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James and Lily in the Hunger Games

this is just a lil thing because i don’t have the heart to take this any further, obviously based on scene with rue dying, fun fun fun. i didn’t go any details with 

The breeze whispers to her, warning her to move, but she stands as strong and solid as the trees around her. Whoever put the knife through her, they must be still around here somewhere, but she just can’t move. 

It leaves her shaken as she stands and watches. She is pragmatic and logical and careful, and she knows without any shadow of a doubt that she could win this games. She’s the favourite for a reason. She ignores her instincts and follows her brain. 

So why she doesn’t slip away silently, before anything worse happens, she cannot decipher. 

Her feelings haven’t been in charge of her for years. 

But watching this girl, dying, her bloody hand reaching up to the boy’s face as he cradles her, it immobilizes her. She remembers their reaping with a twist in her stomach and a grimace. It could hardly be more unfortunate if it tried - brother and sister, the girl only twelve and her name only entered once, both reaped, and both of them entering the games without much of a chance of seeing the end of it. 

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The epilogue is nicely done.  Love the score from here through THG Suite. I don’t really fret over the genders of the kids, too much.  I do like finally seeing Peeta smile again.  It would have been nice pre-Epilogue - but, I’ll take what I can get.

This should have been a 2:45 movie.  No extra scenes.  Just some breathing room in the scenes they DO have.

Quick summary: like the first movie, I think of this one as really missing just too many opportunities.  In some ways, it is so close.  But it feels like they were in a hurry to get it over with and that just makes me sad. :-(



This is the lie they will use to break you: no one else has ever loved this way before.


Choose wisely which court you serve. Light or Dark, Summer or Winter, Seelie or Unseelie: they have many names, but the pith of the choice is this: a poisoned flower or a knife in the dark?

(The difference is less and more than you might think.)

Of course, this is only if you go to them for the granting of a wish: to save your father, sister, lover, dearest friend. If you go to get someone back from them, or—most foolish of all—because you fell in love with one of them, you will have no choice at all. You must go to the ones that chose you.


Be kind to the creature that guards your door. Do not mock its broken, bleeding face.

It will never help you in return. But I assure you, someday you will be glad to know that you were kind to something once.


Do not be surprised how many other mortal girls are there within the halls. The world is full of wishing and of wanting, and the fairies love to play with human hearts.

You will meet all kinds: the terrified ones, who used all their courage just getting there. The hopeful ones, who think that love or cleverness is enough to get them home. The angry ones, who see only one way out. The cold ones, who are already half-fairy.

I would tell you, Do not try to make friends with any of them, but you will anyway.


Sooner or later (if you serve well, if you do not open the forbidden door and let the monster eat you), they will tell you about the game.

Summer battles Winter, Light battles Dark. This is the law of the world. And on the chessboard of the fairies, White battles Black.

In the glory of this battle, the pieces that are brave and strong may win their heart’s desire.


You already have forgotten how the mortal sun felt upon your face. You already know the bargain that brought you here was a lie.

If you came to save your sick mother, you fear she is dead already. If you came to free your captive sister, your fear she will be sent to Hell for the next tithe. If you came for love of an elf-knight, you are broken with wanting him, and yet he does not seem to know you.

Say yes.

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