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pineislandTitle: three can keep a secret
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: OC - Paisely Webster; OC - Dimity Shoemaker; Canon - Cecelia [Beam]; OC - Penelope "Penny" Fuller (Mentioned); OC - Mrs. Webster (Mentioned); OC - Tanner Beam (Mentioned) *Cecelia doesn't have a last name in canon so I gave her one.
Rating: G - General audiences
Warnings: Implication of canon-typical violence
Word Count: 478
Prompt:fandomocweekly "Secret"
Notes: I have post-75th Hunger Games plans for Paisley but I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't volunteer to take the place of Cecelia, a young mother of three children, and still be a good person. So I thought, What if Cecelia had a secret?
Notes 2: Penny and Dimity might eventually need their own character tags.
“I’ll go.”
We’re huddled up in Dimity’s townhouse in the Village, us three. The news has just been announced: tributes for the Quarter Quell will be drawn from the existing pool of victors. It’s only us. Somewhere across town, Woof and Weft are probably having the same conversation.
Of course I’ll go. Cecelia has three children and Dimity has the revolution. I have an on-again, off-again girlfriend and a soul-sucking job writing propaganda for the Capital. This is the only way. My mother will understand that it had to be me. She’ll have to leave the townhouse but Cecelia and Dimity will take care of her.
“No.” Cecelia and Dimity say it at the same time.
“You’re young,” says Dimity. “You have your whole life ahead of you.”
That’s when I know that they’ve been keeping secrets from me. Dimity and Cecelia, the two people who understand me best in the world. Better than Penny, better than my own mother. Because they’ve been there. Been in the Hunger Games. Survived. And now one of us will have to do it again.
“But -” I start to say, and Cecelia - lovely Cecelia, with her long blonde hair in a loose bun and her gentle smile - takes my hand.
“But I have phthisis,” says Cecelia.
“But can’t they -” I’m desperate, shaking. I didn’t cry when I said goodbye to my mother the first time I volunteered but I’m in tears now.
Cecelia’s so young. Older than me but younger than my mother. Her children are only babies, barely in kindergarten, too young to even take an after school factory shift. She can’t have phthisis. She can’t die in the Hunger Games. If my mother died when I was Calico’s age, it would have killed me, too.
“No. It’s too late. No one knows but Tanner and Dimity. The doctor says I have six months, so what if it’s only six weeks instead?” Cecelia is so calm. She’s dying and she’s comforting me. It’s not fair but I can’t stop crying.
Dimity pours me another cup of tea and slips a dash of whiskey into it. I’m too young to drink but it doesn’t matter, not when you’re a victor. When you’re a victor, the normal rules don’t apply to you any more. Like life and death.
“You have your whole life ahead of you. You have so much to look forward to.”
As she says this, Cecelia spins her hand in the air. It’s a factory sign we use that means turn, as in, turn over the weaving, but here it means something else: overturn, as in overturn the Capital. Even if we’re bugged, the Capital won’t understand. This is our secret language in District 8.
“You have to live for me,” says Cecelia. “You have to take care of Cally and Cedar and Coral so they’ll have a better future.”
Title: no martyrs
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: OC - Paisely Webster; OC - Penelope Fuller; OC - Aelia Lockhart; OC - Pearl ????; OC - Maybelline Beam; OC - Brenner Beam (Mentioned)
Rating: T - Teen and up audiences (F-bomb)
Warnings: Implication of canon-typical violence
Word Count: 369
Prompt:tenminutesaday 10 minute timer + fffc S.209: Something new
Notes: Penny got her own character tag. This is a scene I've already written (but never posted), retold from Penny's POV.
Notes 2: Hot off the press! I literally just wrote this on my lunch break.
“Paisley Webster! Miss Webster, if you please?” Aelia’s standing on the platform in her stupid black-and-silver skirt and high heeled boots and her ugly metallic tattoos and she’s calling my best friend’s name.
Paisley doesn’t even seem to have processed what’s happening but I have already started to scream. I lunge forward, start to raise my hand. I try to shape the wordless keening coming out of my mouth into a sentence but Paisley tackles me.
We’re on the ground, girls around us gasping and jumping back. Paisley’s perched on my chest and she punches me in the mouth before the Peacekeepers can haul her off.
“Don’t you dare, Penelope Fuller,” she screams full in my face. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Then the Peacekeepers are dragging her away. Someone picks me up off the ground and brushes me off. Pearl dabs at my split lip with a handkerchief, whimpering, but I push her away. I only have eyes for Paisley.
This is probably the last time I’ll ever see her alive.
I stare at her from the crowd and she finds me. She always finds me like she found me the first day we had a factory shift together. Paisley’s been protecting me since the day we met. This was my chance to repay her and she punched me in the face before I could say the words that would have saved her.
I don’t hear the boy’s name called but I know it’s Brenner because Maybelline screams beside me. Her older brother. Pearl and I catch her before she can collapse but I still haven’t broken eye contact with Paisley. I have to soak her in every second we have left breathing the same dirty District 8 air.
She turns to go, hustled out of my life by Aelia and two Peacekeepers. They seem wary of her, this girl who attacked her friend during the Reaping. Good. Maybe that will give her a good score.
District 8 doesn’t prepare you to win the Hunger Games like 1, or 2, or 4. District 8 prepares you to die. If the Games don’t get you, the factories will.
How dare Paisley die before me?
