((What... the fuck... Sorry all. I posted like two days ago and I guess it didn't post...? I dunno. I haven't gotten a chance to check til now because the new quarter has started at college, so, sorry again!!!))
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((Yeah, that's part of it, the other part is in this post. :D))
"I will never, ever move to the capitol to become something like a slave to that horrid President Snow," she said roughly, even the simple thought of her moving to the Capitol and painting herself up like a class a freak made her feel sick. "My father can't live without me... I can't live without you," Amabelle said firmly, but gave up on the subject. They would just have to see what happened, she guessed. But for now, she didn't want to go on through these petty arguments over whose life was more important to preserve.
"It'll make us targets," she replied, "OR, it'll make people afraid, or want to join us." she lifted an eyebrow, nodding her head a few times. "I don't want to hide anymore, Nicholas. Our entire childhood of being friends, and now I love you..." she kissed his cheek, "If these are our last days together. Either one or both of us are going to die in that arena. If we have to be separated--" her voice cracked and she wiped one of her eyes, "I want to spend--" she lost it again, and looked down, before taking a deep, deep breath. She opened her mouth to start again, but she suddenly froze, staring off into space.
"Nicholas..." she said absently, "Nicholas, what if we don't have to die?" she said, turning her eyes to look at his face. "What if we can make it out...? Alive?"
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A friend... an ally. Joseph ran his hand through his hair, before his face breaking into the first smile that had appeared since his name had been called during the reaping. "You want to be an ally with me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" He didn't really have friends back home. He went to school, went to work, and went home to see his family. But outside of that he was kind of like a loaner.
"No, no," he said, "I don't want you to leave." He shoved the rest of the cake into his mouth, before walking over and holding out his big hand for her to shake, "Partners?" he asked. Maybe even he could get Amabelle to join them, he'd always liked that girl, even though he didn't know her very well.