Fic: Choosing (Part 11 of 11)
Title: Choosing (part 11 of 11)
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dreamfall_nnwm
Characters/Pairing: Original Chars
Rating: R
Category: Gen
Spoilers: None
Summary: In the first Quarter Quell, the citizens of the districts had to choose their own tributes, publicly and openly. And then those chosen had choices of their own to make.Upped a bit for language and mention of implied rape.
Notes: The beginning was written for a The Girl on Fire ficathon prompt. The prompt, byphoebebeesly, read: "Original characters, the voting of tributes for the 25th Hunger Games". I got caught up in concepts and decided to continue on with it.
Previous parts:
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Epilogue
Exit Interview
Fabius took a sip of water as Jedric stepped onto the stage and over to his interview seat, his face showing none of the slackness that had characterized it the last time it was here. Instead, his eyes were sharp and his jaw firm, his face locked into a calm mask, which only shifted slightly when his chair squeaked as he sat. They’d done surgery to fix his hearing, but he clearly wasn’t used to it yet, and Fabius had been warned to ask his questions facing him so that his lips could be read. One day, perhaps he’d be able to hear and speak normally, but for now he was still using the keyboard as well. He waited for the boy to settle and then started in, keeping his tone teasing ad jovial. "And welcome back, Jedric. Now, I have to admit, you were not the top pick for winner this year. I take it you were playing with us a bit between the reaping and the games?"
The young victor didn't even bother to glance down at the keyboard, just let his fingers flow over it. "Well, it's all a game, after all," the deep voice pointed out in a normal speaking speed. "We're all here to have fun, right?" He almost even thought there was just a hint of irony in the tone, but that might have been his imagination.
"So, Jedric, there was an interesting group of Tributes this year. Who do you think the smartest was?"
"Rosin," he typed instantly.
Fabius frowned, though he wasn’t entirely sorry—he should be able to get a good segue into one of the topics he’d been told to bring up. "Rosin?"
"He knew he couldn't win, and he took a fast death over slow. That seems pretty damn smart to me."
“Ah, I see what you mean,” Fabius agreed, nodding. He let an expression of sorrow take over his face. “It’s a shame his family won’t get to thank you for your kind words.”
The boy’s face flickered a bit, but stayed mostly calm. “No?”
“Ah, of course, you wouldn’t have heard of District 7’s tragic fire! Mere hours after Rosin’s fall, his family home was consumed in a blaze. Faulty wiring, I hear. Every attempt was made, but none of his family were rescued.” He studied Jedric’s face as he took in the words, the slight tightening of the lips and narrowing of the eyes. Oh, he understood. Hopefully everyone else would, as well, and the Capitol would not have to make its point more obviously. Suicide wasn’t what the Games were about.
“What a pity,” Jedric’s fingers spelt out, and the voice intoned it blandly.
“Yes, indeed. Truly tragic,” Fabius mourned. “What of your other opponents? Did any of them discover your secret before you revealed it to them?”
“Nessa knew. And the girl from Eleven,” he answered promptly. In training, she always made sure to turn so I could see how she was doing things, since I couldn’t take an obvious interest.”
“Tanna Polan? Fascinating! Did you ever discuss it with her?”
“No,” he answered simply.
“How confident were you going in? Did you think you were going to win?”
Jedric rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. It was all dependent on everyone underestimating me and me judging everything just right. I almost lost: If that girl—Tanna, you said—hadn’t distracted the Career chasing me, if she’d had her spear on her or I’d been even a little slower, I’d’ve been dead and she’d probably be sitting here in front of you.” He smirked just a little. “Which I’m sure you all would have preferred.”
Well. Yes. They always preferred the Careers win, because it reinforced the idea that those who submitted fully and willingly to the will of the Capitol would persevere. And pretty, charming Victors were always more desirable than, well, plain and sneaky were about the kindest ways of putting it, but such things just weren’t discussed. “It’s a game of chance,” Fabius said piously, “and, clearly, the odds were in your favor.”
“Bullshit,” the boy’s fingers snapped out.
“I beg your pardon?”
“The odds, for what good they are, were in favor of the Careers, just as they always are. Even they don’t have good odds. The odds weren’t in my favor, I beat the odds. With planning and skill and a massive helping of luck.”
