Post by Hannah on Sept 18, 2011 12:37:59 GMT -8
Title: Goodnight, Sleep Tight, Get Ready to Fight
Rating: PG
Category: AU
Word Count: 978
Summary: It's their last night in the Capitol, and the Training Center is empty. They're all alone, and the tributes of the 74th Hunger Games are going to take advantage of it. But then some of their secrets start to unravel...
A/N: So, this idea is sort of random. It occurred to me when I realized that there's pretty much no one in the Training Center with the tributes on their last night in the Capitol. It's written for Starvation Forum's CCCNCC.
Warnings: Not too many, mostly references to violence since this is the Hunger Games we're talking about.
Tick, tock; tick, tock.
An old grandfather clock on the District Eleven floor strikes midnight. With one glance down the dark, empty hallway, the girl steps forward on light feet, arms slightly extended at her sides. But whom should she wake first? There's her district partner, of course. The girl from Twelve, perhaps, the one she thinks would make a great ally. But who is it that could get all of the other tributes on her side?
The girl smiles to herself as the answer comes to her and silently glides towards the glass elevator located at the edge of their floor. She steps inside as the doors open, and presses the button labeled "12". In an instant, she's shooting upwards; just one floor, and then the doors open again.
The building has the eerily deserted feeling that can only be brought by night. She knows where she's going, now, and slowly, much more cautiously than needed, walks down the hallway. She spots one room, the door and windows open, and steps inside. She pulls a sheet of paper from her pocket and a pencil, then writes, in her careful, delicate handwriting:
Be ready in ten minutes and meet me on the roof. Bring Katniss with you.
-R
He wakes to silence in the dark, unable to classify what it was that woke him in the first place. But loosely in his hand is a small piece of paper that he reads, and it makes him smile.
She, however, scowls when he wakes her, not even sure if she was asleep in the first place, but agrees to come along just the same. They're ready in plenty of time and go up to the roof where they'd been earlier. And there, dangerously close to the edge of the building, they find the mysterious writer of the note.
"I was starting to think that you might have still been asleep," she says quietly as the other two approach her.
"Wish I was," the girl from Twelve mutters under her breath.
Her district partner, however, can't help but smile again. "Guess we wouldn't be here if we were. Now what's this all about, Rue?"
The other girl finally spins around to face the two District Twelve tributes, the dress she wore to her interview swirling around her as she does. "Haven't you noticed?" she asks a bit dreamily. "There's no one here. We're all alone tonight."
It's strange, he thinks, the things that escape your notice when you think you're about to die. But what the girl says has to be true--if the mentors and escorts are all at the Games Headquarters, the stylists and prep teams all at home... who's here, with the tributes? Just a few stray Avoxes, really, all gathered on the ground floor.
"And," she continues, "I was thinking that before tomorrow, we could do something to... celebrate. That we're all still here, I mean. But I'm going to need some help."
"Clove!"
"What?!" she spits out, bolting upright. "Can't you see that some of us are trying to sleep here?"
The other tribute from Two grins sardonically. "Oh, is poor little Clove tired?" he says mockingly. "Not up for a party tonight, huh?"
She throws a pillow at him. "Go away, Cato."
He holds up his hands almost innocently. "All right, all right. You won't know what you're missing..."
"Oh, really?" she smirks. "Let me guess--another one of your brilliant plans that almost gets us killed?"
"No; something that the Eleven girl's up to, this time. Come on; get ready. Be on the roof in ten minutes."
"Or else what?"
"Or else you won't get to watch while all of the tributes make complete fools of themselves."
It doesn't take a lot to wake the girl from Five. She's one of the few that's awake before the younger girl is even out of the room.
She jumps up, ready to sprint off, but then catches the note that fell to the floor at the sudden movement. She skims it suspiciously and then looks up at the District Eleven tribute. "What's this?"
"An invitation. Just do what it says if you want to join us. And bring your district partner with you."
Left alone again, a fox-like grin creeps on to the girl's face. Why not? she asks herself. What could possibly go wrong?
They've decided to have the celebration on the roof, the last place that the Avoxes would check on for any... trouble. It took a lot of convincing, but now all twenty-four tributes are there, all at the invitation of the little girl from District Eleven. "Thanks for coming, everyone," she says to her fellow competitors.
The three main hosts are starting to think that they aren't the first to think of this idea, of having a party. Hidden in supply closets on some of the districts' floors are some of the things that they think they're going to need--the nearly microscopic musical chips to insert into the sound system installed on the roof. They have to play the music relatively quietly, so that on one would below would think to look on the roof of the Training Center, but it's loud enough for them.
A few tributes volunteer to go back to their rooms and order food, lots of it but not all at once, from the digital menus to bring up for everyone. The Avoxes do seem a bit wary of the fact that so many tributes actually have an appetite, but, of course, are silent and do not comment.
"See, we can make this work."
With music playing in the background, all of the tributes in one place, and food served on folding tables brought up to the roof, their spirits are lifted considerably.
