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HG: The End of the World, Chapter Fourteen - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
HG: The End of the World, Chapter Fourteen
Maysilee has just rescued Haymitch from the last of the Career pack that attacked him.

Chapter Fourteen
I stare at her for what feels like a long time, but probably isn't. If I team up with Maysilee now, so close to the end, there's a real possibility of them forcing us to fight. Of course, if she hadn't shown up, I wouldn't be getting any closer to the end. And the little backpack she's carrying is looking pretty empty to my eyes, while I have plenty left.

She's right. Whatever may happen in the end, we'll last longer together. And if it does come down to the two of us, I'll send her home. I doubt I could look anyone I know in the eye if I didn't.

I sit up, rubbing my neck. Something in it got stretched pretty painfully in the fight. "Guess you just proved that," I say, and hold out my hand. "Allies?"

She nods, then reaches down and helps me up.

"Do you have plan?" I ask her.

"I did," she says. "I've mostly been staying at the edge of the woods. I figured I could up to the Cornucopia for food when I run out. I stayed out of the way of the pack on the mountain."

"And now?"

"The Cornucopia's buried. I think we can be pretty sure they're not sending any more food."

"I've got a lot," I say, and look at the backpacks the Career boys dropped. "Looks like they're still pretty flush, too. If we get everything into two packs, do you think you could carry one of the big ones?"

"Yeah." She gets down and starts working the backpack off of Kavan Carroll. "This is ghoulish."

"Is this your first… kill?"

Her eyes flash up, then down again, full of shame. "No."

"Sorry," I say. "I… Moran was my first."

"I had to fight at the Cornucopia," she says. "I tangled with Declan Denny. He had a knife. I… I had to turn it around or he'd have killed me."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I had another since then, too. Wyland Belcher. He tried to sneak up on me in a cave. How about you? Are you all right?"

I shrug. "It's what people do. It's what all animals do. You get attacked, you fight back."

So we start cleaning out the supplies from the Career boys. They have a lot of food, enough for both of us for at least another week. They also have plenty of weapons, and I take a new knife, since I don't want to retrieve the one from Bidwell's neck. I still have my spare in my bag as well. One of the boys actually has a blowtorch, which has to be about the most useful thing I've seen anyone sent in the arena. I could probably use one at home. I bet he was probably wasting it as a weapon. Maysilee checks to see if any of them are carrying darts. They aren't. She found the blowgun in her backpack, and she's been storing the darts packed in poison berries.

"I saw Poppy Denker die when she ate them," she explains. "I tried to stop her. We talked a few times during training. She must have known they were poison. Why else would she wait all night to eat them? But she wasn't right after the Cornucopia. She was just muttering and crying a lot. The berries killed her really quickly." She bites her lip. "That's when I decided to pack my darts in them. That's the only way they would really do any good. Then Wyland came into the cave the next day. I dropped back into the shadows so he couldn't see me and…" She closes her eyes, then opens them again slowly. "Do you have a plan?"


"A plan. Mine kind of blew up with the mountain. I'm game to go along with yours."

"I've mostly been heading that way." I point in the direction I came from.


It's because I want to find the edge of the arena, but I don't think that's wise to say where the Gamemakers can hear. I say, "Why not? But I haven't found much. So, let's head…" I close my eyes and point in a slightly different direction. "That way."

"Well, as long as your reasoning is solid. We should get out of here before the hover crafts come, anyway."

We quickly finish repacking the supplies, and head back into the woods along the new path. Being trapped along the hedge is still a bad idea, but I figure we can set off deeper into the woods in a different direction, now that the volcano has done its thing. I can see if there's anything after the end of the hedge.

We haven't been walking for long when we hear the hover crafts behind us. I think of the boys being loaded onto them, and of their families back in District Four and District Two. No doubt, they'd have cheered if I'd died and the Careers had made off with my supply pack, but I can't help thinking that it really must have looked ghoulish to them as it was. It always looks ghoulish to me.

But it's the way the Hunger Games are played.

A little after noon, we decide that we're alone in this part of the woods. We haven't seen or heard anyone since the attack, and it seems safe to sit down and have lunch. With our newfound wealth, it's quite a feast -- three strips of dried beef each, plus a handful of raisins.

"I had one of these before," I say, holding it up. "Danny let me have one."

"Kaydi and I saved up our allowance for two months and bought a piece of carrot cake from him once. Just walked right in and had him cut us one."

"Was it good?"

