balanced by her weaknesses. She can be very socially inept: keeping to herself as a child, unaware of the friendships she’s made. Even Gale, her best friend, is someone she sees as a resource after their initial meeting and does not become a friend until much later on. Madge, the Mayor’s daughter, is another example of someone she’d spend time with without truly understanding the impact of that time. Prior to the Hunger Games, she considers Madge just another lonely girl to sit with at lunch. Specifically, one who won't expect Katniss to talk. (Unless otherwise motivated, Katniss is ultimately far better at being an observer than a participant, especially when conversation is involved.) It's not until Madge gives her the mockingjay pin as a token that Katniss really realizes what her friendship meant to the other girl. And with both Peeta and Gale, their romantic intentions towards her go unnoticed until the boys act upon them.

When Katniss does allow herself to feel, it often overwhelms her – a source of many of the breakdowns she eventually has after the 74th Hunger Games. It’s easier to be logical and to push aside feelings than to acknowledge them. But when she does, she feels everything - every single death that she’s caused, however indirectly, she takes responsibility for. And a lot of the times it’s too much. She would rather avoid than face problems of emotions, as seen when she initially ignores required phone sessions with her therapist at the end of Mockingjay.

Even then, she’s not very book smart and does not have a very good education. It’s not something she considers much of a fault, though she does acknowledge it, but it is pointed out again and again. Katniss has survival skills, but Katniss would never have won the Hunger Games based on wit alone. And while she comes across as very mature, at times she can be moody and prickly – a true teenager in many ways. Someone still learning much about the world she lives in, and how to be a part of it.

skills (optional): archery, wilderness survival, hunting traps

housing (optional): good with anything

network username: keverdeen

network sample: from itinere

prose/action sample: from alpha complex
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Katniss Everdeen - The Hunger Games

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Your year of birth: 1985
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Character name: Katniss Everdeen
Character type: Fandom character
Fandom/Canon: The Hunger Games (books)
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Does this character have previous CR?: no

HISTORY
THG wiki link.

Katniss will be entering the game from Catching Fire, towards the end of the novel - after being thrown back and paralyzed from the force field explosion.

PERSONALITY OVERVIEW

Katniss Everdeen is a survivor through and through, rarely giving up in even the most extreme of circumstances. She often thinks of herself as selfish and purely motivated by what she needs to stay alive and Katniss easily tends to delude herself into believing the worst about her. But at the her personality that grows as the story progresses, as she learns more about love and being loved.

From even before the books begin, her father’s death highlights Katniss as a highly stubborn and motivated survivor. She easily gives up the rest of her childhood at age eleven to become the head of her family. She won’t let her family starve, won’t give in to self-pity or grief, however much she misses her father. She’ll do whatever she can for them, the rest of the District and Panem be damned. But a true self-centered survivor would only fend for themselves. Instead, everything she does is for her younger sister, Prim – easily one of the most important people in Katniss’ life, if not the most important in her eyes.

If it was in Katniss’ power, she would make sure Prim would want for nothing. And while there are various examples of this in the books – allowing Prim’s ugly cat to stay despite meaning it would be an extra mouth to feed, ensuring that Prim never has to take an extra tesserae in the Hunger Games to supply their family with grain and other supplies - nothing speaks more than her willingness to take Prim’s place in the 74th Hunger Games despite knowing full well it could easily mean Katniss’ own death. Her little sister must have every opportunity to live a fulfilling life that Katniss doesn’t have herself.

It’s with the 74th Hunger Games that Katniss learns that she’s so much more than a provider. She really is a survivor at heart. She doesn’t care what others think of her. She’s brash and self-centered, rude, rebellious, difficult to relate to. All Katniss wants is to do whatever she needs to in order to survive and make it back to Prim. And if it means killing all those in the arena with her, she will not think twice. Cold and calculating, maybe even scary in her ability to be a predator and not prey.

But at the same time, while Katniss keeps reminding herself of this, focusing on her own negative attributes, Peeta sees something different. The girl on fire, the girl who has no idea of the effect she can have on people. She’s proud and true to herself, noble in the way she fights for Prim and then to keep Peeta live, however selfish she claims her own actions are. And although Katniss never sees it, she’s far less heartless than she thinks. The nightmares she has after the Hunger Games attest to that. If she truly didn’t care about anyone but herself, then Katniss’ subconscious wouldn’t prey so easily on her guilt.

Katniss’ stunt with the poisoned berries in the arena of the 74th Hunger Games, her last ditch attempt to ensure both she and Peeta leave alive, is seen by most of Panem as the spark needed to ignite rebellion. Katniss is introspective enough to give thought to that, to see how easily others would see it as such. But she does it out of a selfish need to keep them alive. Because in the end of the games, she can’t bring herself to sacrifice this boy who would easily sacrifice himself for her. She has a selfish desire to keep alive his adoration – he doesn’t have to love her, but he does, and it’s something that Katniss doesn’t fully comprehend but does realize she needs. And in the end, she’s tired of being a pawn. Yet, she’s still cold enough to tell Peeta that she played up her love for him then as an act and a trick for the Games. It’s the lie she needs to survive at that point in her life, where she wants her best friend Gale (also in love with her) to be easy in her company. She wants her life to be simple.

For the Quarter Quell and the 75th Hunger Games, former victors are selected to return to the arena and once again fight to the death. This time, Katniss actually stops being a survivor in favor to a different mantra that she can never breaks: keep Peeta alive. It’s easy to dismiss as a result of her love for him, or her selfish desire to keep alive someone who cares so much for her, but in many ways, it’s also her way of clinging to morals and humanity. Time and time again, she points out that Peeta’s almost too good, shouldn’t be in the Hunger Games, is nothing like her when it comes to how easily she’ll take a life. It’s something knows she can never be like but, perhaps, in keeping Peeta alive, she can be good, too.

Like in the Games itself, she becomes a pawn in a much bigger game when the Districts rebel against the Capitol. The rebels use her as a sympathetic spokesperson to garner support and she knowingly lets herself be used, especially after Prim points out she can bargain for the other victors’ amnesty. But even then, she can’t stick to the rules and, although not necessarily on purpose, finds herself breaking them left and right. To do what’s right by her instead of others. It’s why she uses her position as a spokesperson to gain amnesty for the other victors or to allow Prim to keep Buttercup even though life in District 13 is a life of strict rations. And the way she runs into the heat of the attack during District 8 to help protect the hospital rather than hiding in safety as Haymitch wants her to do.

During these rebellions, she also finally does learn how to break. She falls into a deep depression a number of times due to various events and her inability to cope with them– Peeta’s kidnapping by President Snow, Prim’s death, etc. But these depressions also show that she’s become a far more empathetic character than she once was, even though she still can’t see it. She’s a young girl put into impossible events that would reduce any less stronger individual to pieces. But most importantly, though she survives as she always has, she learns that there are more important things to survival. That there could be political causes, that there could even be people that you must put ahead of her own self. It is this lesson in itself that motivates Katniss towards President Coin’s assassination. She will not let all her struggles and loses be in vain, allowing another power-hungry leader with little regard to human life to assume control. Katniss must be the one to do this because, by this point, she will not put anyone else she remotely cares about at risk.

In the end of the trilogy, what can be said most about Katniss is that she lives through. She goes through the motions, finds ways to distract herself, plays games to remind her that there is good in people. Even in herself. She’s not the monster that caused all these deaths. And she learns how to really love and let herself be loved.

PERSONALITY QUESTIONS

What skills does your character bring to the situation?:
That Katniss is a survivor will serve her very well in this situation. She'll do everything in her power to stay alive and to keep those she considers her allies alive too. Because her life has never been easy, she isn't a stranger to adversity. She can hunt with a bow and also knows the basics of setting traps (that I headcanon can also be applied to fishing). She has a good knowledge of plants, specifically those edible or herbal in nature. And although she acts the leader with reluctance, Katniss is a persuasive force that often causes others to flock to her side.

Explain how your character would react to the following:

- Discovering that their memories may have been tampered with:
Terrified. Although Peeta being hijacked hasn't happened yet, Katniss has had some experience with tracker jacker stings causing her world to go hazy and full of hallucinations. She likes control. Knowing that someone's stripped that away will make her terrified. And furious.

