Post by Seek on May 5, 2013 7:10:43 GMT 10
Title: Bombshell
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 688 words
Summary: Buri and Raoul watch the Tribute interviews with Alanna. Hunger Games AU.
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 1D
Notes: Part of the Flashfire Games series. I've been asked to write some N/Y, so here it is. Muse.
Warnings: Implied kids killing kids. Implied selling of people.
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All the mentors sit together for the interviews. They should really be sitting by District, but Alanna firmly grabs hold of Buri’s hand and takes her over to seat with District One, so they’re right beside Raoul.
“Move over, you great lump,” Alanna says, and Raoul obliges, grinning.
“Hello, Buri. I didn’t know you’d joined District One.”
Alanna rolls her eyes. “Just goes to show she has taste, Goldenlake.”
“Hey!”
“I’ve got some hopes for the boy,” Alanna says, ignoring Raoul. Her violet eyes dart over to where Caesar Flickerman is speaking to the female Tribute from her District. Alanna makes a slight grimace of distaste.
“Not the girl?” Buri asks, curious.
“No.” Alanna drums her fingers on her knee. “You’ll see.”
The girl’s angle is fairly obvious; she’s trying for sexy and playing it up as much as she can. Buri’s mouth twists, and she looks away. She knows that the girl doesn’t, what that’ll mean after she wins if she says no. Alanna knows, of course. She had a father and a brother.
The boy, though, is tall, probably eighteen. He’s probably the oldest Tribute in this year’s batch, with brown hair swept back from a widow’s peak, and bright emerald eyes. The crowd laps it up, of course, and his stylist has the sense to dress him in a deep emerald suit and a tie that matches his eyes. “So, Nealan Queenscove…”
“Call me Neal, Caesar,” Neal drawls, “My least favourite aunt is the only one who calls me Nealan.”
“Neal, then, and let’s hope she wasn’t listening in to that!” The crowd roars with laughter.
Buri exchanges a glance with Raoul. Neal’s angle is unclear; he might be trying to appear intelligent, but his tendency to shoot his mouth off won’t go down well. He might be trying for charming, but he’s about as charming as a dead horse right now. He’s far closer to droll and awkward than anything else. Too dry, she mouths at Raoul, who laughs.
“What is it?” Alanna asks, eyebrows raised.
Buri looks over at Raoul, who sighs. I’ll get you back for that, his expression hints, and he says, “He’s too dry. Didn’t you coach him?”
Alanna sighs, and says, “Goldenlake, if I could get him to shut up, that would be a miracle.”
Raoul snickers; Buri tries to hide it. Caesar is complimenting Neal on his suit, asking him if there’s a girl for him back home. “You know, Caesar,” Neal says, “I was thinking that this Hunger Games was going to be just awful, I mean, I was being signed up for a huge death match with tons of people trying to kill me—”
“Is he crazy?” Buri asks, although she doesn’t know if she’s directing the question at Raoul or Alanna.
Raoul shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
Alanna just buries her face in her hands.
Neal says, “—but then I met someone here, and I think she’s absolutely stunning. Her eyebrows are a poem, Caesar.”
To his credit, Caesar takes that with perfect seriousness, nodding along. “Well,” he says, “I tell you what, Neal. You go out there, win this thing and come back and ask her out. She’ll have to say yes to you then, eh? How about that, folks!”
The crowd cheers; some of it is half-hearted. Neal’s just reminded them of the grimmer aspect of the Games.
Neal chews on his lower lip. “Well, the thing is, Caesar, that’s not going to help.”
Raoul curses. Startled, Buri taps him on the shoulder and whispers, “What is it?”
He looks at her.
Neal says, “You see,”
And then it hits Buri, the same realisation that Raoul has, and he doesn’t even need to say it. “He can’t be saying that,” Buri hisses, and Raoul nods.
“She’s the Tribute from District Four.”
The crowd roars, as everyone looks for a stone-faced Yukimi, clad in a silk kimono-like dress printed with swirling patterns like waves. Buri pinches the bridge of her nose. Raoul sighs. Alanna smirks, proudly. “You see?” she said. “He’s done it.”