“Well, that’s a unique way of looking at it,” Fabius said with forced geniality. “What are you planning to do with yourself now that you’re a Victor? You’ll be moving into the Victors Village with your family, of course.”
“No,” he answered. “Well. I’ll be moving in. I have no intention of taking my father.”
“You don’t get along?”
“No.”
“I see, then how do you plan to fill your days, Jedric?”
A very small, ironic smile touched the young man’s lips. “Oh,” he typed and the voice intoned. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
“Well, we’ll look forward to seeing what that something is! Let’s hear it, everybody, for our twenty-fifth victor: Jedric Nikai of District 10!”
The cheers weren’t the loudest he’d ever heard, but it was still more than for anything not related to the Games. Jedric wasn’t a popular Victor, but they still gave him credit for a Game well played. The boy gave his audience a thin, unconvincing smile and left the stage.
The curtain fell and Fabius promptly turned his mind to next year. His outfits this year had been phenomenal, and he’d have to come up with something truly grand to top himself next year. Perhaps something with metallic shades, he thought. And perhaps jewels to stud his teeth: that trend was growing, and it wouldn’t do to be left behind. Putting this year’s rather disappointing Game firmly from his mind, he moved his focus to what really mattered and called for his team of stylists to meet him at once. There was so much to do before next year!
So this is it! The story told in full. I really hope you enjoyed it, and apologize for how long it took to finish! And yes, I mostly did the epilogue to point out that Rosin's leap probably won't become a trend with other Tributes because the Capitol was so thoroghly pissed and wants to nip that in the bud.
I'll be editing Choosing as a whole and posting to AO3 and FFN, so if you noticed anything I need to fix, I'd appreciate you letting me know. I feel like I kept forgetting about the storm and then having to add it back in, so I'm going to try and make that a bit more pervasive. I also really intended to have Jedric's deafness wind up being useful when some sound distracted his opponent but not him, and I think I never fit that in, so I might give it another try. I'm going to look over the balance between characters and flesh out a little more any I ignored to much. Anything you think is missing or ought to be touched on or added or removed or clarified or changed? Let me know. I can't promise to do it, but I promise to take it into consideration. Thanks for sticking with me all this time!
Author:
dreamfall_nnwmCharacters/Pairing: Original Chars
Rating: R
Category: Gen
Spoilers: None
Summary: In the first Quarter Quell, the citizens of the districts had to choose their own tributes, publicly and openly. And then those chosen had choices of their own to make.Upped a bit for language and mention of implied rape.
Notes: The beginning was written for a The Girl on Fire ficathon prompt. The prompt, by
phoebebeesly, read: "Original characters, the voting of tributes for the 25th Hunger Games". I got caught up in concepts and decided to continue on with it.Previous parts:
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Epilogue
Exit Interview
Fabius took a sip of water as Jedric stepped onto the stage and over to his interview seat, his face showing none of the slackness that had characterized it the last time it was here. Instead, his eyes were sharp and his jaw firm, his face locked into a calm mask, which only shifted slightly when his chair squeaked as he sat. They’d done surgery to fix his hearing, but he clearly wasn’t used to it yet, and Fabius had been warned to ask his questions facing him so that his lips could be read. One day, perhaps he’d be able to hear and speak normally, but for now he was still using the keyboard as well. He waited for the boy to settle and then started in, keeping his tone teasing ad jovial. "And welcome back, Jedric. Now, I have to admit, you were not the top pick for winner this year. I take it you were playing with us a bit between the reaping and the games?"
The young victor didn't even bother to glance down at the keyboard, just let his fingers flow over it. "Well, it's all a game, after all," the deep voice pointed out in a normal speaking speed. "We're all here to have fun, right?" He almost even thought there was just a hint of irony in the tone, but that might have been his imagination.
"So, Jedric, there was an interesting group of Tributes this year. Who do you think the smartest was?"
"Rosin," he typed instantly.
Fabius frowned, though he wasn’t entirely sorry—he should be able to get a good segue into one of the topics he’d been told to bring up. "Rosin?"
"He knew he couldn't win, and he took a fast death over slow. That seems pretty damn smart to me."
“Ah, I see what you mean,” Fabius agreed, nodding. He let an expression of sorrow take over his face. “It’s a shame his family won’t get to thank you for your kind words.”
