Fourth Dispatch: It's Not What You Think. Voice.

[trinkett]

Dear Fellow Residents of Luceti,

Wouldn't it be entertaining to put on some Games here in Luceti? Not that the Cultural Fair wasn't amusing, or any of the other activities going on here -- but true gladiatorial games. The pitting of one creature against another! Think of the thrill and drama and the release that goes along with that sort of entertainment! And here in Luceti we are ideally suited for a very exciting Games indeed.

Who would you sponsor or volunteer for this entertainment? Or would it all be...

[There is a pause here.]

Pokey-mans? I find human beings MUCH more interesting to watch, personally.

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[trinkett]

"I'm not going to die. Not today." There. The wig is set. And it's time to say goodbye.

Effie pauses; it's awkward -- this spontaneous feeling of wanting to give the girl a hug. Some show of thank you for caring if I live or die; you might be the only one.

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[stillplaying]

She just didn't get it, did she? Not even in the slightest. This wasn't Panem. It wasn't the Capitol. There were no Peacekeepers, no subtle threats from President Snow. The Malnosso didn't care what happened within the village. Not unless they were conducting one of their damned hijacks.

There's an odd feeling of disappointment mixed in with the worry. And in the end, it's just easiest to be angry. "You better not."

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[trinkett]

"You're a good person, Katniss." Effie paused, one hand on the door, one foot over the threshold. "You are."

And she left.