"Worth every bit of the price." She stretches out on the ground and thoughtfully chews on a few raisins. "I wonder if the Mellarks would cut sponsors a deal to send us some carrot cake. You should have some. And I bet Daddy would give them a break on sarsaparilla candies, too."

"Yeah, I'm sure that'll be Drake's highest priority."

"Well, I figured it couldn't hurt to ask." She sighs and rolls over onto her back, her hands locked behind her neck, looking up at the sky. "If you get back, you have to try those things. You promise me that."

"Sure. And if you get back… you get some for my family and Digger, okay?"

"Iron-clad promise," she says.

I try to think of something in my life that makes me happy that I can have Maysilee do if she gets home, to remember me by, but the only things I can think of that she doesn't already do involve Digger, and I think Maysilee might take it wrong if I suggested them. Digger, too, probably.

We don't talk for a little while. We've both gone days without much talking, and it doesn’t seem strange. It just feels good to have someone else around. I think about lying down on the grass beside her, but I think one of us should be able to get up quickly. Maybe I'll take a turn lying down later.

Instead, I lean against a tree. "Do you know what happened to Beech and Gilla?" I ask.

She sighs, and I'm sorry I've brought her back to the arena from the land of carrot cake and sarsaparilla candies. "Cornucopia."

"Did you see?"

"Yeah. I saw."

I don't push her to tell me, but after a few minutes, she does. She starts speaking in a low, soft tone, almost expressionless.

She was on the far side of the Cornucopia from me, as I suspected. There were a few backpacks scattered around, but none very big. She could barely see Beech, but she had a pretty good view of Gilla. Her plan was to grab the younger girl -- by force if necessary -- and drag her away.

"It didn't work out," she says. "I made a grab for my bag, and that's when Declan attacked me. He'd found the knife in the grass or something. By the time it was over… it was over."

"What happened?"

"I don't know who it was. But someone… someone with something big and sharp…" She shakes her head. "Haymitch, it's good you didn't see it. You don't need it in your head."

I have a feeling that it's going to be in my head one way or another for however long I have left, but obviously, Maysilee doesn't want to think about it. I don't push. "And Beech?"

"That, I saw. He thought they were his allies. He fought his way up to the Cornucopia, then Filigree laughed at him. I was just coming around, trying to see if there was anything else I could get. Filigree laughed at him and slit his throat while he just stood there, looking confused." She sits up. "I ran. I just ran before she could see me. I should have done something. Poor Beech."

"It was too late to do anything," I say. "You got away. That's what you were supposed to do."

"He wanted allies. We should have offered to be his allies."

"Don't do this to yourself, Maysilee. None of this is your fault."

"We should have told him not to trust them."

"I did tell him. He didn't believe me."

She stops and looks at me skeptically. "You did? Really?"

"Yeah. I did."

She sighs. "I just remember him defending me when Forrest was being rude in the cafeteria. Do you remember that?"

It rings a bell somewhere, but the school cafeteria in District Twelve seems like it might have been a place I read about in a very old book, the sort where the language doesn't quite feel like English anymore, and I have to read every paragraph twice to make sure I understand it. "He was a good guy," I say.

She nods. "Yeah. And Gilla. What was she even doing here? She was thirteen! She couldn’t have had more than two tesserae. With thousands of slips, how could her name even come up?"

"I don't know."

"Her arm was off, Haymitch. Someone sliced her arm off. And her… most of her neck was cut through."

She was right before. I don't need that in my head.

Maysilee keeps talking. "Anyway, I ran. I went straight into the woods. Over the little stream. I ran through it and I noticed it melted part of my boots, so I decided it wasn't safe to drink it. There was no water in my pack, either. I knew I was going to have to go back to the Cornucopia after the fighting was over -- see if there was anything left. I stayed pretty close, but it must have been a lucky choice. Everyone else either went further into the woods or up the mountain."

"Didn't anybody notice that it was a volcano?"

"You knew?"

"You didn't?" I shake my head. "You and Kaydi and Ruth just did a report on the volcano story. I figured you'd have picked it up right away. The cone shape." I make the shape with my hands. "It looked just like the picture in the book. It had to be on purpose."

"Well, I missed it, okay? Not everybody sees everything. We're not all geniuses."

I doubt from her tone that her use of Drake's epithet is accidental. I hold up my hand. "Okay. Sorry."

She glares for a minute, then the anger disappears. "No. You're right. I should have known. It did look like volcano. Like a diagram of one in a book."

