Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jun 18, 2019 0:34:52 GMT -5
Well, this was just some bullshit
Lark Abernathy stood in the square in front of the justice building. Including him and his twin sister there were probably less than ten people there in that year’s tribute pool, at most. And that was being generous. You just didn’t get victors in District 12.
Which was probably precisely why the Capitol was doing this. Everyone knew this probably wasn’t what had originally been written for the 125th Hunger Games, but the Capitol seemed to think the victors has gotten too mouthy, they had it too easy. Between Mallory Libelle and Burton Acton from several years ago it was clear that the Games were becoming more and more rebellious, more hateful towards the Capitol. And the former victors were stirring up revolution and had been for decades.
So the Capitol decided the only way to get them back in line was to execute the people they loved with a Hunger Games. If these Games weren’t rigged to ensure Acton’s daughter was chosen he would be very surprised. He had been a thorn in the Capitol’s side, along with Libelle, for some time now.
It wouldn’t work on their grandfather. Haymitch Abernathy didn’t care about anything anymore except for his drink. Lark didn’t like him, he had never cared about Lark or Starling.
So Lark watched as the Capitol woman tottered over to choose the female tribute for that year.
“Starling Abernathy.”
Well that was like a punch to the gut. He’d been thinking so much about how stupid this whole thing was that he’d never thought about the possibility of Starling being reaped. He’d always aimed to protect her, he’d never saw this coming.
And as he watched Starling walk up onto the stage, he felt a weight in his chest, his heart sinking.
He knew what he had to do.
He watched as the woman then headed over to choose a male tribute. The second he heard another name called his hand shot up and he stepped forward.
“I volunteer!”
A nod from the Capitol escort, a relieved look on the face of the boy whose name was called. Lark stepped up onto the stage, told to shake hands with his twin sister as if they didn’t even know one another.
——————
“So, Lark..”
It was the day of his interview with Catullus Acton. Lark still didn’t care for the guy, since he seemed to have sold out for the Capitol, but he did feel a little sorry for him having just interviewed his own daughter. Even though he didn’t doubt that Acton was using his position to Lacey’s advantage, she was still here after all.
Lark sat in a relaxed stance, leaned back in his seat, not really caring to look like this was a formal conversation.
“You’re here with your twin sister, yes?”
“Well if she’s not there’s been a terrible mistake,” Lark responded calmly, eliciting chuckles from the crowd
“You two don’t look that much alike.”
“No, but I’m still pretty sure we’re twins,” he joked “No, we’re fraternal, not identical.”
“Alright,” Catullus said with a nod “and would you like to tell us about your grandfather?”
“I think I know less about Haymitch Abernathy than anyone else. All I know is my sister got all the traits of Haymitch’s that everyone loves, and I got all the traits that everyone hates.” Lark replied “But it seems the Abernathy family has unfortunate luck when it comes to Quarter Quells.”
“And how do you feel about the other tributes?”
“Well, just because they’ve got a few drops of victors’ blood in them doesn’t make them immortal, so I think I’m going to be just fine. To paraphrase my grandfather, they’re just as stupid as usual. Your daughter aside, of course, Catullus,” Lark added at the end to laughter from the crowd
“Do you have a plan for in the Arena?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s my 50-point plan for survival in the Games,” Lark said sarcastically, “Of course not. You can’t plan that far ahead in the Games. I have some basic ideas but my plan depends on the Arena and the other tributes. I’m here to watch my sister’s back so I’ll be sticking with her.”
Starling had to be the one to go home. Lark was only there to look out for her for as long as possible.
“And are you ready for the Games?”
Lark shrugged
“If anyone is.”
Lark Abernathy stood in the square in front of the justice building. Including him and his twin sister there were probably less than ten people there in that year’s tribute pool, at most. And that was being generous. You just didn’t get victors in District 12.
Which was probably precisely why the Capitol was doing this. Everyone knew this probably wasn’t what had originally been written for the 125th Hunger Games, but the Capitol seemed to think the victors has gotten too mouthy, they had it too easy. Between Mallory Libelle and Burton Acton from several years ago it was clear that the Games were becoming more and more rebellious, more hateful towards the Capitol. And the former victors were stirring up revolution and had been for decades.
So the Capitol decided the only way to get them back in line was to execute the people they loved with a Hunger Games. If these Games weren’t rigged to ensure Acton’s daughter was chosen he would be very surprised. He had been a thorn in the Capitol’s side, along with Libelle, for some time now.
It wouldn’t work on their grandfather. Haymitch Abernathy didn’t care about anything anymore except for his drink. Lark didn’t like him, he had never cared about Lark or Starling.
So Lark watched as the Capitol woman tottered over to choose the female tribute for that year.
“Starling Abernathy.”
Well that was like a punch to the gut. He’d been thinking so much about how stupid this whole thing was that he’d never thought about the possibility of Starling being reaped. He’d always aimed to protect her, he’d never saw this coming.
And as he watched Starling walk up onto the stage, he felt a weight in his chest, his heart sinking.
He knew what he had to do.
He watched as the woman then headed over to choose a male tribute. The second he heard another name called his hand shot up and he stepped forward.
“I volunteer!”
A nod from the Capitol escort, a relieved look on the face of the boy whose name was called. Lark stepped up onto the stage, told to shake hands with his twin sister as if they didn’t even know one another.
——————
“So, Lark..”
It was the day of his interview with Catullus Acton. Lark still didn’t care for the guy, since he seemed to have sold out for the Capitol, but he did feel a little sorry for him having just interviewed his own daughter. Even though he didn’t doubt that Acton was using his position to Lacey’s advantage, she was still here after all.
Lark sat in a relaxed stance, leaned back in his seat, not really caring to look like this was a formal conversation.
“You’re here with your twin sister, yes?”
“Well if she’s not there’s been a terrible mistake,” Lark responded calmly, eliciting chuckles from the crowd
“You two don’t look that much alike.”
“No, but I’m still pretty sure we’re twins,” he joked “No, we’re fraternal, not identical.”
“Alright,” Catullus said with a nod “and would you like to tell us about your grandfather?”
“I think I know less about Haymitch Abernathy than anyone else. All I know is my sister got all the traits of Haymitch’s that everyone loves, and I got all the traits that everyone hates.” Lark replied “But it seems the Abernathy family has unfortunate luck when it comes to Quarter Quells.”
“And how do you feel about the other tributes?”
“Well, just because they’ve got a few drops of victors’ blood in them doesn’t make them immortal, so I think I’m going to be just fine. To paraphrase my grandfather, they’re just as stupid as usual. Your daughter aside, of course, Catullus,” Lark added at the end to laughter from the crowd
“Do you have a plan for in the Arena?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s my 50-point plan for survival in the Games,” Lark said sarcastically, “Of course not. You can’t plan that far ahead in the Games. I have some basic ideas but my plan depends on the Arena and the other tributes. I’m here to watch my sister’s back so I’ll be sticking with her.”
Starling had to be the one to go home. Lark was only there to look out for her for as long as possible.
“And are you ready for the Games?”
Lark shrugged
“If anyone is.”
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