
Plutarch steps back and pulls out a gold watch on a chain from a vest pocket. He flips open the lid, sees the time, and frowns. “I’ll have to be going soon.” He turns the watch so I can see the face. “It starts at midnight.” “That seems late for—” I say, but then something distracts me. Plutarch has run his thumb across the crystal face of the watch and for just a moment an image appears, glowing as if lit by candlelight. It’s another mockingjay. Exactly like the pin on my dress. Only this one disappears. He snaps the watch closed. “That’s very pretty,” I say. “Oh, it’s more than pretty. It’s one of a kind,” he says.
Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought.
This is no place for a girl on fire.
(Source: mezjennifer)

Now I have Plutarch Heavensbee’s attention. He stares steadily at me as the juice from the peach he crushed in his hand runs through his fingers. Finally he clears his throat and says, “You may go now, Miss Everdeen.”
(Source: teacupinastorm)

There’s someone behind me. I’m alerted by, I don’t know, a soft shift of sand or maybe just a change in the air currents. I pull an arrow from the sheath that’s still wedged in the pile and arm my bow as I turn.
Finnick, glistening and gorgeous, stands a few yards away, with a trident poised to attack. […]
For a moment we’re frozen, sizing each other up, our weapons, our skill. Then Finnick suddenly grins. “Lucky thing we’re allies. Right?” […]
“Right!”
—Catching Fire
(Source: teacupinastorm)
I exchange a look with Peeta. Somehow I’m not that eager to put what I did into words.
[…] “I painted a picture of Rue,” Peeta says. “How she looked after Katniss had covered her with flowers.”
[…] “I guess this is a bad time to say I hung a dummy and painted Seneca Crane’s name on it.” I say.—Catching Fire
(Source: teacupinastorm)
But what she doesn’t know, and what he does, is that the ax will return. And when it flies back over the ledge, it buried itself in her head. The cannon sounds, her body is removed, and the trumpets blow to announce Haymitch’s victory.
(Source: asheathes)

“Oh,” I say under my breath. “Tick, tock.” My eyes sweep around the full circle of the arena and I know she’s right. “Tick, tock. This is a clock.”
—Catching FireI wanted to have the clock go all the way around, you know, not just ‘jump’ to the next hour.. but the 500kb limit wouldn’t have it, hmpf. Hope this is still acceptable, I’ve been wanting to do something with the clock arena for a while now xD
And again: no, these aren’t the official Finnick or Johanna.