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[Mar. 24] [The Hunger Games] Lost Youths, Lost Adults
Title: Lost Youths, Lost Adults
Day/Theme: March 24, 2013 "don't squander the gold of your days"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags, OCs
Rating: PG
Author's comment: continuing from Hollowed Out.
I stumble through my pre-written speech, botching it the worst that I have anywhere, although, fortunately, the bar for my speech performances hasn't been set very high. "Follow instructions" are my watchwords here, so I keep saying what I'm supposed to say and forcing myself to smile when I'm supposed to smile.
But Sparrow's father keeps watching. He can't take his cavernous brown eyes off of me.
As soon as everyone is politely clapping, covering up the smaller sounds onstage, Apple takes the opportunity to try and set me straight. "Mags, your expression is ghastly. What are you staring at?"
"That's Sparrow's father." I can't be so rude as to point at him, so I hope Apple will figure out who I mean.
"That sick-looking man?"
She's got it. "Yeah."
"Is there something you need to tell him? Because there might be the time to arrange it backstage." I love her for her willingness to hustle for me in whatever sort of ridiculous situation I get myself into (though maybe by Apple's standards, these situations hardly qualify as ridiculous- I can't say I have much of an idea what her average day is like when she's not running around with me).
"…I don't know. I'm not sure there's anything to say." The crowd is quieting and I stop speaking to allow the mayor her final few words before my reckless emotions are broadcast to the entire crowd.
I walk offstage between Apple and Sunny, following the mayor. Teejay doesn't get up and no one bothers him. We just leave him dozing there. I look back a few times, but no one comments on it and Sunny and Mayor Cambridge must know him better than me, so…
I can't shut myself up about it. "…You sure about him?" I touch Sunny's shoulder.
"I can't carry him," she shrugs. "And I don't really have any authority over him anyway. I'll make sure the people from the hospital know where he is, but he doesn't have any family anymore either, so it's really…" She holds up her hands hopelessly. "All the help I want to give him isn't any use if he won't dial back his using enough to decide whether or not to accept it."
Apple turns back toward me, away from Mayor Cambridge. "She's going to get Avert, Mags."
"…that's his name?" I frown. I didn't say I wanted this. I'm not sure I shouldn't refuse it quickly and adamantly while I still have time, but at the same time…
"Av and I were schoolmates," the mayor volunteers. "…But, of course, he was different then." She tries not to make it seem like such a bad thing with her additional remark: "We all were, though."
"Where can I take Mags next?" Sunny smiles at the mayor.
"In the meantime? Anywhere on the approved list," Cambridge waves a dismissive hand at her and marches away to bring Sparrow's probably reluctant father to meet the girl who killed his daughter. Clearly, I have a bad habit of taking an interest in things I should let pass.
Day/Theme: March 24, 2013 "don't squander the gold of your days"
Series: The Hunger Games
Character/Pairing: Mags, OCs
Rating: PG
Author's comment: continuing from Hollowed Out.
I stumble through my pre-written speech, botching it the worst that I have anywhere, although, fortunately, the bar for my speech performances hasn't been set very high. "Follow instructions" are my watchwords here, so I keep saying what I'm supposed to say and forcing myself to smile when I'm supposed to smile.
But Sparrow's father keeps watching. He can't take his cavernous brown eyes off of me.
As soon as everyone is politely clapping, covering up the smaller sounds onstage, Apple takes the opportunity to try and set me straight. "Mags, your expression is ghastly. What are you staring at?"
"That's Sparrow's father." I can't be so rude as to point at him, so I hope Apple will figure out who I mean.
"That sick-looking man?"
She's got it. "Yeah."
"Is there something you need to tell him? Because there might be the time to arrange it backstage." I love her for her willingness to hustle for me in whatever sort of ridiculous situation I get myself into (though maybe by Apple's standards, these situations hardly qualify as ridiculous- I can't say I have much of an idea what her average day is like when she's not running around with me).
"…I don't know. I'm not sure there's anything to say." The crowd is quieting and I stop speaking to allow the mayor her final few words before my reckless emotions are broadcast to the entire crowd.
I walk offstage between Apple and Sunny, following the mayor. Teejay doesn't get up and no one bothers him. We just leave him dozing there. I look back a few times, but no one comments on it and Sunny and Mayor Cambridge must know him better than me, so…
I can't shut myself up about it. "…You sure about him?" I touch Sunny's shoulder.
"I can't carry him," she shrugs. "And I don't really have any authority over him anyway. I'll make sure the people from the hospital know where he is, but he doesn't have any family anymore either, so it's really…" She holds up her hands hopelessly. "All the help I want to give him isn't any use if he won't dial back his using enough to decide whether or not to accept it."
Apple turns back toward me, away from Mayor Cambridge. "She's going to get Avert, Mags."
"…that's his name?" I frown. I didn't say I wanted this. I'm not sure I shouldn't refuse it quickly and adamantly while I still have time, but at the same time…
"Av and I were schoolmates," the mayor volunteers. "…But, of course, he was different then." She tries not to make it seem like such a bad thing with her additional remark: "We all were, though."
"Where can I take Mags next?" Sunny smiles at the mayor.
"In the meantime? Anywhere on the approved list," Cambridge waves a dismissive hand at her and marches away to bring Sparrow's probably reluctant father to meet the girl who killed his daughter. Clearly, I have a bad habit of taking an interest in things I should let pass.