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when they patched up the gaping hole. Now I have a lumpy, jagged scar that ripples out over a space the size of an apple. Usually, my sleeve covers it, but the way Cinna's Mockingjay costume is designed, the sleeves stop just above the elbow. It's such a concern that Fulvia and Plutarch are called in to discuss it. I swear, the sight of it triggers Fulvia's gag reflex. For someone who works with a Gamemaker, she's awfully sensitive. But I guess she's used to seeing unpleasant things only on a screen.
“Everyone knows I have a scar here,” I say sullenly.
“Knowing it and seeing it are two different things,” says Fulvia. “It's positively repulsive. Plutarch and I will think of something during lunch.”
“It'll be fine,” says Plutarch with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Maybe an armband or something.”
Disgusted, I get dressed so I can head to the dining hall. My prep team huddles in a little group by the door. “Are they bringing your food here?” I ask.
“No,” says Venia. “We're supposed to go to a dining hall.”
I sigh inwardly as I imagine walking into the dining hall, trailed by these three. But people always stare at me anyway. This will be more of the same. “I'll show you where it is,” I say. “Come on.”
The covert glances and quiet murmurs I usually evoke are nothing compared to the reaction brought on by the sight of my bizarre-looking prep team. The gaping mouths, the finger pointing, the exclamations. “Just ignore them,” I tell my prep team. Eyes downcast, with mechanical movements, they follow me through the line, accepting bowls of grayish fish and okra stew and cups of water.
We take seats at my table, beside a group from the Seam. They show a little more restraint than the people from 13 do, although it may just be from embarrassment. Leevy, who was my neighbor back in 12, gives a cautious hello to the preps, and Gale's mother, Hazelle, who must know about their imprisonment, holds up a spoonful of the stew. “Don't worry,” she says. “Tastes better than it looks.”
But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. “You're green. Are you sick?”
“It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,” I say.
“It's meant to be pretty,” whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes.
Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, “I think you'd be pretty in any color.”
The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. “Thank you.”
“If you really want to impress Posy, you'll have to dye yourself bright pink,” says Gale, thumping his tray down beside me. “That's her favorite color.” Posy giggles and slides back down to her mother. Gale nods at Flavius's bowl. “I wouldn't let that get cold. It doesn't improve the consistency.”
Everyone gets down to eating. The stew doesn't taste bad, but there's a certain sliminess that's hard to get around. Like you have to swallow every bite three times before it really goes down.
Gale, who's not usually much of a talker during meals, makes an effort to keep the conversation going, asking about the makeover. I know it's his attempt at smoothing things over. We argued last night after he suggested I'd left Coin no choice but to counter my demand for the victors' safety with one of her own. “Katniss, she's running this district. She can't do it if it seems like she's caving in to your will.”
“You mean she can't stand any dissent, even if it's fair,” I'd countered.
“I mean you put her in a bad position. Making her give Peeta and the others immunity when we don't even know what sort of damage they might cause,” Gale had said.
“So I should've just gone with the program and let the other tributes take their chances? Not that it matters, because that's what we're all doing anyway!” That was when I'd slammed the door in his face. I hadn't sat with him at breakfast, and when Plutarch had
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