[Where the odds ever in her favor? She survived, not one, but two arenas. Got Peeta out of there alive, too. Damaged, but alive. And that... that's something that had never been done before, had it? Not until the star-crossed lovers of District Twelve came along. Until a spark had been ignited in her own stubbornness, desperateness not to have to go home without him. Face the crowds of people who would have hated her, despised her, if she had killed him.
She doesn't respond, though she did notice the effort Clove had made in dressing up today. As if she were going to the Justice Hall, as if the reaping really were to occur. But she'd be safe today. Every child, from every District. Finally, they'd be safe.
It does make Clove stand out, though. When she sees her near the fountain a little later that day. Unlike the girl from District Two, Katniss isn't dressed up. Her clothing is simple - a light green t-shirt and tawny trousers. Laced up boots. But it lacks the jacket she wore into the arena during those first games. And her bow here is no where as nice as the one provided by the Capitol.
She stands not too far on the other side of the fountain. Watching Clove thoughtfully as she debates whether to go over. Whether to even acknowledge the other tribute's presence. In the end, minutes later, she settles on a brief nod. Continues walking. Past Clove and past the fountain. Into the items store. It's been a while since she was last in here, looking for goods. Now might be a good time.]
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She doesn't respond, though she did notice the effort Clove had made in dressing up today. As if she were going to the Justice Hall, as if the reaping really were to occur. But she'd be safe today. Every child, from every District. Finally, they'd be safe.
It does make Clove stand out, though. When she sees her near the fountain a little later that day. Unlike the girl from District Two, Katniss isn't dressed up. Her clothing is simple - a light green t-shirt and tawny trousers. Laced up boots. But it lacks the jacket she wore into the arena during those first games. And her bow here is no where as nice as the one provided by the Capitol.
She stands not too far on the other side of the fountain. Watching Clove thoughtfully as she debates whether to go over. Whether to even acknowledge the other tribute's presence. In the end, minutes later, she settles on a brief nod. Continues walking. Past Clove and past the fountain. Into the items store. It's been a while since she was last in here, looking for goods. Now might be a good time.]