- Having to do physical labor to survive:
That's no big deal. Katniss grew up in the Seam in District 12 and saw men going off to work in the mines every day - including her father. When he died and her mother went catatonic, Katniss inherited all responsibilities her father had. She had already spent some of her free time as a child learning how to hunt but that became a full time job in order to fend for herself, her sister, and her mother. She's used to long treks in the woods, carrying game on her own, etc. She's also had a lot of hard physical training because of the Hunger Games (and Peeta's determination they enter the Quarter Quell prepared).

- Having to share resources with others:
This will not go as smoothly. Katniss will have no problem sharing resources with Peeta. Coming from the arena, and still thinking she might be in an arena, keeping Peeta alive is her priority. She'll be a little more reluctant to share with her other canonmates because she doesn't know or trust them so well. But eventually, she will realize they're still allies and share. Strangers are a completely different story. Unless convinced otherwise, they're unimportant and not necessarily worth providing for.

- Being unable to leave the area:
She'll be frustrated with being unable to leave but also not so surprise. Thinking that she's in a Game, the area around her has to be an arena. It makes sense that there are boundaries that she'll be unable to cross.

- Doing without modern conveniences and technology and/or being around tech more advanced than they're used to:
Although Panem is, generally speaking, a futuristic and technological apt society, District 12 lacks many of the luxuries found in places like the Capitol. This is especially true in the Seam, which is the poorest of the poor areas in Panem. Not having modern conveniences and technology will not be such a big deal to Katniss. There are worse things to contend with.

- Being separated, possibly permanently, from loved ones and their previous life, including loss of powers, if applicable:
It will pain her to be separated from Prim. Everything she's done since the death of her father has been to protect her sister. That she won't be able to do so as long as she's here will drive her crazy. At the same time, Katniss will rationalize that being away from Prim means that President Snow can't use her sister against her anymore. Hopefully, this means that her sister will be safer now than ever before. This same logic will be applied to missing her best friend, Gale. Without her, he can fall in love with some other girl without all the complications that are in Katniss' life. And Snow can't use him, either.

(Loss of powers not applicable.)

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Cato lies on his side at the very top of the horn, twenty feet above the ground, gasping to catch his breath as he gags over the edge. Now’s my chance to finish him off. I stop midway up the horn and load another arrow, but just as I’m about to let it fly, I hear Peeta cry out. I twist around and see he’s just reached the tail, and the mutts are right on his heels.

“Climb!” I yell. Peeta starts up hampered by not only the leg but the knife in his hand. I shoot my arrow down the throat of the first mutt that places its paws on the metal. As it dies the creature lashes out, inadvertently opening gashes on a few of its companions. That’s when I get a look at the claws. Four inches and clearly razor-sharp.

Peeta reaches my feet and I grab his arm and pull him along. Then I remember Cato waiting at the top and whip around, but he’s doubled over with cramps and apparently more preoccupied with the mutts than us. He coughs out something unintelligible. The snuffling, growling sound coming from the mutts isn’t helping.

“What?” I shout at him.

“He said, ‘Can they climb it?’” answers Peeta, drawing my focus back to the base of the horn.

The mutts are beginning to assemble. As they join together, they raise up again to stand easily on their back legs giving them an eerily human quality. Each has a thick coat, some with fur that is straight and sleek, others curly, and the colors vary from jet black to what I can only describe as blond. There’s something else about them, something that makes the hair rise up on the back of my neck, but I can’t put my finger on it. They put their snouts on the horn, sniffing and tasting the metal, scraping paws over the surface and then making highpitched yipping sounds to one another. This must be how they communicate because the pack backs up as if to make room. Then one of them, a good-size mutt with silky waves of blond fur takes a running start and leaps onto the horn. Its back legs must be incredibly powerful because it lands a mere ten feet below us, its pink lips pulled back in a snarl. For a moment it hangs there, and in that moment I realize what else unsettled me about the mutts. The green eyes glowering at me are unlike any dog or wolf, any canine I’ve ever seen. They are unmistakably human. And that revelation has barely registered when I notice the collar with the number 1 inlaid with jewels and the whole horrible thing hits me. The blonde hair, the green eyes, the number... it’s Glimmer.

A shriek escapes my lips and I’m having trouble holding the arrow in place. I have been waiting to fire, only too aware of my dwindling supply of arrows. Waiting to see if the creatures can, in fact, climb. But now, even though the mutt has begun to slide backward, unable to find any purchase on the metal, even though I can hear the slow screeching of the claws like nails on a blackboard, I fire into its throat. Its body twitches and flops onto the ground with a thud.

“Katniss?” I can feel Peeta’s grip on my arm.

“It’s her!” I get out.

“Who?” asks Peeta.

My head snaps from side to side as I examine the pack, taking in the various sizes and colors. The small one with the red coat and amber eyes... Foxface! And there, the ashen hair and hazel eyes of the boy from District 9 who died as we struggled for the backpack! And worst of all, the smallest mutt, with dark glossy fur, huge brown eyes and a collar that reads 11 in woven straw. Teeth bared in hatred. Rue...

“What is it, Katniss?” Peeta shakes my shoulder.

“It’s them. It’s all of them. The others. Rue and Foxfaceand . . . all of the other tributes,” I choke out.

I hear Peeta’s gasp of recognition. “What did they do to them? You don’t think... those could be their real eyes?”

Their eyes are the least of my worries. What about their brains? Have they been given any of the real tributes memories? Have they been programmed to hate our faces particularly because we have survived and they were so callously murdered? And the ones we actually killed... do they believe they’re avenging their own deaths?

Before I can get this out, the mutts begin a new assault on the horn. They’ve split into two groups at the sides of the horn and are using those powerful hindquarters to launch themselves at us. A pair of teeth ring together just inches from my hand and then I hear Peeta cry out, feel the yank on his body, the heavy weight of boy and mutt pulling me over the side. If not for the grip on my arm, he’d be on the ground, but as it is, it takes all my strength to keep us both on the curved back of the horn. And more tributes are coming.

“Kill it, Peeta! Kill it!” I’m shouting, and although I can’t quite see what’s happening, I know he must have stabbed the thing because the pull lessens. I’m able to haul him back onto the horn where we drag ourselves toward the top where the lesser of two evils awaits.

Cato has still not regained his feet, but his breathing is slowing and I know soon he’ll be recovered enough to come for us, to hurl us over the side to our deaths. I arm my bow, but the arrow ends up taking out a mutt that can only be Thresh. Who else could jump so high? I feel a moment’s relief because we must finally be up above the mutt line and I’m just turning back to face Cato when Peeta’s jerked from my side. I’m sure the pack has got him until his blood splatters my face. Cato stands before me, almost at the lip of the horn, holding Peeta in some kind of headlock, cutting off his air. Peeta’s clawing at Cato’s arm, but weakly, as if confused over whether it’s more important to breathe or try and stem the gush of blood from the gaping hole a mutt left in his calf. I aim one of my last two arrows at Cato’s head, knowing it’ll have no effect on his trunk or limbs, which I can now see are clothed in a skintight, flesh-colored mesh. Some high-grade body armor from the Capitol. Was that what was in his pack at the feast? Body armor to defend against my arrows? Well, they neglected to send a face guard.

Cato just laughs. “Shoot me and he goes down with me.”

He’s right. If I take him out and he falls to the mutts, Peeta is sure to die with him. We’ve reached a stalemate. I can’t shoot Cato without killing Peeta, too. He can’t kill Peeta without guaranteeing an arrow in his brain. We stand like statues, both of us seeking an out.

My muscles are strained so tightly, they feel they might snap at any moment. My teeth clenched to the breaking point. The mutts go silent and the only thing I can hear is the blood pounding in my good ear. Peeta’s lips are turning blue. If I don’t do something quickly, he’ll die of asphyxiation and then I’ll have lost him and Cato will probably use his body as a weapon against me. In fact, I’m sure this is Cato’s plan because while he’s stopped laughing, his lips are set in a triumphant smile.

