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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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stainofmylove .)
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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The Flip Side
Like a coin, heads on one side, tails on the other, everything has a flip side. To make it big in the Capitol, you have to use the side that will most appeal to the public, to the human nature—even if it's the side of the coin that has been blackened and tainted by untruth. Because survival takes more than strength and power and presence—it takes a story.
To survive in the Capitol, you need a silver tongue. You need that flip side of the coin. That story—as twisted and unrealistic as it may be—that the cameras can suck up and spoon-feed to those who don't care if the story they're hearing is the tainted one.
Finnick Odair knows this as well as anyone who's ever made it in the Capitol. His story, too, has a flip side that is far better known than that dark tale that he knows is the true one, the side of the coin that is clean and purged of sugar-coated lies. It doesn't matter how hard he tries to stay in-character with the hero that the Capitol thinks he is; whenever he flips a coin, it's always the clean side, the true story, that stares mockingly up at him.
If you ask the people of the Capitol, Finnick Odair's Hunger Game experience was a successful one. They can tell you an epic story of a boy who easily beat the odds with all the ferocity and confidence of a seasoned fighter, who went on to become rich and famous and, unsurprisingly, oh-so-popular with his entourage of beautiful women. They can tell you that he is not only handsome, but deadly and brave and admirable.
This is the side of the coin that Finnick wishes was true.
Because in reality, he doesn't believe that he is worthy of any of the praise. In the arena, when the public saw him slaughtering his fellow tributes with ruthless abandon and speed, they saw an avenger, a shining warrior straight from the fishing docks of District 4 who almost enjoyed what he was doing.
When Finnick looks back, he remembers a tortured young man whose only wish was to live another day. When the cameras broadcast him, killing his competition with a predator's grin and a swift thrust, it is interpreted as a dark enjoyment. But in reality, if Finnick hadn't smiled, he would have cried. If he hadn't killed quickly, he would have turned the trident on himself. He beat the odds, yes, but he didn't do it as easily as most people seemed to believe.
They don't know how many times he came close to giving up.
These days, when the cameras catch him wrapped around yet another scantily-clad beauty with unnaturally voluminous curves and four-inch heels, they know that in another week he will have dropped her for a different woman, one with her hair a slightly more outrageous color and her skirt a tad tighter. They think that, like many young men his age, Finnick has no more desire to settle down and love one woman than he does to go back into the arena.
Finnick knows that his situation is completely different. He is already in love. He already has a soul mate. His short-lived stands with other women are for nothing but image and slaking the lust that Annie Cresta, in her present mental state, is unable to ease—and he would never ask her, anyway.
He loves her more than that.
There are two sides to every story, and Finnick lives both. Like his saga, he is double-faced and lying to Panem about more things than he can count. It bothers him, yes, but not as much as it might have.
Because the Capitol likes a good story, no matter what the result of the coin flip.