"So you ran into the woods," I prod.

"Yeah. I stayed where I was most of the day. I hid. I saw people go past. I stayed in the shadows." She looks out over the woods, which seem almost golden, despite the lingering ash. "I saw a few people go by. A couple of the District Three kids are out here somewhere. Wyland. Cora Finley from Five. I figured they'd go deeper and not head back my way. Then I saw Poppy, just after the anthem. She was wandering around in circles. I think she saw her district partners die. I thought maybe I should be her ally. But I didn't do anything. And then she was dead."


"I know. It's not my fault. You said that already. It's what every animal does."

"Well, it is."

"Maybe I don't want to be an animal."

"I don't think you have a lot of choice there," I say. "I guess you could be vegetable, or a fungus or something. Mineral."

Somewhat against her will, she laughs. "Yeah. That's good. I'll be a rock. I'll be a piece of quartz."

"As long as you're not coal."

"Deal." She rolls her eyes. "Anyway, I spent the day looking for shelter. Something close. I figured I'd be out of food. I found a little cave. Wyland tried to sneak up on me. I… you know… and then I left. I didn't want to stay in there."

"Did you ever end up going back to the Cornucopia?"

"No. I would have. I'm almost out of food. But then the mountain went up. No more Cornucopia, anyway."

"And then you followed the Careers. You were going to steal their food?"

"That was the thought. I lost them, or I wouldn't have let them get as far as they did. I had to stay back a little."

"I'm glad you showed up."

"I'm glad I found you. I was going to steal food and then go looking for you. I'm tired of being in this alone."

I nod. I guess that's all there is to say. We both know that we'll be alone in the end. That's the way it works in the Hunger Games. But I guess Maysilee's been noticing some of the same things I have. I feel more normal after just an hour or so.

We get up when the next rainstorm starts, and I push off deeper into the woods. Maysilee keeps up the rear, her blowgun at the ready. We hear voices at a distance once and she goes to check on it, since she's quieter when it comes to sneaking around.

She comes back a minute later. "It's Arav Caper from Three and Kitty Norton from Nine," she says. "Two of the little ones. The ones the Careers called the fodder brigade."

"They've made the top ten. Beat most of their allies. I like that."

Maysilee smiles. "They're looking pretty hungry," Maysilee says. "Maybe we could spare some?"

"You want to pick them up, too?"

"No. They ran when I said hi. They're scared of the bigger kids. Probably smart. But I figured we could just leave it for them."

My inclination is to say no, but of course, she's kind of trapped me. If I say no to leaving some of our ample food for a couple of little kids, I'll look really bad. "You know, they might not even find it," I say. "We could be feeding District One. There are still two of them left."

But I've already unpacked a little of my dried beef. She unpacks some of hers as well, and we put it into her old, small backpack. She leaves it against a tree.

We move on. I guess I'll never know if they find a gift. "They should list us as sponsors now," I say.

"That's way more than I've gotten from sponsors," she grumbles.

We walk deeper into the woods until it's nearly dark. There' a stand of rocks that looks pretty easy to defend, and we settle in there for the night. She offers to guard while I get some sleep.

"Wake me for the anthem," I say.

"I think there were only… the three," she says. "The ones we…"

"Yeah, I know. I figure I should look at their faces. I guess I owe them that."

A few weeks ago, I think Maysilee would have tried to tell me that I don't owe them anything. They tried to kill me, and I defended myself, and I won. It would be true. But she's had three kills herself now, and I think she knows what I mean, even if I can't quite say it.

She sets up to guard, sitting on a moss covered rock, her blowgun held loosely in one hand. I take my knife with me to a shadowy recess with thick grass.

"You're going to sleep with the knife?" she asks.

"I have been."

"Remind me to wake you up from a distance."

"I think you'll remember," I say. It's still pretty warm out -- the volcano must have made it harder for them to control the temperature -- so I just wad up my blanket and use it as a pillow. I stretch all the way out and go to sleep feeling safe for the first time in days.

I dream about the volcano. In my dream, I'm out in the meadow, watching it from much closer. I'm not afraid, because I'm completely aware that it's a dream. For one thing, there are no other tributes in the arena with me. For another, my dad is here, sitting in his old chair, drinking white liquor and watching the volcano like it's a particularly frustrating quiz show on television. He always knew the quiz answers, but of course district people are not invited to the Capitol to play those sorts of games.

"Look at that," he says, slurring and waving his bottle at the mountain. "They can't even get a volcano right. People have been watching volcanoes since there were people, and they can't even get it right."