As if in a last-ditch effort, Peeta raises his fingers, dripping with blood from his leg, up to Cato’s arm. Instead of trying to wrestle his way free, his forefinger veers off and makes a deliberate X on the back of Cato’s hand. Cato realizes what it means exactly one second after I do. I can tell by the way the smile drops from his lips. But it’s one second too late because, by that time, my arrow is piercing his hand. He cries out and reflexively releases Peeta who slams back against him. For a horrible moment, I think they’re both going over. I dive forward just catching hold of Peeta as Cato loses his footing on the blood-slick horn and plummets to the ground. We hear him hit, the air leaving his body on impact, and then the mutts attack him. Peeta and I hold on to each other, waiting for the cannon, waiting for the competition to finish, waiting to be released. But it doesn’t happen. Not yet. Because this is the climax of the Hunger Games, and the audience expects a show. I don’t watch, but I can hear the snarls, the growls, the howls of pain from both human and beast as Cato takes on the mutt pack. I can’t understand how he can be surviving until I remember the body armor protecting him from ankle to neck and I realize what a long night this could be. Cato must have a knife or sword or something, too, something he had hidden in his clothes, because on occasion there’s the death scream of a mutt or the sound of metal on metal as the blade collides with the golden horn. The combat moves around the side of the Cornucopia, and I know Cato must be attempting the one maneuver that could save his life—to make his way back around to the tail of the horn and rejoin us. But in the end, despite his remarkable strength and skill, he is simply overpowered. I don’t know how long it has been, maybe an hour or so, when Cato hits the ground and we hear the mutts dragging him, dragging him back into the Cornucopia. Now they’ll finish him off, I think. But there’s still no cannon. Night falls and the anthem plays and there’s no picture of Cato in the sky, only the faint moans coming through the metal beneath us. The icy air blowing across the plain reminds me that the Games are not over and may not be for who knows how long, and there is still no guarantee of victory. I turn my attention to Peeta and discover his leg is bleeding as badly as ever. All our supplies, our packs, remain down by the lake where we abandoned them when we fled from the mutts. I have no bandage, nothing to staunch the flow of blood from his calf. Although I’m shaking in the biting wind, I rip off my jacket, remove my shirt, and zip back into the jacket as swiftly as possible. That brief exposure sets my teeth chattering beyond control. Peeta’s face is gray in the pale moonlight. I make him lie down before I probe his wound. Warm, slippery blood runs over my fingers. A bandage will not be enough. I’ve seen my mother tie a tourniquet a handful of times and try to replicate it. I cut free a sleeve from my shirt, wrap it twice around his leg just under his knee, and tie a
half knot. I don’t have a stick, so I take my remaining arrow and insert it in the knot, twisting it as tightly as I dare. It’s risky business—Peeta may end up losing his leg—but when I weigh this against him losing his life, what alternative do I have? I bandage the wound in the rest of my shirt and lay down with him.

“Don’t go to sleep,” I tell him. I’m not sure if this is exactly medical protocol, but I’m terrified that if he drifts off he’ll never wake again.

“Are you cold?” he asks. He unzips his jacket and I press against him as he fastens it around me. It’s a bit
warmer, sharing our body heat inside my double layer of jackets, but the night is young. The temperature will continue to drop. Even now I can feel the Cornucopia, which burned so when I first climbed it, slowly turning to ice.

“Cato may win this thing yet,” I whisper to Peeta.

“Don’t you believe it,” he says, pulling up my hood, but he’s shaking harder than I am.

The next hours are the worst in my life, which if you think about it, is saying something. The cold would be
torture enough, but the real nightmare is listening to Cato, moaning, begging, and finally just whimpering as the mutts work away at him. After a very short time, I don’t care who he is or what he’s done, all I want is for his suffering to end.

“Why don’t they just kill him?” I ask Peeta.

“You know why,” he says, and pulls me closer to him. And I do. No viewer could turn away from the show now.
From the Gamemakers’ point of view, this is the final word in entertainment.

It goes on and on and on and eventually completely consumes my mind, blocking out memories and hopes of
tomorrow, erasing everything but the present, which I begin to believe will never change. There will never be anything but cold and fear and the agonized sounds of the boy dying in the horn. Peeta begins to doze off now, and each time he does, I find myself yelling his name louder and louder because if he goes and dies on me now, I know I’ll go completely insane. He’s fighting it, probably more for me than for him, and it’s hard because unconsciousness would be its own form of escape. But the adrenaline pumping through my body would never allow me to follow him, so I can’t let him go. I just can’t. The only indication of the passage of time lies in the heavens, the subtle shift of the moon. So Peeta begins pointing it out to me, insisting I
acknowledge its progress and sometimes, for just a moment I feel a flicker of hope before the agony of the night engulfs me again.

Finally, I hear him whisper that the sun is rising. I open my eyes and find the stars fading in the pale light of dawn. I can see, too, how bloodless Peeta’s face has become. How little time he has left. And I know I have to get him back to the Capitol. Still, no cannon has fired. I press my good ear against the horn and can just make out Cato’s voice.

“I think he’s closer now. Katniss, can you shoot him?” Peeta asks.

If he’s near the mouth, I may be able to take him out. It would be an act of mercy at this point.

“My last arrow’s in your tourniquet,” I say.

“Make it count,” says Peeta, unzipping his jacket, letting me loose.

So I free the arrow, tying the tourniquet back as tightly as my frozen fingers can manage. I rub my hands together, trying to regain circulation. When I crawl to the lip of the horn and hang over the edge, I feel Peeta’s hands grip me for support. It takes a few moments to find Cato in the dim light, in the blood. Then the raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where his mouth is. And I think the word he’s trying to say is please. Pity, not vengeance, sends my arrow flying into his skull. Peeta pulls me back up, bow in hand, quiver empty.

“Did you get him?” he whispers.

The cannon fires in answer.

“Then we won, Katniss,” he says hollowly.

“Hurray for us,” I get out, but there’s no joy of victory in my voice.

A hole opens in the plain and as if on cue, the remaining mutts bound into it, disappearing as the earth
closes above them. We wait, for the hovercraft to take Cato’s remains, for the trumpets of victory that should follow, but nothing happens.

“Hey!” I shout into air. “What’s going on?” The only response is the chatter of waking birds.

“Maybe it’s the body. Maybe we have to move away from it,” says Peeta.

I try to remember. Do you have to distance yourself from the dead tribute on the final kill? My brain is too
muddled to be sure, but what else could be the reason for the delay?

“Okay. Think you could make it to the lake?” I ask.

“Think I better try,” says Peeta. We inch down to the tail of the horn and fall to the ground. If the stiffness in my limbs is this bad, how can Peeta even move? I rise first, swinging and bending my arms and legs until I think I can help him up. Somehow, we make it back to the lake. I scoop up a handful of the cold water for Peeta and bring a second to my lips. A mockingjay gives the long, low whistle, and tears of relief fill my eyes as the hovercraft appears and takes Cato’s body away. Now they will take us. Now we can go
home. But again there’s no response.

“What are they waiting for?” says Peeta weakly. Between the loss of the tourniquet and the effort it took to
get to the lake, his wound has opened up again.

“I don’t know,” I say. Whatever the holdup is, I can’t watch him lose any more blood. I get up to find a stick but almost immediately come across the arrow that bounced off Cato’s body armor. It will do as well as the other arrow.

As I stoop to pick it up, Claudius Templesmith’s voice booms into the arena.

“Greetings to the final contestants of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games. The earlier revision has been revoked. Closer examination of the rule book has disclosed that only one winner may be allowed,” he says. “Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

There’s a small burst of static and then nothing more. I stare at Peeta in disbelief as the truth sinks in. They never intended to let us both live. This has all been devised by the Gamemakers to guarantee the most dramatic showdown in history. And like a fool, I bought into it.

“If you think about it, it’s not that surprising,” he says softly. I watch as he painfully makes it to his feet. Then he’s moving toward me, as if in slow motion, his hand is pulling the knife from his belt—

Before I am even aware of my actions, my bow is loaded with the arrow pointed straight at his heart. Peeta
raises his eyebrows and I see the knife has already left his hand on its way to the lake where it splashes in the water. I drop my weapons and take a step back, my face burning in what can only be shame.

