redbrunja | THE HUNGER GAMES DRABBLE MEME

With the release of the finale book of The Hunger Games Trilogy imminent, it seems like an excellent time for a comment meme to whet fandom's appetite. (Plus I just finished my third reread of the first two books and yet still want more!)

So I present.....

THE HUNGER GAMES DRABBLE MEME

How To Play
1. Place a prompt as a comment.
2. Comment with as many prompts as you want. Seriously. Don’t be shy.
3. Reply to a prompt comment with corresponding story! This is a “drabble meme,” so no pressure to write anything more than 500 words. But I doubt any lucky OP would receive an unexpected epic with anger, right? So write whatsha want.
4. Feel free to pimp out this meme to all the communities you can think of + your flist! The more the merrier!

Prompt Examples
A lyric or quote! Katniss/Peeta, "Lend me a helping hand ‘cause I’ve been treating your heaven like a one night stand."
A word! Gale, patient.
A kink! Madge/Katniss, blindfold.
A bit of dialogue! Finnick/Annie, "I just miss you when you're gone."
An action! Prim, mending clothes.
A situation! Johanna/Haymitch, killing time at the Capital.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

(meme format totally cribbed from

stainofmylove .)

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Johanna/Haymitch, killing time at the Capital.

It's four hours into the Seventy Fourth Hunger Games and both of Johanna's tributes are dead. She gets a little emotional (just a little bit, because on the train the girl had talked about her eight sisters and how they never had enough to eat, how her name had been in the reaping one hundred and sixteen times but she'd been so close to escaping it, just one year away) so she leaves the control room. They don't need her there, and even if they did Blight's more experienced and has less of a tendency to drive off sponsors. Not that they had any this year. Not with the little lovers from District 12 running around holding hands.

She gives herself twenty minutes to meander about the Training Center. There are cameras everywhere, of course, but with the bloodbath currently occurring miles away at the Cornucopia, she is not at risk of being seen. This affords her a sense of solidarity, which is a dangerous thing to have around here.

Of course she isn't alone, though, because she's nearly tripping over the very last person she wants to see. Haymitch Abernathy. District 12.

It's not the Twelve tributes' fault that they're so desperately in the love or whatever (she doesn't know what it's like, maybe it does make you crazy), but she still blames them for her kids not making it out of the bloodbath. Blaming the Capitol no longer offers her any peace of mind, it's just familiar sounds.

"Watch where you're going, Seven." He says. She thinks carefully and decides this is the first time he's called her anything besides Sweetheart.

"Abernathy." She says shortly. She's always disliked him. So many Victors arrive at the Capitol drunk or out of their minds on morphling. She thinks this the ultimate sign of weakness; they've all been through the exact same thing. Anyone who can't mask their remorse didn't deserve to win at all. "Your kids are still in it. What are you doing out here?" He doesn't even have a partner. Nobody is watching over the tributes from District Twelve.

"Killing time." He says, tipping his bottle of liquor back again.

"That's a horrible choice of words." She bites, but her voice isn't quite as reprimanding as she wanted it to be, and, okay, she might be smiling a little. Somewhere there is a line between horrible and hilarious and she lost sight of it a long time ago.

And then all of a sudden they're both laughing and he's offering her the bottle. She sits down next to him, unable to stop laughing, although she's not really laughing any more, her body is just shaking violently. She's surprised when he pats her back in a vaguely comforting fashion. It seems uncharacteristic of him. But for all the ways they differ from one another, they do share a crucial similarity. Neither of them have ever taken a tribute home with them, and it's beginning to wear them out.

love this. very insightful :)

Thank you :D

Oh, this is exactly what I wanted! Something very them, showing the rough edges and the way they're similar. Fantastic job.

Some favorite lines:

She thinks this the ultimate sign of weakness; they've all been through the exact same thing. Anyone who can't mask their remorse didn't deserve to win at all.

She bites, but her voice isn't quite as reprimanding as she wanted it to be, and, okay, she might be smiling a little. Somewhere there is a line between horrible and hilarious and she lost sight of it a long time ago.

Neither of them have ever taken a tribute home with them, and it's beginning to wear them out.

Awww.

I'm glad you enjoyed it :)

THE HUNGER GAMES DRABBLE MEME

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