The boy’s face flickered a bit, but stayed mostly calm. “No?”
“Ah, of course, you wouldn’t have heard of District 7’s tragic fire! Mere hours after Rosin’s fall, his family home was consumed in a blaze. Faulty wiring, I hear. Every attempt was made, but none of his family were rescued.” He studied Jedric’s face as he took in the words, the slight tightening of the lips and narrowing of the eyes. Oh, he understood. Hopefully everyone else would, as well, and the Capitol would not have to make its point more obviously. Suicide wasn’t what the Games were about.
“What a pity,” Jedric’s fingers spelt out, and the voice intoned it blandly.
“Yes, indeed. Truly tragic,” Fabius mourned. “What of your other opponents? Did any of them discover your secret before you revealed it to them?”
“Nessa knew. And the girl from Eleven,” he answered promptly. In training, she always made sure to turn so I could see how she was doing things, since I couldn’t take an obvious interest.”
“Tanna Polan? Fascinating! Did you ever discuss it with her?”
“No,” he answered simply.
“How confident were you going in? Did you think you were going to win?”
Jedric rolled his eyes. “No, of course not. It was all dependent on everyone underestimating me and me judging everything just right. I almost lost: If that girl—Tanna, you said—hadn’t distracted the Career chasing me, if she’d had her spear on her or I’d been even a little slower, I’d’ve been dead and she’d probably be sitting here in front of you.” He smirked just a little. “Which I’m sure you all would have preferred.”
Well. Yes. They always preferred the Careers win, because it reinforced the idea that those who submitted fully and willingly to the will of the Capitol would persevere. And pretty, charming Victors were always more desirable than, well, plain and sneaky were about the kindest ways of putting it, but such things just weren’t discussed. “It’s a game of chance,” Fabius said piously, “and, clearly, the odds were in your favor.”
“Bullshit,” the boy’s fingers snapped out.
“I beg your pardon?”
“The odds, for what good they are, were in favor of the Careers, just as they always are. Even they don’t have good odds. The odds weren’t in my favor, I beat the odds. With planning and skill and a massive helping of luck.”
“Well, that’s a unique way of looking at it,” Fabius said with forced geniality. “What are you planning to do with yourself now that you’re a Victor? You’ll be moving into the Victors Village with your family, of course.”
“No,” he answered. “Well. I’ll be moving in. I have no intention of taking my father.”
“You don’t get along?”
“No.”
“I see, then how do you plan to fill your days, Jedric?”
A very small, ironic smile touched the young man’s lips. “Oh,” he typed and the voice intoned. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
“Well, we’ll look forward to seeing what that something is! Let’s hear it, everybody, for our twenty-fifth victor: Jedric Nikai of District 10!”
The cheers weren’t the loudest he’d ever heard, but it was still more than for anything not related to the Games. Jedric wasn’t a popular Victor, but they still gave him credit for a Game well played. The boy gave his audience a thin, unconvincing smile and left the stage.
The curtain fell and Fabius promptly turned his mind to next year. His outfits this year had been phenomenal, and he’d have to come up with something truly grand to top himself next year. Perhaps something with metallic shades, he thought. And perhaps jewels to stud his teeth: that trend was growing, and it wouldn’t do to be left behind. Putting this year’s rather disappointing Game firmly from his mind, he moved his focus to what really mattered and called for his team of stylists to meet him at once. There was so much to do before next year!
So this is it! The story told in full. I really hope you enjoyed it, and apologize for how long it took to finish! And yes, I mostly did the epilogue to point out that Rosin's leap probably won't become a trend with other Tributes because the Capitol was so thoroghly pissed and wants to nip that in the bud.
I'll be editing Choosing as a whole and posting to AO3 and FFN, so if you noticed anything I need to fix, I'd appreciate you letting me know. I feel like I kept forgetting about the storm and then having to add it back in, so I'm going to try and make that a bit more pervasive. I also really intended to have Jedric's deafness wind up being useful when some sound distracted his opponent but not him, and I think I never fit that in, so I might give it another try. I'm going to look over the balance between characters and flesh out a little more any I ignored to much. Anything you think is missing or ought to be touched on or added or removed or clarified or changed? Let me know. I can't promise to do it, but I promise to take it into consideration. Thanks for sticking with me all this time!