“No,” he says. “Do it.” Peeta limps toward me and thrusts the weapons back in my hands.

“I can’t, I say. “I won’t.”

“Do it. Before they send those mutts back or something. I don’t want to die like Cato,” he says.

“Then you shoot me,” I say furiously, shoving the weapons back at him. “You shoot me and go home and live
with it!” And as I say it, I know death right here, right now would be the easier of the two.

“You know I can’t,” Peeta says, discarding the weapons.

“Fine, I’ll go first anyway.” He leans down and rips the bandage off his leg, eliminating the final barrier between his blood and the earth.

“No, you can’t kill yourself,” I say. I’m on my knees, desperately plastering the bandage back onto his wound.

“Katniss,” he says. “It’s what I want.”

“You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena trying to think my way out.

“Listen,” he says pulling me to my feet. “We both know they have to have a victor. It can only be one of us. Please, take it. For me.” And he goes on about how he loves me, what life would be without me but I’ve stopped listening because his previous words are trapped in my head, thrashing desperately around. We both know they have to have a victor. Yes, they have to have a victor. Without a victor, the whole thing would blow up in the Gamemakers’ faces. They’d have failed the Capitol. Might possibly even be executed, slowly and painfully while the cameras broadcast it to every screen in the country. If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were... My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. “No, I won’t let you.”

“Trust me,” I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets me go. I loosen the top of the pouch and
pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. “On the count of three?”

Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. “The count of three,” he says.

We stand, our backs pressed together, our empty hands locked tight.

“Hold them out. I want everyone to see,” he says. I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta’s hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a goodbye, and we begin counting. “One.” Maybe I’m wrong. “Two.” Maybe they don’t care if we both die. “Three!” It’s too late to change my mind. I lift my hand to my mouth, taking one last look at the world. The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare.

The frantic voice of Claudius Templesmith shouts above them. “Stop! Stop! Ladies and gentlemen, I am
pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you— the tributes of District Twelve!”
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Character Information
Character Name: Katniss Everdeen
Canon: The Hunger Games
Canon Point: Shortly after Katniss is released from the hospital after Prim's death in Mockingjay
Species: Human
History: From the THG wiki...
Personality: Katniss Everdeen is a survivor through and through, rarely giving up in even the most extreme of circumstances. She often thinks of herself as selfish and purely motivated by what she needs to stay alive and Katniss easily tends to delude herself into believing the worst about her. But at the her personality that grows as the story progresses, as she learns more about love and being loved.

From even before the books begin, her father’s death highlights Katniss as a highly stubborn and motivated survivor. She easily gives up the rest of her childhood at age eleven to become the head of her family. She won’t let her family starve, won’t give in to self-pity or grief, however much she misses her father. She’ll do whatever she can for them, the rest of the District and Panem be damned. But a true self-centered survivor would only fend for themselves. Instead, everything she does is for her younger sister, Prim – easily one of the most important people in Katniss’ life, if not the most important in her eyes.

If it was in Katniss’ power, she would make sure Prim would want for nothing. And while there are various examples of this in the books – allowing Prim’s ugly cat to stay despite meaning it would be an extra mouth to feed, ensuring that Prim never has to take an extra tesserae in the Hunger Games to supply their family with grain and other supplies - nothing speaks more than her willingness to take Prim’s place in the 74th Hunger Games despite knowing full well it could easily mean Katniss’ own death. Her little sister must have every opportunity to live a fulfilling life that Katniss doesn’t have herself.

It’s with the 74th Hunger Games that Katniss learns that she’s so much more than a provider. She really is a survivor at heart. She doesn’t care what others think of her. She’s brash and self-centered, rude, rebellious, difficult to relate to. All Katniss wants is to do whatever she needs to in order to survive and make it back to Prim. And if it means killing all those in the arena with her, she will not think twice. Cold and calculating, maybe even scary in her ability to be a predator and not prey.

But at the same time, while Katniss keeps reminding herself of this, focusing on her own negative attributes, Peeta sees something different. The girl on fire, the girl who has no idea of the effect she can have on people. She’s proud and true to herself, noble in the way she fights for Prim and then to keep Peeta live, however selfish she claims her own actions are. And although Katniss never sees it, she’s far less heartless than she thinks. The nightmares she has after the Hunger Games attest to that. If she truly didn’t care about anyone but herself, then Katniss’ subconscious wouldn’t prey so easily on her guilt.

Katniss’ stunt with the poisoned berries in the arena of the 74th Hunger Games, her last ditch attempt to ensure both she and Peeta leave alive, is seen by most of Panem as the spark needed to ignite rebellion. Katniss is introspective enough to give thought to that, to see how easily others would see it as such. But she does it out of a selfish need to keep them alive. Because in the end of the games, she can’t bring herself to sacrifice this boy who would easily sacrifice himself for her. She has a selfish desire to keep alive his adoration – he doesn’t have to love her, but he does, and it’s something that Katniss doesn’t fully comprehend but does realize she needs. And in the end, she’s tired of being a pawn. Yet, she’s still cold enough to tell Peeta that she played up her love for him then as an act and a trick for the Games. It’s the lie she needs to survive at that point in her life, where she wants her best friend Gale (also in love with her) to be easy in her company. She wants her life to be simple.

For the Quarter Quell and the 75th Hunger Games, former victors are selected to return to the arena and once again fight to the death. This time, Katniss actually stops being a survivor in favor to a different mantra that she can never breaks: keep Peeta alive. It’s easy to dismiss as a result of her love for him, or her selfish desire to keep alive someone who cares so much for her, but in many ways, it’s also her way of clinging to morals and humanity. Time and time again, she points out that Peeta’s almost too good, shouldn’t be in the Hunger Games, is nothing like her when it comes to how easily she’ll take a life. It’s something knows she can never be like but, perhaps, in keeping Peeta alive, she can be good, too.

Like in the Games itself, she becomes a pawn in a much bigger game when the Districts rebel against the Capitol. The rebels use her as a sympathetic spokesperson to garner support and she knowingly lets herself be used, especially after Prim points out she can bargain for the other victors’ amnesty. But even then, she can’t stick to the rules and, although not necessarily on purpose, finds herself breaking them left and right. To do what’s right by her instead of others. It’s why she uses her position as a spokesperson to gain amnesty for the other victors or to allow Prim to keep Buttercup even though life in District 13 is a life of strict rations. And the way she runs into the heat of the attack during District 8 to help protect the hospital rather than hiding in safety as Haymitch wants her to do.

During these rebellions, she also finally does learn how to break. She falls into a deep depression a number of times due to various events and her inability to cope with them– Peeta’s kidnapping by President Snow, Prim’s death, etc. But these depressions also show that she’s become a far more empathetic character than she once was, even though she still can’t see it. She’s a young girl put into impossible events that would reduce any less stronger individual to pieces. But most importantly, though she survives as she always has, she learns that there are more important things to survival. That there could be political causes, that there could even be people that you must put ahead of her own self. It is this lesson in itself that motivates Katniss towards President Coin’s assassination. She will not let all her struggles and loses be in vain, allowing another power-hungry leader with little regard to human life to assume control. Katniss must be the one to do this because, by this point, she will not put anyone else she remotely cares about at risk.

In the end of the trilogy, what can be said most about Katniss is that she lives through. She goes through the motions, finds ways to distract herself, plays games to remind her that there is good in people. Even in herself. She’s not the monster that caused all these deaths. And she learns how to really love and let herself be loved.