Their eyes meet: Buri’s and Raoul’s.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 688 words
Summary: Buri and Raoul watch the Tribute interviews with Alanna. Hunger Games AU.
Pairing: Buri/Raoul
Round/Fight: 1D
Notes: Part of the Flashfire Games series. I've been asked to write some N/Y, so here it is. Muse.
Warnings: Implied kids killing kids. Implied selling of people.
-
All the mentors sit together for the interviews. They should really be sitting by District, but Alanna firmly grabs hold of Buri’s hand and takes her over to seat with District One, so they’re right beside Raoul.
“Move over, you great lump,” Alanna says, and Raoul obliges, grinning.
“Hello, Buri. I didn’t know you’d joined District One.”
Alanna rolls her eyes. “Just goes to show she has taste, Goldenlake.”
“Hey!”
“I’ve got some hopes for the boy,” Alanna says, ignoring Raoul. Her violet eyes dart over to where Caesar Flickerman is speaking to the female Tribute from her District. Alanna makes a slight grimace of distaste.
“Not the girl?” Buri asks, curious.
“No.” Alanna drums her fingers on her knee. “You’ll see.”
The girl’s angle is fairly obvious; she’s trying for sexy and playing it up as much as she can. Buri’s mouth twists, and she looks away. She knows that the girl doesn’t, what that’ll mean after she wins if she says no. Alanna knows, of course. She had a father and a brother.
The boy, though, is tall, probably eighteen. He’s probably the oldest Tribute in this year’s batch, with brown hair swept back from a widow’s peak, and bright emerald eyes. The crowd laps it up, of course, and his stylist has the sense to dress him in a deep emerald suit and a tie that matches his eyes. “So, Nealan Queenscove…”
“Call me Neal, Caesar,” Neal drawls, “My least favourite aunt is the only one who calls me Nealan.”
“Neal, then, and let’s hope she wasn’t listening in to that!” The crowd roars with laughter.
Buri exchanges a glance with Raoul. Neal’s angle is unclear; he might be trying to appear intelligent, but his tendency to shoot his mouth off won’t go down well. He might be trying for charming, but he’s about as charming as a dead horse right now. He’s far closer to droll and awkward than anything else. Too dry, she mouths at Raoul, who laughs.
“What is it?” Alanna asks, eyebrows raised.
Buri looks over at Raoul, who sighs. I’ll get you back for that, his expression hints, and he says, “He’s too dry. Didn’t you coach him?”
Alanna sighs, and says, “Goldenlake, if I could get him to shut up, that would be a miracle.”
Raoul snickers; Buri tries to hide it. Caesar is complimenting Neal on his suit, asking him if there’s a girl for him back home. “You know, Caesar,” Neal says, “I was thinking that this Hunger Games was going to be just awful, I mean, I was being signed up for a huge death match with tons of people trying to kill me—”
“Is he crazy?” Buri asks, although she doesn’t know if she’s directing the question at Raoul or Alanna.
Raoul shrugs. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
Alanna just buries her face in her hands.
Neal says, “—but then I met someone here, and I think she’s absolutely stunning. Her eyebrows are a poem, Caesar.”
To his credit, Caesar takes that with perfect seriousness, nodding along. “Well,” he says, “I tell you what, Neal. You go out there, win this thing and come back and ask her out. She’ll have to say yes to you then, eh? How about that, folks!”
The crowd cheers; some of it is half-hearted. Neal’s just reminded them of the grimmer aspect of the Games.
Neal chews on his lower lip. “Well, the thing is, Caesar, that’s not going to help.”
Raoul curses. Startled, Buri taps him on the shoulder and whispers, “What is it?”
He looks at her.
Neal says, “You see,”
And then it hits Buri, the same realisation that Raoul has, and he doesn’t even need to say it. “He can’t be saying that,” Buri hisses, and Raoul nods.
“She’s the Tribute from District Four.”
The crowd roars, as everyone looks for a stone-faced Yukimi, clad in a silk kimono-like dress printed with swirling patterns like waves. Buri pinches the bridge of her nose. Raoul sighs. Alanna smirks, proudly. “You see?” she said. “He’s done it.”
Their eyes meet: Buri’s and Raoul’s.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!