So Long and Goodnight, Ch. 8

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So Long and Goodnight, Ch. 8

"A matter of time before WHO starts looking for you, exactly?" Kat asks, ever the ironically curious one. "Government officials, my mom, possibly Haymitch, although not likely, maybe Gale, and people from other places, too. I know somebody's gonna come, though I'm not sure who," I reply, grim faced and rueful. Of course, none of the Killjoys know anyone from Panem, so everything's lost on them except 'government officials,' which they respond to with a distasteful look.I run my hand through my hair, noticing how the black hair dye I put in has worn off, going back to its natural mess of different shades of blond and a darkish brown in the back. Kat looks at me and says, "So, what now, Blondie?" "You know, if I didn't know who the band Blondie was, I'd take that as an insult," I tell her, one eyebrow lowered, the other as far up as it will go. The expression makes Girl giggle and Kat smile. I start to go outside to work out my wings but am interrupted by Kobra saying, "You know, I think you'd be a great Killjoy, Krys." "I don't have a name, and I don't really know how you make one up, so..." I say, hoping to avoid the conversation. "Well, there's not really a method to it. Just try to make something up," says Jet- Star. We've never really talked, so it's a little strange. "Hmm. Well... I don't know. The names seem to be something pretty counteracted by something deadly. So maybe... How about Crystalline Switchblade?" I suggest. "How'd you come up with that?" asks Kat. "Well, when I was really little, like five or six, I was in love with the name Crystal. And I always carry around a switchblade, just in case. So I just sorta threw together two interests," I say with a shrug. "Not a bad name," says Dr. Death Defying. I realize I've never really talked to him, Show Pony, Fun Ghoul, or Jet- Star. Weird. "Can I just call you Switch for short?" asks Girl. "Sure. And no, Krys isn't short for Crystal, it's short for Krystyn," I tell her. "Wow. Can you really read minds?" she asks, her eyes wide at the thought. "Maybe," I reply with a grin. And now my chance for a normalish life begins, I think happily. Then I hear a weird moan from outside. Oh, no, not him...