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[July 25] [The Hunger Games] Erased
Title: Erased
Day/Theme: July 25, 2012 "your body becomes a historical document"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Finnick & Mags
Rating: PG
Author's Comment: How about 2 drabble-ish stories then...?
"Where're the scars?" Finnick examines his arms. As deep as the scratches he had received in the arena had been, they didn't appear to have left any marks. "I didn't get any?"
"That's the handiwork of the Capitol's doctors," I explain. Back home in 4, we might feel that scars are the sign of a hardworking man or woman and confer upon a person a little character, but the Capitol has different ideas about such things. "Any scars you have, they'll scrub right off your skin."
"Any?" Finnick squeaks and lifts up his foot up onto the bed to look at the back of his heel. "Ah!" he gasps at the smooth, perfect skin, the blank place where a familiar mark must be missing. "It's gone!"
He lets go of his leg and his foot drifts back down to the floor. He considers how to react to the loss.
"It meant something to you," I nod, although I know it doesn't take any special ability to see that. I've never had any scars I was particularly attached to, but sentimentality is something I understand very well.
"It was an important memory," Finnick says simply, "Of me and my mom."
"The Capitol can take the mark," I take his hand, "But it can never take the memory."
Day/Theme: July 25, 2012 "your body becomes a historical document"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Finnick & Mags
Rating: PG
Author's Comment: How about 2 drabble-ish stories then...?
"Where're the scars?" Finnick examines his arms. As deep as the scratches he had received in the arena had been, they didn't appear to have left any marks. "I didn't get any?"
"That's the handiwork of the Capitol's doctors," I explain. Back home in 4, we might feel that scars are the sign of a hardworking man or woman and confer upon a person a little character, but the Capitol has different ideas about such things. "Any scars you have, they'll scrub right off your skin."
"Any?" Finnick squeaks and lifts up his foot up onto the bed to look at the back of his heel. "Ah!" he gasps at the smooth, perfect skin, the blank place where a familiar mark must be missing. "It's gone!"
He lets go of his leg and his foot drifts back down to the floor. He considers how to react to the loss.
"It meant something to you," I nod, although I know it doesn't take any special ability to see that. I've never had any scars I was particularly attached to, but sentimentality is something I understand very well.
"It was an important memory," Finnick says simply, "Of me and my mom."
"The Capitol can take the mark," I take his hand, "But it can never take the memory."