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[Mar. 20] [The Hunger Games] Victor on the Road
Title: Victor on the Road
Day/Theme: March 20, 2013 "I have nothing to declare except my genius"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags, various District 7 OCs
Rating: PG
"I'll take you around," Kayta resumes leadership of the conversation, "Don't worry," is his only concession to the mayor's nerves, "We'll follow the itinerary. Come on, Mags."
Parked just a ways down from the station is a clean but dinged up black truck. Kayta heads off toward it with Raisin beside him. "Um, err, Kayta, what about-?" Mayor Bacon stammers.
"Ooh, that's right. I can only get three people into the cab of my truck. And now that's going to be me and Raisin and Mags. …You mean you didn't prepare any transportation for the rest of these fine folks?"
I'm not sure what to make of all this, because Kayta Hiro seems to have the poor mayor squeezed beneath the heel of his boot, and, even more alarming, he's carrying on this way in front of cameras from the Capitol. Isn't he concerned that there might be repercussions for his behavior? He makes me want to hold my breath.
One of Raisin's hands is clasped with Kayta's still, but the other stretches back toward me. I reach for it. Glove touches glove.
"I suppose you could all climb into the truck's bed," Kayta shrugs. There's a slyness in his dark eyes that makes me think he's been planning on this the whole time. …Of course, I think it should've been the responsibility of the mayor to see to it that everyone would be able to get where they need to go, so…
Kayta sends Raisin and me ahead into the cab and we peer through the rear window as he jauntily assists Mayor Bacon, Apple, Aulie, Tosca, and two cameramen all into the back of his truck. The style team, who'd watched everything this far from a distance, decline to squeeze in. They've probably made the right decision. The way Kayta grins when he climbs in alongside us, I have a feeling that my escorts are in for a rough ride.
"…Do you drive frequently?" my voice comes out in an unplanned squeak.
"All the time. …Did I not mention it in my Games interview? Eh, it was a long time ago now- maybe you forgot. Before my dad died, back in the rebellion, he taught me how to drive- I was still kind of small then, so I had some trouble trying to see where I was going and reaching the pedals are the same time, but, eh." He laughed. "This truck used to belong to him. He left it to me. The times I had to leave the logging camp and be in town, I lived in this truck."
"That's how I met him," Raisin offers, "My mother was the district postmaster and no one could ever figure out where to send things to so they'd reach him, even though we kids in school were sure he lived in town. One day, to help my mom, I tailed him him and saw him climb into this truck and go nowhere."
They're both smiling at the memory, though Raisin's response is warm and full and Kayta's is tight and thin. "And now," he announces as he turns off the paved area around the train station onto a wide dirt road, "Hold on, ladies, because it's going to be an interesting ride from here on out…"
The translation of this is that Kayta Hiro can not only drive well, he can also drive like the slightly off-kilter young man who killed six people and smiled and smiled and smiled afterward. It's not as if he's just out and out reckless. I never fear for my life, that is. But the people in the back must be having quite a ride, bumped and shaken this way and that over the holes in the road and around the corners he manages to take as sharply as possible.
Apple's yelps make me feel sort of guilty.
But not enough, apparently, to ask him to stop.
Day/Theme: March 20, 2013 "I have nothing to declare except my genius"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags, various District 7 OCs
Rating: PG
"I'll take you around," Kayta resumes leadership of the conversation, "Don't worry," is his only concession to the mayor's nerves, "We'll follow the itinerary. Come on, Mags."
Parked just a ways down from the station is a clean but dinged up black truck. Kayta heads off toward it with Raisin beside him. "Um, err, Kayta, what about-?" Mayor Bacon stammers.
"Ooh, that's right. I can only get three people into the cab of my truck. And now that's going to be me and Raisin and Mags. …You mean you didn't prepare any transportation for the rest of these fine folks?"
I'm not sure what to make of all this, because Kayta Hiro seems to have the poor mayor squeezed beneath the heel of his boot, and, even more alarming, he's carrying on this way in front of cameras from the Capitol. Isn't he concerned that there might be repercussions for his behavior? He makes me want to hold my breath.
One of Raisin's hands is clasped with Kayta's still, but the other stretches back toward me. I reach for it. Glove touches glove.
"I suppose you could all climb into the truck's bed," Kayta shrugs. There's a slyness in his dark eyes that makes me think he's been planning on this the whole time. …Of course, I think it should've been the responsibility of the mayor to see to it that everyone would be able to get where they need to go, so…
Kayta sends Raisin and me ahead into the cab and we peer through the rear window as he jauntily assists Mayor Bacon, Apple, Aulie, Tosca, and two cameramen all into the back of his truck. The style team, who'd watched everything this far from a distance, decline to squeeze in. They've probably made the right decision. The way Kayta grins when he climbs in alongside us, I have a feeling that my escorts are in for a rough ride.
"…Do you drive frequently?" my voice comes out in an unplanned squeak.
"All the time. …Did I not mention it in my Games interview? Eh, it was a long time ago now- maybe you forgot. Before my dad died, back in the rebellion, he taught me how to drive- I was still kind of small then, so I had some trouble trying to see where I was going and reaching the pedals are the same time, but, eh." He laughed. "This truck used to belong to him. He left it to me. The times I had to leave the logging camp and be in town, I lived in this truck."
"That's how I met him," Raisin offers, "My mother was the district postmaster and no one could ever figure out where to send things to so they'd reach him, even though we kids in school were sure he lived in town. One day, to help my mom, I tailed him him and saw him climb into this truck and go nowhere."
They're both smiling at the memory, though Raisin's response is warm and full and Kayta's is tight and thin. "And now," he announces as he turns off the paved area around the train station onto a wide dirt road, "Hold on, ladies, because it's going to be an interesting ride from here on out…"
The translation of this is that Kayta Hiro can not only drive well, he can also drive like the slightly off-kilter young man who killed six people and smiled and smiled and smiled afterward. It's not as if he's just out and out reckless. I never fear for my life, that is. But the people in the back must be having quite a ride, bumped and shaken this way and that over the holes in the road and around the corners he manages to take as sharply as possible.
Apple's yelps make me feel sort of guilty.
But not enough, apparently, to ask him to stop.