"Probably just as well," I tell him. "If they got it right, I'd be dead. That's not really far enough away for me to be safe. Let alone Maysilee or any of the others. They were even closer." I sit down on the grass beside him, like I used to sit on the floor. When I was eight, I asked if I could have some of his white liquor, and he told me he tan my hide if he caught me getting into that mess.

Now, he doesn't object when I take the bottle and have a swig. He just looks at me for a minute says, "Yeah, I guess you need a drink today. It's a bad day."

"I have Maysilee with me now."

"And between you, you killed three kids." He shrugs. "Not saying you didn't have to. You did. But it's never a good day when you have to do a thing like that." He turns away and starts watching the mountain again. "More ash should have fallen. It didn't. There's not near enough dust in here. Look at that, boy." He points at the sky. "It's going up just like a chimney. Never coming back down."

"Wonder if they got any of their own hover crafts."

Dad laughs. "I always did appreciate the way your head works, boy."

I look at the mountain for a long time. The way there's a circle of fire in the sky around it, edged by lightning. All of the ash the does come in here seems to be raining down from the edges of that circle.

I look over at Dad, but now he's Mom, sitting in the rocking chair, her eyebrow raised. "What are you trying to tell yourself, Haymitch? What are you looking at?"

"I don't know."

"That's not going to help you."

"I don't know yet. It's not the sky. Even the sky here isn't real."

Some bit of debris flying from the volcano hits me in the shoulder. I ignore it and look up at the fake sky, at the ring of fire. The ashes in the center are making some other shape now, some shape I know.

Another bit of ash or a pebble hits me, this time in the small of my back. It's not painful, but it is annoying.

Mom says, "Haymitch! Haymitch, you told me to wake you up!"

The world darkens and flickers, and I smell fresh grass. I look up at the sky, instead of the ash, I see Maysilee's pin over the volcano, and then the anthem starts to play.

I blink myself awake.

Maysilee jerks her head up toward the sky, where the picture of Crispus Bidwell is just fading out. My knife was still in his neck when they took him up. Kavan Carroll comes next, then Donnell Moran, one dead by my hand, the other because of me.

Dad -- or whatever part of me conjured his face in my dream -- was right. It's never a good day when something like that has to happen.

Of course, if they'd killed me, they probably would be dancing around a campfire when my picture came up. I've seen kids do that on television before.

The sky goes dark. Maysilee and I don't quite look at each other. Those three boys are hanging between us, at least for a little while. She asks if I'd mind letting her sleep for a while. I tell her it's fine.

It's finally starting to get colder, so she pulls out a second blanket that came from the dead kids' packs. She's under it and asleep in minutes.

I try to guess how they're playing this on television. Most alliances are starting to break up when they get down to the final ten, but here we are, just starting one. Are our fan clubs watching together, holed up somewhere in the Capitol -- hers talking about how everyone needs to get along, mine talking about favorite books? Are they arguing about which one of us will live?

What story are they telling about us? I don't even know if we're the good guys or the bad guys. Are they digging up interviews from home yet, even though it's not down to the final eight? We're certainly well down into the final third of competitors. By now, Claudius Templesmith will have picked stories for each of us. I could see him making me into the villain of the piece -- running off into the forest without looking back, avoiding fights, then killing ruthlessly at the first sign of conflict. He'd probably run my snarky interview on Caesar show as much as possible. Then again, the audience liked that. It might backfire.

I can't see him being able to make Maysilee out as a villain, no matter what. They certainly won't show us leaving food for other tributes, but she came off as an idealistic naïf, at worst -- not exactly the kind of thing you can spin into villainy. Probably, he's trying to imply that I'm going to turn on her in the end.

I can't imagine what it's like at home. Most of the Seam probably tuned out in any meaningful sense after Beech and Gilla died. Maysilee is a town kid and I'm… me. Some of them are probably itching to make jokes about however I end up dying, which they'll inflict on Lacklen in school. They've probably already made up jokes about the squirrels.

Are Mom and the others all in one camp to view, and the Donners and their friends in another? Or are they leaning on each other? I think Mom will have reached out to the Donners -- and the Berryhills, for that matter -- but she's not exactly in shape to persist if they've rebuffed her.

For a second, District Twelve, so distant only a few hours ago, is up close and personal. I remember the cracks in the streets, the rough texture of the bark on our pine tree, the smears of coal dust that got into the most unlikely places. I am actually homesick.

