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31_days2013-03-22 08:55 pm
[Mar. 22] [The Hunger Games] Hollowed Out
Title: Hollowed Out
Day/Theme: March 22, 2013 "we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags, OCs
Rating: PG
There are two chairs on the stage for Sunny and Teejay. Only Teejay needs the chair, but I think they're trying to pretend there's nothing funny going on with it by making them match.
Teejay's head is hanging forward. His eyes are closed. Maybe he's sleeping. He's resting at least. Sunny reaches over- she tries to do this discreetly- and feels his wrist. It's for his pulse, I realize.
…What would happen if it turned out that Teejay Atticus was dead on the stage?
I don't get much time to indulge in these bad thoughts. Sunny gives a little sigh of relief. Teejay is fine, for certain relative values of fine. He's not dead. He doesn't require medical attention. The mayor can go on talking and I can go on half-listening, looking around at the crowd.
And then my eyes fall on him. There's a family to his left- a mother and father, I assume, three youngish kids- the family of Bailey, the boy who came to the Games along with Sparrow, that she didn't have any special feelings for (because she had the self-control to tamp down her feelings, to do the things that should've led to her victory). But it's not Bailey's father or either of his brothers who is the "him" that staggers me. It's Sparrow's father, a haggard-looking man, who might not have fifteen years on my father, but looks it.
He is standing on his own, but aside from that detail, he is very much like Teejay. His eyes are sunken. His face is paleish and yellow (Teejay's face has a strange tone, its originally earthy darkness altered by however many years of morphling abuse) and I wonder if it's drink or morphling or sickness or something else that's given him that look. It's not just grief for Sparrow. I can't remember all the details of what she told me in the arena, but she didn't regard him very highly. I have the impression he had washed out of mainstream life to a certain degree years before she was reaped.
But her death can't have helped any and he stares back at me with dark, searching eyes.
I'm worried that I'll never get those eyes out of my mind.
Day/Theme: March 22, 2013 "we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags, OCs
Rating: PG
There are two chairs on the stage for Sunny and Teejay. Only Teejay needs the chair, but I think they're trying to pretend there's nothing funny going on with it by making them match.
Teejay's head is hanging forward. His eyes are closed. Maybe he's sleeping. He's resting at least. Sunny reaches over- she tries to do this discreetly- and feels his wrist. It's for his pulse, I realize.
…What would happen if it turned out that Teejay Atticus was dead on the stage?
I don't get much time to indulge in these bad thoughts. Sunny gives a little sigh of relief. Teejay is fine, for certain relative values of fine. He's not dead. He doesn't require medical attention. The mayor can go on talking and I can go on half-listening, looking around at the crowd.
And then my eyes fall on him. There's a family to his left- a mother and father, I assume, three youngish kids- the family of Bailey, the boy who came to the Games along with Sparrow, that she didn't have any special feelings for (because she had the self-control to tamp down her feelings, to do the things that should've led to her victory). But it's not Bailey's father or either of his brothers who is the "him" that staggers me. It's Sparrow's father, a haggard-looking man, who might not have fifteen years on my father, but looks it.
He is standing on his own, but aside from that detail, he is very much like Teejay. His eyes are sunken. His face is paleish and yellow (Teejay's face has a strange tone, its originally earthy darkness altered by however many years of morphling abuse) and I wonder if it's drink or morphling or sickness or something else that's given him that look. It's not just grief for Sparrow. I can't remember all the details of what she told me in the arena, but she didn't regard him very highly. I have the impression he had washed out of mainstream life to a certain degree years before she was reaped.
But her death can't have helped any and he stares back at me with dark, searching eyes.
I'm worried that I'll never get those eyes out of my mind.