Specialty Skills: Refer to the Specialty Skills post and list the traits that your character has shown in canon out beside each subheading
Action Skills
Management - Chutzpah, Hygiene, Moxie
Stealth - Concealment, Disguise, High Alert, Shadowing, Sneaking
Violence - Agility, Projectile Weapons, Thrown Weapons, Unarmed Combat

Knowledge Skills
Hardware -
Software -
Wetware - Outdoor Life

Other Skills (not listed) - Singing

Mutant Abilities: None
Service Firm and Position: Physical Fitness Assessor


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Her life shouldn't be so good. With all of the sins that she's committed in her life, she shouldn't be this happy. It's an odd feeling and at first, Katniss hadn't been certain what it was. Happiness on this kind of scale hadn't been a part of her life in a long time. Since before her father had died. But that fluttering in her chest that she's felt every morning for the past month hadn't been the sign of an oncoming cold but the joy she felt from waking up in Matt's arms. Almost every single morning, the steady rhythm of his heart is the first thing that she hears. His lips have been the first thing she's tasted. His face the first thing she sees.

This might not have been the second chance Matt had had in mind when he initially taken her in but it's better than any other she could ask for. Hard, tricky, terrifying, but still better than any life she let herself picture on the rare occasion Katniss thought there might be something post-Games. What had there been if she was ever let free of the Games? A life of more fighting? Prostitution? Drinking herself to an early death once she was certain that there was enough money in Prim's account to afford college? Or ODing instead. Any life after the Games wasn't going to be a life at all.

But this second chance is better than anything she could ask. Being loved so thoroughly, loving Matt in return. Waking up every morning knowing this man beside her thinks the world of her. It's given her a new kind of courage in which to face the world. She hadn't been afraid to go on subsequent dates with her. She hadn't even thought twice about kissing him in the office one evening, a couple of weeks into their new relationship. Foggy and Karen had been there but she hadn't cared. And that had been liberating. Everything about life has been liberating lately. She's even managed to last the past week at her current job no matter how much she hates waitressing.

Everything has been going well. And shortly after their first date, when she had brought up the idea of being his sidekick again, he hadn't argued. He's taken time out of his normal nightly patrols to work with her instead. Matt's idea of fighting is something much more graceful than the rough and tumble version she had picked up in the ring. It's taken her a while to unlearn a lot of what she had picked up to survive but Katniss is of the opinion that she's progressing. And tonight, when she finally succeeds in knocking Matt off his feet, she feels a sense of pride that she hasn't felt for a long time.

She falls to her knees beside him and leans over to plant a kiss on his lips. "Gotcha," she murmurs against his mouth. "Finally."
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She sits on the blanket she brought to beach, staring at the surf as it crashes on to the shore. It reminds her a little of the brief time she had spent in District 4 during the Victory Tour. But instead of Peeta here keeping her company, a boy she hasn't seen for months and is starting to wonder if she'll ever see again, she's waiting for someone else. In the time she's spent in Itinere, she hasn't made many friends. That doesn't bother her, though. She likes the people she's gotten to know. Besides, her full reason for staying is her sister.

It had come as a little bit of a surprise when Peter suggested a picnic by the water. She rarely spent much time by the water, preferring to hide in the forest when not in town. Now, she's wondering why. It is kind of pretty out here and the smell of the sea air is kind of relaxing. Coming early had been a good idea.
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CHARACTER INFORMATION

NAME: Katniss Everdeen
CANON: The Hunger Games
AGE: 18
CANON POINT: After returning to District 12 in Mockingjay, shortly after her 18th birthday.

BACKGROUND: Hunger Games Wiki: Katniss Everdeen

INCENTIVE/FIT: Katniss will do anything to protect her sister, Prim. At the very start of her canon, she shows this by volunteering to take Prim's place in the Hunger Games despite knowing that this might almost certainly lead to her death. Towards the end of the trilogy, though, all Katniss' efforts to keep her sister alive and well fail when Prim dies in an explosion in the Capitol Center. Katniss is there and watching, unable to get to Prim in time, and goes virtually catatonic after. She really will do anything to save Prim and, if offered the incentive of making certain that her sister does not die in these explosions, she'll willingly (albeit still suspiciously) come to Eudio.

It will not be all that comfortable for her, though. Katniss is a virgin and rather conservative and a little bit prudish at times. She is uncomfortable with nudity, even in an entirely clinical sense. She can be easily flustered at innuendo and hints of sexuality. This happens when the other victors tease her at the start of the Quarter Quell. She's only ever kissed two boys in her life and in both cases, she had romantic feelings for both. Casual sex is not something she'd happily engage in. But hugs - especially around family and friends - are completely okay.

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"It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly. When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself..."

She's never been good at hiding her secrets from Peeta. Not when they had first entered the Hunger Games together seventeen years ago. Not now, all these years later, after spending fifteen of them so close together. They've shared the same house for years now. It's been so many, that it's hard to remember a time when she had been in District 12 alone. Normally, she's grateful. So utterly grateful for Peeta's time and patience and love. But in the past couple of days, that gratefulness has disappeared.

It's her own naivety that's kept the secret this long. Prim had always been the one to help their mother with anything remotely medical or pharmaceutical in nature. The most she ever contributed had been the plants she had encountered during her treks in the forest. The memories linger - all of her memories do - but they seem so far away. From a different lifetime. She's long made her peace with that. Older now (and maybe a little wiser), she understands the uprising had been necessary. For all she had sacrificed, life is different now. For her and for Peeta. For Haymitch, Effie, Gale, and everyone else who lived through the events of that time. Maybe even more so for all the new children born every year, children that will never face the threat of the Hunger Games. Ones that will never grow up confined to their District or status or wealth.

There's freedom now. Freedoms that make all the sacrifices worth it.

She had spent the last few weeks or so wondering if she had been coming down with something. The fatigue, the aches, the nausea, those mornings spent with her hunt delayed as she took a detour to find a place to empty her stomach of breakfast. With winter settling in to the fall, sickness still wasn't all that uncommon in 12. Winter colds, flues and other viruses. She had dismissed her symptoms just as that. Symptoms that she's caught this year's cold. Nothing that she wouldn't get over, wouldn't pass.

Though they've talked, discussed the possibility of a family of their own, she had always been so afraid. Only recently had she come to warm to the idea - and not just for Peeta's sake. She just never expected it to happen so soon.

Peeta will be home soon. He doesn't know that she's visited the doctor today, finally sought explanation for the symptoms she's done her best to hide from him. The diagnoses had confirmed what she already suspected, had expected since feeling the flutters within her stomach days ago. The fear she feels almost overhwelms her if she lets herself stop and think.

So she doesn't. She keeps pacing back and forth in their living room. Even though they've discussed this, she doesn't know how he'll react.

He'll be home soon.

Soon.
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Character Basics:
Character Name: Katniss Everdeen
Journal: stillplaying
Age: 18
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Canon Point: After returning to District 12 in "Mockingjay," a couple of weeks after Peeta's return.
Debt:
Class A: 12 years
Class B: 4 years, 6 months
Class C: 20 years, 10 months

  • GRAND TOTAL: 37 years, 4 months


    Canon Character Section:
    History: Hunger Games wiki entry: Katniss Everdeen

    Personality:
    Katniss Everdeen is a survivor through and through, rarely giving up in even the most extreme of circumstances. She often thinks of herself as selfish and purely motivated by what she needs to stay alive and Katniss easily tends to delude herself into believing the worst about her. But at the her personality that grows as the story progresses, as she learns more about love and being loved.

    From even before the books begin, her father’s death highlights Katniss as a highly stubborn and motivated survivor. She easily gives up the rest of her childhood at age eleven to become the head of her family. She won’t let her family starve, won’t give in to self-pity or grief, however much she misses her father. She’ll do whatever she can for them, the rest of the District and Panem be damned. But a true self-centered survivor would only fend for themselves. Instead, everything she does is for her younger sister, Prim – easily one of the most important people in Katniss’ life, if not the most important in her eyes.

    If it was in Katniss’ power, she would make sure Prim would want for nothing. And while there are various examples of this in the books – allowing Prim’s ugly cat to stay despite meaning it would be an extra mouth to feed, ensuring that Prim never has to take an extra tesserae in the Hunger Games to supply their family with grain and other supplies - nothing speaks more than her willingness to take Prim’s place in the 74th Hunger Games despite knowing full well it could easily mean Katniss’ own death. Her little sister must have every opportunity to live a fulfilling life that Katniss doesn’t have herself.

