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stillplaying) wrote2012-08-19 01:01 pm
stillplaying) wrote2012-08-19 01:01 pm
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7th Game [action/voice]
[Action]
[The bakery is a mess. She never meant for it to end up that way. It just sort of happened. Flour covering hair and body, the smell of something burning from the kitchen, flecks of pink frosting teasing her cheeks. Peeta's normally presentable window displays are less than ideal; a poor attempt at recreating the alluring cakes that always caught her attention back in District Twelve. The frosting's melted from the summer heat on one that's sat out since Friday. Another is poorly covered with a grey color -- an attempt at mixing food dyes gone horribly wrong.
Ingredients for various baked goods have somehow escaped the kitchen, piled up on the counters, half covering the note cards Peeta had left for her. Cookbooks borrowed from the library lie open elsewhere, pages now far from pristine. Half baked pretzels stock the shelves along with burnt chocolate chip cookies. Deformed cheese breads and crumbled brownie bites still in their trays sit nearby. Even Buttercup, easily pleased by any free food, ignores the easy pickings.
She tried. She had tried so hard. Peeta had left her recipes. Had tried to teach her how to bake on lazy days when she was more content to spend time with him in the bakery than go about her own thing. It seems that every lesson has been forgotten. Any skill she might have had in the kitchen, utterly gone.
The rain pours outside as she plucks at the rock hard shortbread cookies she's recently retrieved from the oven, trying her best to peel them from the tray. It's a halfhearted effort as she leans her head against her hand and stares out the window. She'd rather be hunting. But it's been raining ever since Peeta left for his mission, raining so hard, all she's been able to do is check a couple of the traps in the river behind their house. And she had promised, hadn't she? Promised she'd look after the bakery?
Look how miserably she failed, the worry making it hard to breathe, harder to concentrate. Shouldn't he be back by now? Shouldn't he?
Every few minutes, she checks the journal for signs of life. Ignores Buttercup begging for real food. Glances at the door to see if Peeta's finally return. No luck. No luck at all. He's supposed to be back today. Why isn't he back yet?]
[Voice]
Why do you bother? [The words aren't meant to be recorded in the journal, but they are, anyway. It barely processes to Katniss that she's left it laying open, close enough to pick up any mutterings.] Going on these missions? Being a piece in their games?
It's stupid. This is all stupid.
[ooc: timed to after mission is over, when people start arriving home. but if you want to tag during -- feel free to have katniss in the bakery making a mess from friday on!
also, edit for warning of sexual content in the Peeta thread.]
[The bakery is a mess. She never meant for it to end up that way. It just sort of happened. Flour covering hair and body, the smell of something burning from the kitchen, flecks of pink frosting teasing her cheeks. Peeta's normally presentable window displays are less than ideal; a poor attempt at recreating the alluring cakes that always caught her attention back in District Twelve. The frosting's melted from the summer heat on one that's sat out since Friday. Another is poorly covered with a grey color -- an attempt at mixing food dyes gone horribly wrong.
Ingredients for various baked goods have somehow escaped the kitchen, piled up on the counters, half covering the note cards Peeta had left for her. Cookbooks borrowed from the library lie open elsewhere, pages now far from pristine. Half baked pretzels stock the shelves along with burnt chocolate chip cookies. Deformed cheese breads and crumbled brownie bites still in their trays sit nearby. Even Buttercup, easily pleased by any free food, ignores the easy pickings.
She tried. She had tried so hard. Peeta had left her recipes. Had tried to teach her how to bake on lazy days when she was more content to spend time with him in the bakery than go about her own thing. It seems that every lesson has been forgotten. Any skill she might have had in the kitchen, utterly gone.
The rain pours outside as she plucks at the rock hard shortbread cookies she's recently retrieved from the oven, trying her best to peel them from the tray. It's a halfhearted effort as she leans her head against her hand and stares out the window. She'd rather be hunting. But it's been raining ever since Peeta left for his mission, raining so hard, all she's been able to do is check a couple of the traps in the river behind their house. And she had promised, hadn't she? Promised she'd look after the bakery?
Look how miserably she failed, the worry making it hard to breathe, harder to concentrate. Shouldn't he be back by now? Shouldn't he?
Every few minutes, she checks the journal for signs of life. Ignores Buttercup begging for real food. Glances at the door to see if Peeta's finally return. No luck. No luck at all. He's supposed to be back today. Why isn't he back yet?]
[Voice]
Why do you bother? [The words aren't meant to be recorded in the journal, but they are, anyway. It barely processes to Katniss that she's left it laying open, close enough to pick up any mutterings.] Going on these missions? Being a piece in their games?
It's stupid. This is all stupid.
[ooc: timed to after mission is over, when people start arriving home. but if you want to tag during -- feel free to have katniss in the bakery making a mess from friday on!
also, edit for warning of sexual content in the Peeta thread.]
action:
[She's claimed the bar and is, despite the sticky filling, picking it apart piece by piece to eat it.
Apples and sweets. This may have replaced cinnamon rolls as her favorite dessert in the bakery. Not that she doesn't still plan on trying anything new.
Made by Lover Boy. Not Twelve.]
They're good.
action:
[Even though the words are said with a shrug, there still is an underlining meaning to them. It's Peeta. He's the very definition of good to Katniss. Even after the hijacking, he was still that boy. That dandelion in the spring. The one that was optimistic. The one that still somehow learned to see the good in her that she couldn't find himself. The one worth dying for.
He was good. And good at whatever he put his mind to.]
Have you tried his cheese buns?
action:
[She’s skeptical, in her own way.
Bread and cheese she knows. She’s had that nearly every meal at the Academy. It’s sweets that were usually denied them, and she was discouraged from trying anything in the village even on free days.
Still. It was Lover Boy. And from what she’d tasted so far, his food was always worth trying.]
action:
But Peeta's supposed to be back soon. He can always make more. And everyone deserves to try this food at least one.
As she bends down to pull out the try, she still keeps an eye on the other girl. There's the treaty but is the treaty still enough to protect her? She quickly stands with the tray and places it on the counter.]
Try one.
action:
They have a truce. It won't be poison. Rationally, she knows this. Yet, there's some inner concern about the matter, some lingering suspicion. She overrules the paranoia and takes a roll, tearing off a corner of it. She puts it in her mouth, chews, and swallows, considering the taste.
...Much better than just bread and cheese, which was what she was expecting. Some kind of better presentation of what was a typical part of an Academy meal. But no. There's something different about it, something very good. There's a rich flavor and a softness she's only just getting used to here.
She tears off a second bite and nods, voicing what really doesn't need to be said.]
It's good.
action:
No matter how delicious it looked.
She picks one up for herself as the girl, rips off a piece, and takes a small bite from that piece. Lips curl into a small smile at the compliment.]
They're the best.