fawn aras (![]() ![]() @ 2014-04-16 18:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 57th games, - capitol, victor: 48th fawn aras |
WHO: Fawn Aras
WHAT: Fawn is with her usual sponsors
WHEN: Early afternoon, Day 13; as this happens SPOILERS; READ LINKED LOG FIRST
WHERE: Capitol
STATUS/RATING: Complete / PG-13 for weird sponsors
"She's not your typical tribute," Fawn continued, her tone serious, but her hand motions more animated. Her unusual optimism seemed contagious. "Imagine what she could do with wires to make traps. Beatrix had specifically asked me for it before she went into the arena." The Merciful Doe was dressed like a porcelain doll, her hair in tight, bouncy ringlet curls. Her makeup was natural, flawless, with lush lashes to accentuate her eyes. Bunny ears were placed on her head and she was dressed in pink, like a princess, with white socks and mary-janes. The large room had toys that seemed blown up in proportion -- a rocking horse big enough to fit a small giant, alphabet blocks the size of boxes, large crayons littered on the floor with drawings on the white walls -- and the floor was padded. The only thing 'normal' was an entire wall that had the Hunger Games projected onto it. In the room were four grown men, the youngest one in his late forties, all dressed in plush onesie pajamas. Beneath that, they wore diapers. "She talks to herself an awful lot," said one. Another man waved Fawn over to take the pacifier out of his mouth. "You think she could manage to kill a Career?" "Without a doubt. She doesn't think like the other tributes, no one would be able to anticipate what she would do, not even the Careers. She --" The camera flipped to Beatrix, whose loud voice attracted not just the attention of the other tributes, but Fawn, who turned as quickly to the screen as a mother would to her baby's cry. She tried to turn the situation into a positive one (see how confident she is, if only she had some wires to set up traps now, others would surely fall into it), but the Careers were already on the move. Fawn watched in horror as the Pack encountered Beatrix, as the Ten tribute ran in the wrong direction, as she disappeared into the mist, and as the cannon boomed. By the time the grown up babies turned to reject Fawn's sponsorship invitation, she was already headed out the door. |