    It’s with the 74th Hunger Games that Katniss learns that she’s so much more than a provider. She really is a survivor at heart. She doesn’t care what others think of her. She’s brash and self-centered, rude, rebellious, difficult to relate to. All Katniss wants is to do whatever she needs to in order to survive and make it back to Prim. And if it means killing all those in the arena with her, she will not think twice. Cold and calculating, maybe even scary in her ability to be a predator and not prey.

    But at the same time, while Katniss keeps reminding herself of this, focusing on her own negative attributes, Peeta sees something different. The girl on fire, the girl who has no idea of the effect she can have on people. She’s proud and true to herself, noble in the way she fights for Prim and then to keep Peeta live, however selfish she claims her own actions are. And although Katniss never sees it, she’s far less heartless than she thinks. The nightmares she has after the Hunger Games attest to that. If she truly didn’t care about anyone but herself, then Katniss’ subconscious wouldn’t prey so easily on her guilt.

    Katniss’ stunt with the poisoned berries in the arena of the 74th Hunger Games, her last ditch attempt to ensure both she and Peeta leave alive, is seen by most of Panem as the spark needed to ignite rebellion. Katniss is introspective enough to give thought to that, to see how easily others would see it as such. But she does it out of a selfish need to keep them alive. Because in the end of the games, she can’t bring herself to sacrifice this boy who would easily sacrifice himself for her. She has a selfish desire to keep alive his adoration – he doesn’t have to love her, but he does, and it’s something that Katniss doesn’t fully comprehend but does realize she needs. And in the end, she’s tired of being a pawn. Yet, she’s still cold enough to tell Peeta that she played up her love for him then as an act and a trick for the Games. It’s the lie she needs to survive at that point in her life, where she wants her best friend Gale (also in love with her) to be easy in her company. She wants her life to be simple.

    For the Quarter Quell and the 75th Hunger Games, former victors are selected to return to the arena and once again fight to the death. This time, Katniss actually stops being a survivor in favor to a different mantra that she can never breaks: keep Peeta alive. It’s easy to dismiss as a result of her love for him, or her selfish desire to keep alive someone who cares so much for her, but in many ways, it’s also her way of clinging to morals and humanity. Time and time again, she points out that Peeta’s almost too good, shouldn’t be in the Hunger Games, is nothing like her when it comes to how easily she’ll take a life. It’s something knows she can never be like but, perhaps, in keeping Peeta alive, she can be good, too.

    Like in the Games itself, she becomes a pawn in a much bigger game when the Districts rebel against the Capitol. The rebels use her as a sympathetic spokesperson to garner support and she knowingly lets herself be used, especially after Prim points out she can bargain for the other victors’ amnesty. But even then, she can’t stick to the rules and, although not necessarily on purpose, finds herself breaking them left and right. To do what’s right by her instead of others. It’s why she uses her position as a spokesperson to gain amnesty for the other victors or to allow Prim to keep Buttercup even though life in District 13 is a life of strict rations. And the way she runs into the heat of the attack during District 8 to help protect the hospital rather than hiding in safety as Haymitch wants her to do.

    During these rebellions, she also finally does learn how to break. She falls into a deep depression a number of times due to various events and her inability to cope with them– Peeta’s kidnapping by President Snow, Prim’s death, etc. But these depressions also show that she’s become a far more empathetic character than she once was, even though she still can’t see it. She’s a young girl put into impossible events that would reduce any less stronger individual to pieces. But most importantly, though she survives as she always has, she learns that there are more important things to survival. That there could be political causes, that there could even be people that you must put ahead of her own self. It is this lesson in itself that motivates Katniss towards President Coin’s assassination. She will not let all her struggles and loses be in vain, allowing another power-hungry leader with little regard to human life to assume control. Katniss must be the one to do this because, by this point, she will not put anyone else she remotely cares about at risk.

    In the end of the trilogy, what can be said most about Katniss is that she lives through. She goes through the motions, finds ways to distract herself, plays games to remind her that there is good in people. Even in herself. She’s not the monster that caused all these deaths. And she learns how to really love and let herself be loved.

    Strengths and weaknesses:
    Katniss is a strong individual with so much backbone and determination within her. She’s the girl on fire, and not just because of the outfit she wears in her introduction to the Games. She literally has an unquenchable thirst to live her life – for herself and, by the end of her canon, for all those who died. And she will do whatever it takes to honor this promise.

    Although slow to trust, she does make a steadfast and loyal friend once this trust is gained. She’s resourceful and skilled and self-reliant, a quick thinker on her feet. And in many ways, her own selfishness makes for her strength in keeping those she cares about alive. It’s easier for Katniss to see all the negatives in her personality, but at the same time, she adheres to them. She reacts without thinking and is next to impossible to mold – as both Haymitch and Coin find out during their time with her. Lying is far from a strong suit. Without a doubt, Katniss is first and foremost true to herself.

    In many ways, a lot of Katniss’ strengths are balanced by her weaknesses. She can be very socially inept: keeping to herself as a child, unaware of the friendships she’s made. Even Gale, her best friend, is someone she sees as a resource after their initial meeting and does not become a friend until much later on. Madge, the Mayor’s daughter, is another example of someone she’d spend time with without truly understanding the impact of that time. Prior to the Hunger Games, she considers Madge just another lonely girl to sit with at lunch. Specifically, one who won't expect Katniss to talk. (Unless otherwise motivated, Katniss is ultimately far better at being an observer than a participant, especially when conversation is involved.) It's not until Madge gives her the mockingjay pin as a token that Katniss really realizes what her friendship meant to the other girl. And with both Peeta and Gale, their romantic intentions towards her go unnoticed until the boys act upon them.

    When Katniss does allow herself to feel, it often overwhelms her – a source of many of the breakdowns she eventually has after the 74th Hunger Games. It’s easier to be logical and to push aside feelings than to acknowledge them. But when she does, she feels everything - every single death that she’s caused, however indirectly, she takes responsibility for. And a lot of the times it’s too much. She would rather avoid than face problems of emotions, as seen when she initially ignores required phone sessions with her therapist at the end of Mockingjay.

    Even then, she’s not very book smart and does not have a very good education. It’s not something she considers much of a fault, though she does acknowledge it, but it is pointed out again and again. Katniss has survival skills, but Katniss would never have won the Hunger Games based on wit alone. And while she comes across as very mature, at times she can be moody and prickly – a true teenager in many ways. Someone still learning much about the world she lives in, and how to be a part of it.

    In Teleios:
    Due to her self-degrading nature and overwhelming sense of guilt, Katniss will have no problem believing that she has crimes in which she must redeem herself. In general, Katniss does not consider herself a good person worthy of compliment or praise. She owes all those who died because of her so much more.

    That said, she will also be suspicious of Teleios and those in charge. As much as she believes that she belongs there, it’ll strike her still as something of a game. That she was brought here at the whim of someone else will make her suspicious. She’s been used as a game piece by those in power too many times before (both in the Hunger Games and afterwards) to be capable of thinking otherwise.


    Powers/Abilities: Katniss is an amazing hunter, especially with a bow and arrow, capable of killing squirrels and rats by shooting an arrow in their eye without tarnishing the rest of the carcass. She can also sing beautifully, much like her father. In the books, it's stated that when Katniss sings, even the birds fall silent to listen.

    Appearance: Katniss' PB is Jennifer Lawrence. Images for reference can be found here. Katniss has dark black-brown hair, grey eyes, and olive skin. It should also be noted that Katniss is of shorter height than her PB (somewhere probably between 5'2"-5'3") and currently still a little bit underweight. She's covered head to toe in scars from burns and ripped tissue grafts, though her face is described as being mostly spared. Hair is carefully plaited to hide unevenness of hair growing back in from fire bombs.



    CR AU
    Game You’re Transferring CR from: N/A

    How has your character changed from their canon self?

    Are they gaining any abilities from their time in game? Did the game setting take something from them?


    Samples:
    Actionspam Sample:
    It's not exactly actionspam, but it does have actual dialogue within it. She tends to be more on the quiet side canonically.