How will I survive without her?
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: OC - Paisely Webster; OC - Dimity Shoemaker; Canon - Cecelia [Beam]; OC - Penelope "Penny" Fuller (Mentioned); OC - Mrs. Webster (Mentioned); OC - Tanner Beam (Mentioned) *Cecelia doesn't have a last name in canon so I gave her one.
Rating: G - General audiences
Warnings: Implication of canon-typical violence
Word Count: 478
Prompt:
fandomocweekly "Secret"Notes: I have post-75th Hunger Games plans for Paisley but I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't volunteer to take the place of Cecelia, a young mother of three children, and still be a good person. So I thought, What if Cecelia had a secret?
Notes 2: Penny and Dimity might eventually need their own character tags.
“I’ll go.”
We’re huddled up in Dimity’s townhouse in the Village, us three. The news has just been announced: tributes for the Quarter Quell will be drawn from the existing pool of victors. It’s only us. Somewhere across town, Woof and Weft are probably having the same conversation.
Of course I’ll go. Cecelia has three children and Dimity has the revolution. I have an on-again, off-again girlfriend and a soul-sucking job writing propaganda for the Capital. This is the only way. My mother will understand that it had to be me. She’ll have to leave the townhouse but Cecelia and Dimity will take care of her.
“No.” Cecelia and Dimity say it at the same time.
“You’re young,” says Dimity. “You have your whole life ahead of you.”
That’s when I know that they’ve been keeping secrets from me. Dimity and Cecelia, the two people who understand me best in the world. Better than Penny, better than my own mother. Because they’ve been there. Been in the Hunger Games. Survived. And now one of us will have to do it again.
“But -” I start to say, and Cecelia - lovely Cecelia, with her long blonde hair in a loose bun and her gentle smile - takes my hand.
“But I have phthisis,” says Cecelia.
“But can’t they -” I’m desperate, shaking. I didn’t cry when I said goodbye to my mother the first time I volunteered but I’m in tears now.
Cecelia’s so young. Older than me but younger than my mother. Her children are only babies, barely in kindergarten, too young to even take an after school factory shift. She can’t have phthisis. She can’t die in the Hunger Games. If my mother died when I was Calico’s age, it would have killed me, too.
“No. It’s too late. No one knows but Tanner and Dimity. The doctor says I have six months, so what if it’s only six weeks instead?” Cecelia is so calm. She’s dying and she’s comforting me. It’s not fair but I can’t stop crying.
Dimity pours me another cup of tea and slips a dash of whiskey into it. I’m too young to drink but it doesn’t matter, not when you’re a victor. When you’re a victor, the normal rules don’t apply to you any more. Like life and death.
“You have your whole life ahead of you. You have so much to look forward to.”
As she says this, Cecelia spins her hand in the air. It’s a factory sign we use that means turn, as in, turn over the weaving, but here it means something else: overturn, as in overturn the Capital. Even if we’re bugged, the Capital won’t understand. This is our secret language in District 8.
“You have to live for me,” says Cecelia. “You have to take care of Cally and Cedar and Coral so they’ll have a better future.”
Title: no martyrs
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Characters: OC - Paisely Webster; OC - Penelope Fuller; OC - Aelia Lockhart; OC - Pearl ????; OC - Maybelline Beam; OC - Brenner Beam (Mentioned)
Rating: T - Teen and up audiences (F-bomb)
Warnings: Implication of canon-typical violence
Word Count: 369
Prompt:
tenminutesaday 10 minute timer + fffc S.209: Something newNotes: Penny got her own character tag. This is a scene I've already written (but never posted), retold from Penny's POV.
Notes 2: Hot off the press! I literally just wrote this on my lunch break.
“Paisley Webster! Miss Webster, if you please?” Aelia’s standing on the platform in her stupid black-and-silver skirt and high heeled boots and her ugly metallic tattoos and she’s calling my best friend’s name.
Paisley doesn’t even seem to have processed what’s happening but I have already started to scream. I lunge forward, start to raise my hand. I try to shape the wordless keening coming out of my mouth into a sentence but Paisley tackles me.
We’re on the ground, girls around us gasping and jumping back. Paisley’s perched on my chest and she punches me in the mouth before the Peacekeepers can haul her off.
“Don’t you dare, Penelope Fuller,” she screams full in my face. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Then the Peacekeepers are dragging her away. Someone picks me up off the ground and brushes me off. Pearl dabs at my split lip with a handkerchief, whimpering, but I push her away. I only have eyes for Paisley.
This is probably the last time I’ll ever see her alive.
I stare at her from the crowd and she finds me. She always finds me like she found me the first day we had a factory shift together. Paisley’s been protecting me since the day we met. This was my chance to repay her and she punched me in the face before I could say the words that would have saved her.
I don’t hear the boy’s name called but I know it’s Brenner because Maybelline screams beside me. Her older brother. Pearl and I catch her before she can collapse but I still haven’t broken eye contact with Paisley. I have to soak her in every second we have left breathing the same dirty District 8 air.
She turns to go, hustled out of my life by Aelia and two Peacekeepers. They seem wary of her, this girl who attacked her friend during the Reaping. Good. Maybe that will give her a good score.
District 8 doesn’t prepare you to win the Hunger Games like 1, or 2, or 4. District 8 prepares you to die. If the Games don’t get you, the factories will.
How dare Paisley die before me?
How will I survive without her?
