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thecapitol2016-07-05 09:32 pm
etcircenses) wrote in thecapitol2016-07-05 09:32 pm
Just close your eyes, you'll be alright
Who| Everyone.
What| A reunion.
Where| District 12, the meadow.
When|10 years later.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of death. Please warn for anything in headers.
It seems an odd place for a reunion but someone must have decided it. Really, it’s not so bad at all.
The meadow stretches out far and wide into a forest up ahead and a town back the other way. The breeze flows gentle through here, rustling the daisies and dandelion, the katniss and primrose, the rue and bacopa, the tansy and chicory. A single willow grows at the top of the hill, and everything can be seen from there. The sun settles everything in a beautiful hazy gold. The air is sweet. The crickets are just beginning their songs and the birds are ending theirs.
A tent has been put up some ways down, close enough to walk to but far enough that the sound and clamor doesn’t all reach. The tent is tall and welcoming, chairs, tables, and open spaces for dancing set-up all within. It is here the reunion is hosted, offworlders and other friends of the rebellion invited here from all over Panem.
Food and drink is lain out, brought by the guests from all over Panem including Peeta’s bakery in the town. Musicians have been recruited to play the songs of the Districts, the old Capitol, even things from other worlds as best they can be duplicated. Dancing is encouraged and welcome in all shapes and forms. Few other performers are needed with a bunch like these; everyone here has been through much and come out the other side to know having learned and done amazing things. There are stories to be shared, jokes to be had.
Everyone is dressed in a casual best, whatever fits their comforts. Children are given toys, bubbles, and sparklers. Guests are invited to play only the most harmless of games. Painting is done, gifts are exchanged, all is kept light and merry, at least for a little while. There will be a memorial soon.
The party takes its sombers turns sure enough as memories are called up. For every step forward is the shadow of the past. Toasts are had, to losses, to victories, to freedom, to the future, and ever to those who didn’t make it, the names muttered one after another like a procession. Katniss Everdeen makes an appearance, seemingly having been called to sing. Peeta and the rest of the family are not far off.
The sun eventually starts to set. Much has changed in ten years. The Arenas are gone, replaced by monuments to the fallen. The Rebellion is over; the Capitol has been replaced by a more progressive government. All over, Panem and its Districts are slowly, but surely, being rebuilt for future generations untainted by the Hunger Games. But one thing hasn't changed: everyone’s presence here. You are all still here, even all these years later. And the memories of those gone are still here with you. Even if the nightmares still linger, even if some of those memories still dig deep, things work out in their ways.
The war is over, everyone is free. And so, for every terror hidden behind eyelids, the dawn still comes. It just takes a look around, to see who’s still with you. To see, that in the end, we will all be safe and sound.
What| A reunion.
Where| District 12, the meadow.
When|10 years later.
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of death. Please warn for anything in headers.
It seems an odd place for a reunion but someone must have decided it. Really, it’s not so bad at all.
The meadow stretches out far and wide into a forest up ahead and a town back the other way. The breeze flows gentle through here, rustling the daisies and dandelion, the katniss and primrose, the rue and bacopa, the tansy and chicory. A single willow grows at the top of the hill, and everything can be seen from there. The sun settles everything in a beautiful hazy gold. The air is sweet. The crickets are just beginning their songs and the birds are ending theirs.
A tent has been put up some ways down, close enough to walk to but far enough that the sound and clamor doesn’t all reach. The tent is tall and welcoming, chairs, tables, and open spaces for dancing set-up all within. It is here the reunion is hosted, offworlders and other friends of the rebellion invited here from all over Panem.
Food and drink is lain out, brought by the guests from all over Panem including Peeta’s bakery in the town. Musicians have been recruited to play the songs of the Districts, the old Capitol, even things from other worlds as best they can be duplicated. Dancing is encouraged and welcome in all shapes and forms. Few other performers are needed with a bunch like these; everyone here has been through much and come out the other side to know having learned and done amazing things. There are stories to be shared, jokes to be had.
Everyone is dressed in a casual best, whatever fits their comforts. Children are given toys, bubbles, and sparklers. Guests are invited to play only the most harmless of games. Painting is done, gifts are exchanged, all is kept light and merry, at least for a little while. There will be a memorial soon.
The party takes its sombers turns sure enough as memories are called up. For every step forward is the shadow of the past. Toasts are had, to losses, to victories, to freedom, to the future, and ever to those who didn’t make it, the names muttered one after another like a procession. Katniss Everdeen makes an appearance, seemingly having been called to sing. Peeta and the rest of the family are not far off.
The sun eventually starts to set. Much has changed in ten years. The Arenas are gone, replaced by monuments to the fallen. The Rebellion is over; the Capitol has been replaced by a more progressive government. All over, Panem and its Districts are slowly, but surely, being rebuilt for future generations untainted by the Hunger Games. But one thing hasn't changed: everyone’s presence here. You are all still here, even all these years later. And the memories of those gone are still here with you. Even if the nightmares still linger, even if some of those memories still dig deep, things work out in their ways.
The war is over, everyone is free. And so, for every terror hidden behind eyelids, the dawn still comes. It just takes a look around, to see who’s still with you. To see, that in the end, we will all be safe and sound.
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"Let them try. I give it another five more years and they'll come up with something familiar," he said with some strength in his voice. "They claim t' be above us but they ain't foolin' no one. They've got the itch to fight, we're just the patsies."
The guard doesn't waver in his position, he was used to Sinclair's own disparaging comments about the new order. Didn't help none that he was from District 10, a District that long suffered under the old ways. He doesn't lie to his children now spared from the reapings, but he silently wondered if Swann and Augustus' pretenses would hold up as the peaceful regime continued.
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She almost looks forward to the day her father dies, if only because she knows he'll destroy the country's media circuit before he lets it fall into their hands completely. She longs to see their reactions, their panic, the way their inferior DNA will slap them in the face.
Capitolites built a world while Districters dug in the dirt for potatoes. They'll do it again.
"They didn't even make it to the city before they killed their original precious leader," she says, bouncing the baby in her arms as he tries to focus his eyes on either of the adults swimming in his vision. "I was down there. I saw the fallout. It's in their bones, they can only last so long without attacking each other."
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Augustus would agree with Swann and Ilar, but what was once a passing thought in the history of Panem, now became outright disdain. Swann never had to see her father putting the good fight to keep Honeymead Holdings during the new regime's takeover, and the sacrifices the others made to keep whatever semblance of civilization.
"Your baby will see the world fix itself if it's got a headstrong mother like you and a...tenacious father like Jason."
The words felt like the acid some of the Districters threatened him with should he have kept his mouth shut. Peaceful nation, his entitled ass.
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"Don't kill yourself trying to be nice, Gus. I know who Jason is, I'm not... blind or stupid or something. But maybe it's not the worst thing if they're a little bit like him, right? I mean, he is the reason I'm alive."
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Fathers may know best but to have let Swann run off with Jason might've saved their lives and livelihoods. Necessary evils had loved ones too. And with two children, Jason might as well carry Swann's bloodline alive.
"Sooner or later, these imbeciles will have to find a way to run their institutions an' it ain't going to be any of us."