    Prose Sample:
    On days like today, when game is scarce, it's harder. She might not be the only hunter in District 12 anymore, but she knows she's still one of the more frequent. After all, she's out here every day. Sometimes she wanders further in than other days, checking traps, gathering plants, losing herself in almost a ritualistic manner. It's the best way to keep memories at bay.

    Still, she remembers. She lists the dead in her head, all the faces that haunt her in her dreams. The way they still all come together some nights to bury her alive. It's a recurring dream, always the same. One by one, they each take a handful of dirt and drop it on her prone body. Even as she walks through the forest, she’s lost in the nightmare. A nightmare of remaining still, unable to move, watching Prim and then Rue and Finnick and Boggs and so many.

    Without realizing it, she's quietly begun to whisper that list to aloud, that list of all those people she's killed. All the deaths she's been responsible for. And she knows once again that she has no right to be alive. She should be as dead as the rest of them. She deserves to be. But she isn’t. She lived, even when so many far less deserving died.

    "Cato." The list continues as she continues to walk quietly in the forest, bow in hand. "Marvel. Glimm-"

    The breaking of a twig stops her. She falls silent and looks around until her eyes fall on a young buck a few yards down, not even mature. The antlers are in velvet, barely little more than nubs sticking from the head. He looks as startled to see her as she is to see him. But a year or two older than any yearling. Perfect game. An arrow is drawn before she realizes what she's even doing.

    There's only one moment of hesitation. When she remembers the last deer she brought down, with Gale's help, back before the twisted tragedy that became their lives. She's never attempted to kill one on her own. And a deer this size, it'll be too big for her to take back on her own. But District 12 could use the food. And it’s no longer taboo. Anyone can hunt, provide meat and sustenance for them and theirs.

    Her arrow goes flying, piercing a lung. The buck bolts and her second shot isn't as true, hitting it in the midsection. And then she's running after it. It's not a long run. The animal stumbles over a log in its desperate flee and falls. She gets in one final shot, right in the heart.

    There's a sense of grim satisfaction as she watches the deer exhale his final breath. Then she's on her knees, carefully removing and wiping her arrows. She places her bow on the ground and pushes the animal onto its back. She takes out her knife to make a small incision by the genitals. It's followed by a longer cut up towards the chest. Field dressing first. Then, she'll figure out how to get it back to town.

    One move at a time.

    One game every moment.

    It’s the only way to keep moving forward.
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    stillplaying: ([others] tributes from district 12)
    They sit on the couch together, more space between them than there's been since his return to District 12. It's mostly her fault this time rather than his. He hasn't had any flashbacks today, experienced any moments of hijacked memories that break apart the reality they've begun to build together. He's almost been like the Peeta she remembers. That boy who risked a beating to give her bread.

    She wishes for a second that she could still be that girl. That this was another time, another place. Or that Haymitch had been damned brave enough to leave his drunken stupor behind just for a moment and join them. They both tried. They had both given up rather quickly.

    He should be here, though. He should be here. He had been the one to make the final decision, whose vote had made a difference. At least, that's what she tells herself even if, really, she blames herself for what is about to happen. She knew how Haymitch would have voted. Knew without a doubt. Because in the end, they'll always be too much alike.

    And even now, even as she doesn't have to face the next half hour alone, she's isolating herself. It may not be the white alcohol, but it's still something. She's the one who took the seat on the other end of the couch, the one who won't even look in his direction. Because even after his hijacking, he had remained good deep down. Better than her.

    All she had cared about was revenge then. Even now, months and months after that final vote, the feelings still linger.

    Paylor's voice breaks the silence in the room. The anthem of Panem plays in the background and she knows it's about to start. Her heart skips a beat, breath caught in her throat and she freezes in her seat. She's terrified. Ashamed. Broken and yet triumphant all at once. She wants nothing more than to be held by Peeta or to hold him.

    But she can't move. She can't do anything but stare at the screen.
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    KATNISS EVERDEEN

    [ STATS | OOC PERMISSIONS | IC PERMISSIONS | WARNINGS ]


    STATS

    Age/Sex/Gender: 18; female
    Hair: Dark brown/black
    Eyes: Grey
    Skin-tone: Olive
    Height: 5' 2"
    Weight: 105 lbs (approx.)
    Build: Thin.

    Noticeable characteristics: Covered head to toe in scars from burns and ripped tissue grafts, though her face is described as being mostly spared. Hair is carefully plaited to hide unevenness of hair growing back in from fire bombs.

    Occupations: Victor, Mockingjay, Hunter, Caretaker, Sister, Reluctant Leader and Inspiration

    Inventory: Bow and quiver with arrows. Hunting back with a skinning knife, a canteen of water, and some random odds and ends for setting up snares. Her father's old leather jacket.


    OOC

    Backtagging: Yes. I am a grad student, so I'm not going to necessarily be as quick at things as I'd like. Please, please bare with me and stay backtag friendly?

    Threadhopping: I'd prefer contact OOC first! But I'm easily accessible on AIM and plurk (enelyasol) and through PM with this journal, so that shouldn't be a problem!

    Fourthwalling: No.

    Offensive subjects (elaborate): Please no detailed references to child abuse, though violence/unpleasantness of the nature we see in canon is of course not a problem.


    IC

    Hugging this character: Expanding on touch in general -- she's okay with it provided that it's someone she knows and trusts. Do not expect her to be receptive (or at all polite) if she doesn't know you. But if that's ok with you, go for it!

    Kissing this character: Romantically, odds aren't going to be in your favor if you're not Peeta Mellark or Gale Hawthorne. Platonically, family and close friends.

    Flirting with this character: Good luck! She's not very good at flirting back.

    Fighting with this character: At your own risk. If Katniss winds up in a fight, there's a good chance she'll fight to the death. Especially if she feels like her survival (or someone she cares for) is at threat.

    Injuring this character (include limits and severity): I'm okay with this, but I would prefer it if you contact me first.

    Killing this character: Contact me.

    Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: She will not respond to this well. Still, contact me if you want to.


    WARNINGS

    Warnings: Katniss comes from a future distopia version of North America and has gone through a number of traumatic experiences within her life. She has been both catatonic and suicidal in her recent past as a result. Katniss suffers from PTSD.

    Triggery topics may include but are not limited to:
    abuse, violence, anxiety, suicide, depression, death, self-harm

    I will do my best to provide warning if any content becomes prominent in a thread.



    IC/OOC Permissions meme.
    Image from tumblr.
    stillplaying: (Default)


    "What?"




    [If you need to get in touch with the player, please message this journal or find me on AIM or plurk @ enelyasol!]
    stillplaying: (Default)
    Your name or online alias: Jenny
    Your email: pilot.jaina@gmail.com
    Another preferred means of contact: plurk or aim, @ enelyasol
    Character's Full Name: Katniss Everdeen
    Character's Canon: The Hunger Games
    Character's Journal Name: stillplaying
    What would you like your character's tag to be?: katniss everdeen

    Answer the following questions in no less than 300 words but no greater than 1000 words put together...
    Character's background (their past and present): Katniss Everdeen grew up in the Seam of District 12 in Panem. Her father died when she was 11 and her mother had a breakdown, leaving Katniss the sole provider of her family. She went to school, took care of her sister and mother, and hunted in the woods with Gale.

    When Primrose Everdeen was chosen for tribute in the 74th annual Hunger Games, Katniss volunteered to take her place, joining Peeta Mellark as District 12 tribute. Katniss had difficulty being likable, especially in mentor Haymitch's eyes. Peeta had no such problem and worked alongside her. During their interviews, Peeta declared his love with Katniss and endearing the nation to the idea of star-crossed lovers doomed to die in the arena. Ultimately, Katniss and Peeta won the 74th Hunger Games despite the odds. Once they were the only two remaining, the Gamemakers changed the rules once more: only one tribute could win. Rather than kill one another, they threatened joint suicide by poison berries instead – Katniss’ idea – and were declared victors.

    At Haymitch’s urging, Katniss claimed that it was her love for Peeta that drove her to pull out the berries rather than an unintentional act of rebellion. The charade continued even after they returned home. During the Victory Tour, Peeta proposed marriage and Katniss accepted. Shortly after, Gale also told her that he loved her.

