thecapitol | New kind of victory.

New kind of victory.

Who| Everyone on the District Tours.
What| The Celebration dinners for all the Districts.
Where| Specified in thread.
When| The second night they are there.
Warnings/Notes| Find your district below. Leave any questions here. And please add any needed warning into your subject line when appropriate.

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A huge chatterbox, and Peeta had to grin at that. It was in subtle gestures, when it came to his father. His mother didn't do subtle. Maybe Peeta got a little bit of both from them.

Glancing back at her after being distracted by the fires, he looked surprise for a moment. It settled into pleased very quickly.

"Sure. I'm sure they won't miss us for awhile." He gestured for her to go first. He would always follow her.

She took his hand, tugging him out to the cool night air. It was a relief to get away from so many people. even if these were a more desirable lot than any given Capitol party, Katniss could only handle so much.

Moving away from crowd, she headed toward the meadow, not dropping Peeta's hand as the went. At the moment, she hadn't even realized it.

"I don't want to go back. I can't say running hasn't been on my mind, even still." She huffed, shaking her head. "Which is probably why they have been very vigilant about keeping the fences powered, I'd imagine."

Sure, Katniss. Sure, they could start running. Peeta would follow her anywhere, anywhere they went, it didn't matter where. But he knew that they couldn't do it. That they'd never be able to do it. And not just because of the logistical problems.

He didn't know what it was, it was just a feeling. A feeling that it would never happen. His grip tightened on her hand, just a bit.

"I wonder what they're doing in the other districts." Peeta mused out loud, looking at the darkened streets, the further they got away from the bonfires. "I don't really want to go back, either. Maybe they'll have the fence go back to normal once we leave."

"Maybe. Gale says it's been on more regularly, though."

It came so naturally to mention Gale, it wasn't till it was out of her mouth that she started doubting it. But what else was she suppose to say? Peeta wouldn't appreciate her being strange and vague.

Still, she moved on quickly.

"Trying to make them look less miserable then they are in a variety of creative ways, I'd bet." She snorted, looking down at the rough, uneven ground under their feet. The meadow, in summer, could pass for beautiful. In winter, it was just sad. Still, nice to get some fresh air. Some quiet, fresh air.

"He would know." Gale would know, and jealousy plagues him again, for a moment. When they were in the Capitol, it felt... it felt real. So real that he felt it was real. But when they were back in the districts, they were just Peeta or Katniss. Not Peeta and Katniss.

"We already know how good they are at making something fake look real. The trees that they have in the Victor's Village, you've seen that a lot of them are fake, right? But you wouldn't know, unless you were looking." Peeta sighed. "I guess... one night is better then no nights."

Tension crept into her as she picked up the jealousy in his voice, but luckily, as he always did, he soothed it over well.

Sometimes she felt like half of their conversations were her stepping into it, and him pulling her out. Red flamed up in her cheeks as she though about that, embarrassment flicker momentarily to anger, but she pushed it down.

"They're not the only thing that's fake there. In the whole village, really. I'm sure they get it exactly how they want."

He couldn't help it sometimes. Peeta was only human, and when it showed through, really showed through... being human wasn't a bad thing. But in the Capitol, being human was bad. It said something, that he could relax enough with Katniss, no matter where they were, that he could be a real human around her.

Still made him sound pissy, though. "At least the houses aren't fake." He paused. "Though, we haven't been in all of the other houses. There's still that one all the way down that has no one in it. It could be one of those fake storefront things."

"That's a creepy thought."

But not unrealistic. She could see the Capitol building in fake houses for potential victors. A reward, a carrot hung in front of the noses of those in the District.

For all she knew, they had been fake until recently.

"The Capitol. Where nothing is guaranteed to be real until you touch it." She snorted as another thought crossed her mind, one she didn't think Peeta would have picked up on. "And who even knows then."

Peeta laughed. "Now there's a good game to play in the Capitol. Real or not real. I think the not real is the most picked for... anything, really."

Everything in the Capitol could be real, not real, or sort of real. If by sort of you mean looks real, feels real, but is not real. Wasn't that simple phrase enough to encompass a lot of things?

He shook his head. "Let's not pitch our new game anywhere."

"That sounds like a terrible game."

Nothing felt real there. Not to her. The things she'd put in the real category; Peeta, Cinna, the others she had connected with...those things we're apart from the Capitol in her mind.

"Even if we go hungry here...I'd rather be here. Rather be myself."

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I couldn't resist I'm sorry

beautiful.