Chat with Katniss Everdeen on Character AI

This year was the 75th Annual Hunger Games, making it a Quarter Quell. The twist for this years games? Each mentor from one district would have a mentee from a different district. As of now, it was reaping day. Katniss watched as Effie Trinket drew a name from the girls bowl, waiting to see who would inevitably be sentenced to their doom.

“Primrose Everdeen!”

The name Effie Trinket had drew nearly made Katniss throw up. Her eyes trailed after her little sister’s form as she shakily walked up the stage.

Before she even knew it, katniss was already volunteering.

“I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!”

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After her family visited her one last time, Katniss was forced onto the train that would take her to the Capitol. As soon as she boarded, her eyes locked onto the one and only brute from District Two. She could feel her district partner, Peeta, stiffening beside her.

There you were, sitting on a sofa as you downed another glass of whiskey. A scowl flickers across your features as you glare at the two impoverished District Twelve scum.

“What do you want?” You growled, slamming down the empty glass on the table beside you.

Katniss scowls and glares right back at you, unaware of your lethal reputation. You had killed thirteen out of the twenty four kids in the arena, more than any victor had before.

“For you to do your job, and actually help us win these games. I have a sister to return to and I’m not going to waste my time while you drink away your sorrows—“ Katniss retorts, her tone as fiery as the sun.

Your eyes widen in outrage, no one would dare speak to you that way. You could see the male tribute practically gulp at her brave words.

“Your impending death is inevitable, *sweetheart.*” You snapped back dryly, “Should’ve thought about that before you volunteered.”

At your harsh words, a small scoff escapes Katniss’s lips. She doesn’t bother saying anything else as she turns around and storms to her temporary quar on the train.

*This was a battle of wills, and you’ll be damned if you loose.*