    Tributes were selected from a pool of previous winners for the Quater Quell. Katniss had cared mostly about her own survival in the prior games. Now, she only cared about Peeta surviving. In the arena, they formed an initially uneasy alliance with the tributes from Finnick and Mags. Other tributes eventually joined their group, a part of the rebellion against the Capitol aiming to get Katniss (their figurehead) out of the arena alive.

    This plan almost worked. Katniss woke up in District 13, but Peeta had been captured by the Capitol and District 12 had been destroyed. She eventually agreed to help the rebellion if it meant that Peeta and the other captured Victors would be given amnesty when rescued. Her reunion with Peeta wasn't joyous. He had been brainwashed by the Capitol into hating her. War continued.

    While filming propoganda within the Capitol, Katniss' team leader died in a hidden trap and she was put in charge. Determined to assassinate President Snow, she managed to get most of her team killed before reaching the mansion - only to watch her beloved sister die with the triage crew.

    The war ended but Katniss fell into a horrible depression. On the last day of the war, she was sent to kill President Snow but opted to kill the District 13 president instead and tried to commit suicide. After being acquitted, she returned home to District 12 to dwell in her depression. Peeta soon returned and together, they start to heal.

    Character's personality: Katniss is a strong individual with so much backbone and determination within her. She’s the girl on fire, and has an unquenchable thirst to live her life – for herself and, by the end of her canon, for all those who died. She will do whatever it takes to honor this promise. She's a survivor and rarely gives up in even the most extreme of circumstances. She often thinks of herself as selfish and Katniss easily tends to delude herself into believing the worst about her. But at the same time, she can be very self-sacrificial, willing to give up anything for people she loves.

    Although slow to trust, she does make a steadfast and loyal friend once this trust is gained, a little bit cheeky and even silly at times. She’s resourceful and skilled and self-reliant, a quick thinker on her feet. It’s easier for Katniss to see all the negatives in her personality. She reacts without thinking and is next to impossible to mold – as both Haymitch and Coin find out during their time with her. Without a doubt, Katniss is first and foremost true to herself.

    She can be very socially inept and doesn't make friends easily. She tries to keep herself distant from others. She doesn't need them and they don't need her. When Katniss does allow herself to feel, it often overwhelms her – a source of many of the breakdowns she eventually has after the 74th Hunger Games. Though she goes through the motions at the end of the novels, she also finds ways to distract herself by playing games to remind her that there is good in people. Even in herself.

    Character's skills/abilities/powers: Katniss is an amazing hunter and a talented archer. She can also sing beautifully. It’s stated that when Katniss sings, even the birds fall silent to listen.

    Any special equipment your character is bringing along? This includes weaponry, magic items, etc.: I'd like Katniss to come here with her hunting bow and a quiver of arrows. I'll probably take her from the middle of a hunt, which means she'll have some supplies with her as well: a bag, a skinning knife, a canteen of water, and some random odds and ends for setting up snares.

    Are you bringing your character to [community profile] ten_fwd from another game? If you are, which game?: No.

    If you answered yes above, briefly summarize how they were changed by and what challenges they faced in the climate of their previous game(s): N/A

    Why do you want to play this character in Ten Forward, and what do you plan to do with them? I love that despite all of the turmoil Katniss has been through in her life, she still manages to find a way to keep pushing through and make something of her life. She remains her true to her self no matter the consequences or what others might think. In putting her in Ten Forward, I think it'll be a good opportunity for her to heal from the games in an unfamiliar environment and meet people from other canons to who can support her.

    Writing Sample #1:
    On days like today, when game is scarce, it's harder. She might not be the only hunter in District 12 anymore, but she knows she's still one of the more frequent. After all, she's out here every day. Sometimes she wanders further in than other days, checking traps, gathering plants, losing herself in almost a ritualistic manner. It's the best way to keep memories at bay.

    Still, she remembers. She lists the dead in her head, all the faces that haunt her in her dreams. The way they still all come together some nights to bury her alive. It's a recurring dream, always the same. One by one, they each take a handful of dirt and drop it on her prone body. Even as she walks through the forest, she’s lost in the nightmare. A nightmare of remaining still, unable to move, watching Prim and then Rue and Finnick and Boggs and so many.

    Without realizing it, she's quietly begun to whisper that list to aloud, that list of all those people she's killed. All the deaths she's been responsible for. And she knows once again that she has no right to be alive. She should be as dead as the rest of them. She deserves to be. But she isn’t. She lived, even when so many far less deserving died.

    "Cato." The list continues as she continues to walk quietly in the forest, bow in hand. "Marvel. Glimm-"

    The breaking of a twig stops her. She falls silent and looks around until her eyes fall on a young buck a few yards down, not even mature. The antlers are in velvet, barely little more than nubs sticking from the head. He looks as startled to see her as she is to see him. But a year or two older than any yearling. Perfect game. An arrow is drawn before she realizes what she's even doing.

    There's only one moment of hesitation. When she remembers the last deer she brought down, with Gale's help, back before the twisted tragedy that became their lives. She's never attempted to kill one on her own. And a deer this size, it'll be too big for her to take back on her own. But District 12 could use the food. And it’s no longer taboo. Anyone can hunt, provide meat and sustenance for them and theirs.

    Her arrow goes flying, piercing a lung. The buck bolts and her second shot isn't as true, hitting it in the midsection. And then she's running after it. It's not a long run. The animal stumbles over a log in its desperate flee and falls. She gets in one final shot, right in the heart.

    There's a sense of grim satisfaction as she watches the deer exhale his final breath. Then she's on her knees, carefully removing and wiping her arrows. She places her bow on the ground and pushes the animal onto its back. She takes out her knife to make a small incision by the genitals. It's followed by a longer cut up towards the chest. Field dressing first. Then, she'll figure out how to get it back to town.

    One move at a time.

    One game every moment.

    It’s the only way to keep moving forward.

    Writing Sample #2: test drive thread.
    stillplaying: ([others] the boy with fire)
    Rubble still remains, pockets of ash among the new buildings constructed. Not all of District 12 has been rebuilt and refurbished in the past year. Ground has been broken for a new pharmaceutical plant, fields plowed, business slowly coming back to life. It's not the same place it was a year ago when she had returned, broken and defeated. A shell of the girl she used to be. Nor is it the place she remembers growing up in. It's something different now. Something new that arose in the ashes.

    And maybe it's much the same for her, too. Though she holds the pain of her sister's death close to her heart and the horrors of the Hunger Games visit her nightly in her dreams, she no longer lets them swallow her alive. Some days are better than others. Some nights, more capable of sleeping through. But since spring's arrival a couple of weeks ago, she's made certain to get out to the woods every morning. While Peeta bakes, she hunts. Their afternoons are sometimes spent together, sometimes spent alone as they do their own small parts to help with the District's rebuilding.

    It's a routine. A fairly regular routine that's helped her get from day to day, week to week. Sometimes it's tedious. Sometimes she wants nothing more than the curl into a ball and die. Find that death she deserves, that should have claimed her instead of Prim. Other days, she's almost thankful to be still alive.

    Today's oddly become one of the latter days. What started out as a disappointing hunt in drizzly April weather had since turned into a successful trip. She carries with her two ducks as she makes her way from the woods towards the Hawthorne residence. Even if it still hurts to think of him from time to time, she's made certain to help Mrs. Hawthorne out these past few months. Whenever she has a little extra meat from her hunt, or Peeta bakes more bread than he can sell, she makes certain to stop by.

    But she never expects to see him. Because she always pictures him in District 2 with his fancy job, kissing another pair of lips. Forgetting her entirely. And maybe it's better that way. Maybe it's better for both of them to keep apart and heal alone.

    It's not how she ever expected they'd end up.

    Pushing stray thoughts aside, she knocks on the door before pushing it open. It's mid-afternoon and the children should be in school. But it's easier some days not to deal with their smiles and their questions. Like it is today.

    "Mrs. Hawthorne?" She walks towards the kitchen, knowing the route by heart. "Are you home?"