The Hunger Games for the MTV Movie Awards:
Jennifer Lawrence: Best Female Performance.
Josh Hutcherson: Best Male Performance.
Elizabeth Banks: Best On-Screen Transformation.
Jennifer Lawrence and Josh Hutcherson vs. Alexander Ludwig: Best Fight.
THE EVELLARK PERFECTION. OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD. *dies*
This is AMAZING.
If you die, and I live, there’s no life for me at all back in District Twelve. You’re my whole life. I would never be happy again
“Real,” I answer. “Because that’s what you and I do. Protect each other.”
I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.
The Reaping from Peeta’s POV.
For a few, blissful but torturous moments I’m just another face in the crowd as Katniss Everdeen takes her place on the stage. No one else can feel my stomach fall through the floor. No one else will notice the way her knees tremble a little and her skirt hem blows in the slight breeze. Even I barely have time to notice, because my name is in Effie Trinket’s fingers, and then falling off her lips. Somewhere between the crowd and the stage, I realise that my fate is already sealed; no matter how much my brain screams to let my fondness for her fall down those wooden stairs and crash like glass on the floor, I won’t relinquish this connection that’s fed my heart for so many years. Effie Trinket’s hands are like steel around my shoulders, and Katniss’ palm is slippery. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. The first touch, the first look, the first time the District saw us together. No, all of this is wrong.
[…] Agonizing minutes drag past as my hopes diminish. Around the time that I’m deciding it’s too late, that Peeta’s dead, moved on, unreachable forever, he gives a small cough and Finnick sits back. I leave my weapons in the dirt as I fling myself at him. “Peeta?” I say softly. I brush the damp blond strands of hair back from his forehead, find the pulse drumming against my fingers at his neck. His lashes flutter open and his eyes meet mine.
“Careful,” he says weakly. “There’s a force field up ahead.” I laugh, but there are tears running down my cheeks.
The Capitol interviews Mr Mellark.
They take him to the Justice Building, dress him up in the most expensive clothes he’s ever seen, and make him answer questions in front of a camera lens. He does his part, answers his questions, supports his son in any way that he can. After, a woman with bright green hair emerges from behind a screen and congratulates him; I can see where Peeta gets his charm!