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[Dec. 21] [The Hunger Games] World of Women
Title: World of Women
Day/Theme: Dec. 21, 2012 "you gave your goals"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: OC District 8 victor, etc.
Rating: PG-13
Author's comment: The fourth in a collection of stories about the 13th Hunger Games from the point of view of the mentors a la 'Save Yourself' and my other fics on this topic. This one focuses on District 8.
Some inspiration also came from this photograph.
The girls who worked in the nearest factory liked to cut through the Victor's Village. Some of the other workers said that they shouldn't, but the only resident of the off-set stand of twelve big houses said he that not only he didn't mind, but that he liked to see the girls walk by.
And why was that?
He was lonely some people said. He had lost his family half before and half after his victory. In the most recent Hunger Games he had lost a close friend. Socially, it was not so easy to be Pal Fields.
Some people, jealous guys mostly, said he just liked the opportunity to spy on girls as they walked by. That he was into the dark stocking the workers wore (that his mother had worn, that his seven sisters had worn - what were the odds that a young man could be so unfortunate as to lose seven sisters before he turned twenty?), that he liked his girls young and worked to the bone. That he was just waiting to lure one of them in with promises of the easy life he could provide for her as a victor.
And then there was a third group of people who didn't say anything, because they had a feeling that when Pal Fields looked at the young girls who had dropped out of school to work in the factory, he was thinking about girls were dead now and girls who would be dead soon enough. Seven sisters who had worked in the factories, a District partner from his own Games who had died with a sword through her stomach, girls he had mentored, girls he would mentor.
It was true that he liked to look at girls, for all the pain these tempestuous thoughts and memories gave him, but it was also true that he would think to touch them. Men had it hard in District 8 as well and boys died in the Hunger Games, but the world of Pal Fields had always been a world of women. Of women who were too fragile. Of women who died too soon.
Pal sat on his porch with tea and his embroidery in the morning as the factory girls passed. These next Games he would do it, he swore to himself. And if the rumors were true and there would be sponsorships, he was sure that he could. Whatever he had to do, whatever he had to promise, the District 8 girl would win the Thirteenth Hunger Games.
(It was a promise he would manage to keep. But bringing her home alive hardly saved her. After he had Woof to help him, Pal never mentored a female tribute again.)
Day/Theme: Dec. 21, 2012 "you gave your goals"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: OC District 8 victor, etc.
Rating: PG-13
Author's comment: The fourth in a collection of stories about the 13th Hunger Games from the point of view of the mentors a la 'Save Yourself' and my other fics on this topic. This one focuses on District 8.
Some inspiration also came from this photograph.
The girls who worked in the nearest factory liked to cut through the Victor's Village. Some of the other workers said that they shouldn't, but the only resident of the off-set stand of twelve big houses said he that not only he didn't mind, but that he liked to see the girls walk by.
And why was that?
He was lonely some people said. He had lost his family half before and half after his victory. In the most recent Hunger Games he had lost a close friend. Socially, it was not so easy to be Pal Fields.
Some people, jealous guys mostly, said he just liked the opportunity to spy on girls as they walked by. That he was into the dark stocking the workers wore (that his mother had worn, that his seven sisters had worn - what were the odds that a young man could be so unfortunate as to lose seven sisters before he turned twenty?), that he liked his girls young and worked to the bone. That he was just waiting to lure one of them in with promises of the easy life he could provide for her as a victor.
And then there was a third group of people who didn't say anything, because they had a feeling that when Pal Fields looked at the young girls who had dropped out of school to work in the factory, he was thinking about girls were dead now and girls who would be dead soon enough. Seven sisters who had worked in the factories, a District partner from his own Games who had died with a sword through her stomach, girls he had mentored, girls he would mentor.
It was true that he liked to look at girls, for all the pain these tempestuous thoughts and memories gave him, but it was also true that he would think to touch them. Men had it hard in District 8 as well and boys died in the Hunger Games, but the world of Pal Fields had always been a world of women. Of women who were too fragile. Of women who died too soon.
Pal sat on his porch with tea and his embroidery in the morning as the factory girls passed. These next Games he would do it, he swore to himself. And if the rumors were true and there would be sponsorships, he was sure that he could. Whatever he had to do, whatever he had to promise, the District 8 girl would win the Thirteenth Hunger Games.
(It was a promise he would manage to keep. But bringing her home alive hardly saved her. After he had Woof to help him, Pal never mentored a female tribute again.)