open rp post

[wunderkind]

an open rp post
(it is what it says it is)

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pick a character

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leave me a comment. maybe a scenario, maybe an AU scenario, maybe a picture, maybe a word,
maybe a request to resume old game canon, maybe just a comment.
i don't care. do your worst.

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helpful note: i am currently obsessed with the Hunger Games and Christmas. can you combine those into one tag?

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let's get it on



disclaimer: we probably won't get it on
+ there are no promises i will take this seriously

Comments

IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!

[asafire]

[Great. Here's Peeta, and now she can't run away. It would be stupid to run away. It's not like she's afraid of him, she just doesn't want to deal with the confrontation. It shouldn't be a confrontation, but that's the way it feels, every time. Katniss is well aware that she's the one that's thrown up the wall between them, widening the distance. And she doesn't care--but she still doesn't want to come face-to-face with Peeta, not more than she has to. With the Games ended and their victory secure, they don't have to see each other anymore, right?

Except he lives so close. And he's here, right now, looking at her in a way that makes her feel a little pinned down. Katniss freezes, first, like a deer that's caught sight of a predator--but then she turns, reluctantly, to face him fully. If she just looks at the bread instead of Peeta, she can carry on a short conversation, and then excuse herself. She focuses her gaze there, but doesn't yet step closer to accept it from him.]

Yeah. I know.

[The cookies Prim brings home end up on the thin china plates stocking the cupboards, the ones Katniss always feels like she's going to break if she looks too hard at them. Peeta's cupboards have the same plates. All of the houses in the Victor's Village do, all except Haymitch's. He'd broken all of his china long ago.]

You're really good.

[The compliment is reluctant, too--not because she doesn't mean it, but because she doesn't know how to deliver it, or how much to say. It comes out short, gruff.]

[inventedcakepie]

[He stands there and looks at her and doesn't know how to even say hello, not when she's so much of who he is and clearly doesn't want anything to do with him, and when he isn't sure if he really wants to forgive her, not for using him, even though it got them both home.

So he settles for manners. Effie would be proud.]

Thank you.

Do you want...anything? I have a lot.

[As if that wasn't obvious]

Although school gets out in about an hour.

[asafire]

[Well, he's still holding the loaf of bread, and just taking it would make this a lot easier. So Katniss forces herself to step in closer, firmly accepting the bread from him.]

This is fine. Thanks.

[She makes sure not to even come close to doing something stupid, like accidentally brushing his fingertips with hers, or even coming close to that.]

Maybe some cookies. For my mother, and Prim-- then she won't have to stop by.

[inventedcakepie]

[He nods, and steps up towards the door, nodding his head a bit]

Are you coming?

[It's almost a challenge. Are you brave enough to deal with it?]

[asafire]

[Of course she's brave enough. She meets his eye and holds that gaze a moment, steadily--and she doesn't answer, she just shoves forward to walk into his house, ducking ahead of him so she beats him into the kitchen.

The smell of bread--of baking--what was just an alluring distant smell is overwhelming indoors, and Katniss' stomach grumbles a little. She's hungrier than she would have thought.]

I can't even see the cookies, there's so much here.

omg dw send me my notifs B|

[inventedcakepie]

[He tilts his head a little, watching her go, as if he didn't expect that (but of course, he did, he expected her to do this, she always does this. Rise to challenge, take the bait.)

They're in the back of the cabinet. Just over there, next to the apple and cheese tarts.

[Goat cheese, a gift from Prim.

The cookies themselves aren't iced yet, he hasn't had time to mix the icing and fix the colors.]

If you wait, I can ice them.