For now, the Games are distant, and the night is theirs to enjoy.
Rating: PG
Category: AU
Word Count: 978
Summary: It's their last night in the Capitol, and the Training Center is empty. They're all alone, and the tributes of the 74th Hunger Games are going to take advantage of it. But then some of their secrets start to unravel...
A/N: So, this idea is sort of random. It occurred to me when I realized that there's pretty much no one in the Training Center with the tributes on their last night in the Capitol. It's written for Starvation Forum's CCCNCC.
Warnings: Not too many, mostly references to violence since this is the Hunger Games we're talking about.
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Tick, tock; tick, tock.
An old grandfather clock on the District Eleven floor strikes midnight. With one glance down the dark, empty hallway, the girl steps forward on light feet, arms slightly extended at her sides. But whom should she wake first? There's her district partner, of course. The girl from Twelve, perhaps, the one she thinks would make a great ally. But who is it that could get all of the other tributes on her side?
The girl smiles to herself as the answer comes to her and silently glides towards the glass elevator located at the edge of their floor. She steps inside as the doors open, and presses the button labeled "12". In an instant, she's shooting upwards; just one floor, and then the doors open again.
The building has the eerily deserted feeling that can only be brought by night. She knows where she's going, now, and slowly, much more cautiously than needed, walks down the hallway. She spots one room, the door and windows open, and steps inside. She pulls a sheet of paper from her pocket and a pencil, then writes, in her careful, delicate handwriting:
Be ready in ten minutes and meet me on the roof. Bring Katniss with you.
-R
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
He wakes to silence in the dark, unable to classify what it was that woke him in the first place. But loosely in his hand is a small piece of paper that he reads, and it makes him smile.
She, however, scowls when he wakes her, not even sure if she was asleep in the first place, but agrees to come along just the same. They're ready in plenty of time and go up to the roof where they'd been earlier. And there, dangerously close to the edge of the building, they find the mysterious writer of the note.
"I was starting to think that you might have still been asleep," she says quietly as the other two approach her.
"Wish I was," the girl from Twelve mutters under her breath.
Her district partner, however, can't help but smile again. "Guess we wouldn't be here if we were. Now what's this all about, Rue?"
The other girl finally spins around to face the two District Twelve tributes, the dress she wore to her interview swirling around her as she does. "Haven't you noticed?" she asks a bit dreamily. "There's no one here. We're all alone tonight."
It's strange, he thinks, the things that escape your notice when you think you're about to die. But what the girl says has to be true--if the mentors and escorts are all at the Games Headquarters, the stylists and prep teams all at home... who's here, with the tributes? Just a few stray Avoxes, really, all gathered on the ground floor.
"And," she continues, "I was thinking that before tomorrow, we could do something to... celebrate. That we're all still here, I mean. But I'm going to need some help."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Clove!"
"What?!" she spits out, bolting upright. "Can't you see that some of us are trying to sleep here?"
The other tribute from Two grins sardonically. "Oh, is poor little Clove tired?" he says mockingly. "Not up for a party tonight, huh?"
She throws a pillow at him. "Go away, Cato."
He holds up his hands almost innocently. "All right, all right. You won't know what you're missing..."
"Oh, really?" she smirks. "Let me guess--another one of your brilliant plans that almost gets us killed?"
"No; something that the Eleven girl's up to, this time. Come on; get ready. Be on the roof in ten minutes."
"Or else what?"
"Or else you won't get to watch while all of the tributes make complete fools of themselves."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It doesn't take a lot to wake the girl from Five. She's one of the few that's awake before the younger girl is even out of the room.
She jumps up, ready to sprint off, but then catches the note that fell to the floor at the sudden movement. She skims it suspiciously and then looks up at the District Eleven tribute. "What's this?"
"An invitation. Just do what it says if you want to join us. And bring your district partner with you."
Left alone again, a fox-like grin creeps on to the girl's face. Why not? she asks herself. What could possibly go wrong?
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
They've decided to have the celebration on the roof, the last place that the Avoxes would check on for any... trouble. It took a lot of convincing, but now all twenty-four tributes are there, all at the invitation of the little girl from District Eleven. "Thanks for coming, everyone," she says to her fellow competitors.
The three main hosts are starting to think that they aren't the first to think of this idea, of having a party. Hidden in supply closets on some of the districts' floors are some of the things that they think they're going to need--the nearly microscopic musical chips to insert into the sound system installed on the roof. They have to play the music relatively quietly, so that on one would below would think to look on the roof of the Training Center, but it's loud enough for them.
A few tributes volunteer to go back to their rooms and order food, lots of it but not all at once, from the digital menus to bring up for everyone. The Avoxes do seem a bit wary of the fact that so many tributes actually have an appetite, but, of course, are silent and do not comment.
"See, we can make this work."
With music playing in the background, all of the tributes in one place, and food served on folding tables brought up to the roof, their spirits are lifted considerably.
For now, the Games are distant, and the night is theirs to enjoy.
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