enterprising

            We slow slightly and I think we might be coming in for another stop, when a fence rises up before us. Towering at least thirty-five feet in the air and topped with wicked coils of barbed wire, it makes ours back in District 12 look childish. My eyes quickly inspect the base, which is lined with enormous metal plates. There would be no burrowing under those, no escaping to hunt. Then I see the watchtowers, placed evenly apart, manned with armed guards, so out of place among the fields of wildflowers around them.

THE VICTORY TOUR

I never meant for anyone to get killed…

Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don’t expect it because I don’t think of District 12 as a place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since I stepped up to take Prim’s place, and now it seems I have become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

"It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love."

I press the three middle fingers of my left hand against my lips and hold them out in her direction. Then I walk away without looking back.

** The Hunger Games Districts **

For those who wanted all the Districts together…here they be

I got a few messages, so I’m reposting it. Here you go! Click for higher resolution!

this is not a game to me, we’ll survive and start an uprising

District 11