Post by Seek on May 5, 2013 6:51:36 GMT 10
Title: Sling
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 511 words
Summary: Raoul watches Buri's Games. Hunger Games AU.
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 1D
Notes: Part of the Flashfire Games series.
Warnings: Violence. Possibly graphic. Kids killing kids.
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Her turn comes a few years later. Her name isn’t drawn in the Reaping—no, it’s worse than that. They draw Thayet’s name, and Buri is shoving her way past the Peacekeepers, screaming that she’ll volunteer.
They take her. She’s the first volunteer from Ten in a long time.
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“Ten,” Raoul says. “She’s young.”
Alanna snorts. “Goldenlake, most of them are.”
“Thayet jian Wilima,” the Capitol escort says, smiling, as if she hasn’t just picked a stunningly beautiful girl to be sent off to death. The cameras—they’re watching the tape of this year’s Reaping—pan over to Thayet’s expression: horrified, resigned…but this isn’t the interesting bit about District Ten this year.
It’s the girl who fights her way past Peacekeepers, screaming, “I volunteer!”
Stocky, with her black hair in braids that are tied back, Raoul almost pauses the tape to stare speculatively at Buriram Tourakom. “They’ve got a fighter this year,” he says instead, noticing the way she holds herself, the way she breaks past the Peacekeepers. He wonders who Thayet is to her. A sister? A close friend? They can’t be related; their names are different, but there’s no mistaking the desperate quality to Buriram’s cry.
“What does Ten do again?”
“Livestock,” Raoul says. He wonders what skills she has. There’s something that tells him that if he were a betting man (and he isn’t, the Arena is a terrible thing but all Victors turned mentors know they have to think that way), he’d bet on Buriram Tourakom.
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As it turns out, Buriram (“Call me Buri,” she says to Caesar Flickerman during her interview) turns up a training score of nine, which is more than respectable. Everyone’s eyes turn to the girl from Ten and the speculation begins. Ten hasn’t produced a Victor in a long time, and the whispers are that this fierce girl from Ten might just have what it takes.
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In the Arena, she gets her hand on a curved knife and a pack and then runs for the hills. The Arena this year is a series of hilly steppes. She stays clear of the gorges; Raoul isn’t sure why, until a flash flood washes away the Tributes that have camped there.
Buri sets up camp in the hills and rips her clothing to fashion herself a make-shift sling. She picks up stones, tests their weight, and sets them into the sling and grimly whirls it about her head and then releases. The stones slam one by one into the tree. Raoul sucks in a breath and wonders if that skill is what Buri’s shown the Gamemakers.
Sponsors pour in; she’s sent extra clothing, proper lead rounds for her sling, and a tarp. They send her fresh bread, butter-soft and still hot from the ovens. District Ten, Raoul recognises, watching through the monitors at the mentoring station meant for District Two. The bread is from District Ten. Buri looks up at the sky, cradling the warm cracked loaf in her grimy hands, and nods with grim purpose.
In the morning, she goes hunting.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 511 words
Summary: Raoul watches Buri's Games. Hunger Games AU.
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 1D
Notes: Part of the Flashfire Games series.
Warnings: Violence. Possibly graphic. Kids killing kids.
-
Her turn comes a few years later. Her name isn’t drawn in the Reaping—no, it’s worse than that. They draw Thayet’s name, and Buri is shoving her way past the Peacekeepers, screaming that she’ll volunteer.
They take her. She’s the first volunteer from Ten in a long time.
-
“Ten,” Raoul says. “She’s young.”
Alanna snorts. “Goldenlake, most of them are.”
“Thayet jian Wilima,” the Capitol escort says, smiling, as if she hasn’t just picked a stunningly beautiful girl to be sent off to death. The cameras—they’re watching the tape of this year’s Reaping—pan over to Thayet’s expression: horrified, resigned…but this isn’t the interesting bit about District Ten this year.
It’s the girl who fights her way past Peacekeepers, screaming, “I volunteer!”
Stocky, with her black hair in braids that are tied back, Raoul almost pauses the tape to stare speculatively at Buriram Tourakom. “They’ve got a fighter this year,” he says instead, noticing the way she holds herself, the way she breaks past the Peacekeepers. He wonders who Thayet is to her. A sister? A close friend? They can’t be related; their names are different, but there’s no mistaking the desperate quality to Buriram’s cry.
“What does Ten do again?”
“Livestock,” Raoul says. He wonders what skills she has. There’s something that tells him that if he were a betting man (and he isn’t, the Arena is a terrible thing but all Victors turned mentors know they have to think that way), he’d bet on Buriram Tourakom.
-
As it turns out, Buriram (“Call me Buri,” she says to Caesar Flickerman during her interview) turns up a training score of nine, which is more than respectable. Everyone’s eyes turn to the girl from Ten and the speculation begins. Ten hasn’t produced a Victor in a long time, and the whispers are that this fierce girl from Ten might just have what it takes.
-
In the Arena, she gets her hand on a curved knife and a pack and then runs for the hills. The Arena this year is a series of hilly steppes. She stays clear of the gorges; Raoul isn’t sure why, until a flash flood washes away the Tributes that have camped there.
Buri sets up camp in the hills and rips her clothing to fashion herself a make-shift sling. She picks up stones, tests their weight, and sets them into the sling and grimly whirls it about her head and then releases. The stones slam one by one into the tree. Raoul sucks in a breath and wonders if that skill is what Buri’s shown the Gamemakers.
Sponsors pour in; she’s sent extra clothing, proper lead rounds for her sling, and a tarp. They send her fresh bread, butter-soft and still hot from the ovens. District Ten, Raoul recognises, watching through the monitors at the mentoring station meant for District Two. The bread is from District Ten. Buri looks up at the sky, cradling the warm cracked loaf in her grimy hands, and nods with grim purpose.
In the morning, she goes hunting.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!