I can't dwell on it.

I let Maysilee sleep through the night, and at dawn, she makes me catch a few more hours (this time, I dream about the mutt-ways under the bushes, and Danny and Lacklen are looking up through the darkness, talking about the complex under the arena).

At noon, a cannon wakes me up. No one has come near us. We have lunch, then continue on our way.
26 comments or Leave a comment
vesta_aurelia From: vesta_aurelia Date: August 30th, 2013 12:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ouch. Gilla :(

I am fascinated by the workings of Haymitch's brain.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 31st, 2013 12:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, I didn't want to do that to Gilla after spending time with her, but Haymitch's nightmare back in TGM said she was cut up. Wish I hadn't done that.

Haymitch's brain is a funky little place.
redrikki From: redrikki Date: August 30th, 2013 01:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
Man, I do like the way Haymitch's brain operates. If you need a character to discuss the meta implications of something, he's clearly your boy.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 31st, 2013 12:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Yeah. He has a mix of Peeta's skills and Katniss's priorities.
vesta_aurelia From: vesta_aurelia Date: August 31st, 2013 03:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
No wonder he understood them both so well.
From: tree_and_leaf Date: August 30th, 2013 05:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ouch, this is getting grim. I really like your Haymitch, though. (And Maysilee, which makes it worse!)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 31st, 2013 12:32 am (UTC) (Link)
I like her to. Bah, canon!
sonetka From: sonetka Date: August 30th, 2013 09:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
Have either Haymitch or Maysilee gotten a thing from a sponsor? Come on, Albinus, at least pretend you're trying. And poor Beech, being lured and turned upon like that. Peeta must have had to do some especially smooth talking, even for him, to join the Career pack on zero minutes' notice.

As odd as it might sound to say this, I liked seeing that Maysilee had actually killed a couple of people and that the second, while a dire situation, hadn't reached the hand-to-hand combat stage yet. Part of the awfulness of the games is how they compel otherwise fine people to do things they're horrified and ashamed of simply to live, and one aspect of THG which I always find mildly annoying is how Katniss is conveniently spared any situation where she's seriously faced with attacking or killing any of the sympathetic characters. She does kill a number of people, which is enough of a mind-screw, so I'm not trying to be dismissive of its effects on her, but none of those situations were that grey. But I guess if it's YA it can't really end with Katniss and Rue as the last two in the arena, can it?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 31st, 2013 12:35 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't have a big problem with it -- I think that this sort of game can be won defensively, if the more aggressive tributes screw up, and it was established as early as the first night that Katniss wasn't going to take advantage of other tributes' mistakes (the girl from Eight). So keeping your moral code, to some extent anyway, can be done... but it wouldn't be easy, and it's not the shrewd way to play. Since Katniss notices Maysilee creating a deadly ranged weapon, I think we can be pretty sure that she was playing a different way.

Maybe Peeta had made deals with the Careers that were unknown to Katniss? I don't know. I think he must have just impressed them somehow.
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 31st, 2013 04:22 am (UTC) (Link)


If anybody were capable of making a convincing and in character back story for Peeta and the tribute alliance (without overbearing soliloquies of love in the narrative) , it would be you. Food for thought...
sonetka From: sonetka Date: August 31st, 2013 05:50 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, it's definitely doable, I just didn't think that every 12 tribute would manage to pull it off every time :). Peeta must have been impressive, because except for the last day of training, when he was strategizing with Haymitch alone, he wouldn't have had a chance to speak with any of them. I really got the impression that his first extended conversation with any of the Careers would have been at or after the Cornucopia, but of course something like "I can get you Katniss Everdeen" wouldn't be a bad conversation-starter. Though how he managed to make it clear to the audience that he didn't actually mean it I can't imagine.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 31st, 2013 06:08 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't think they'd buy it -- I think he'd have to go really meta on it, and hint that he'd get them Katniss by saying she ought to be an ally, and he's pretty sure he can find her. So they think they're tricking him into leading them straight to her. It's a complex con, but Peeta's up to it.
snorkackcatcher From: snorkackcatcher Date: August 30th, 2013 10:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ah, Haymitch. My favourite HG character for some reason. Thinking a step or two ahead here (but as we know from the books, that wasn't far enough).

Just something that threw me slightly:

Somewhat against her will, she laughs. "Yeah. That's good. I'll be a rock. I'll be a piece of quartz."

"As long as you're not coal."


"Anyway, I spent the day looking for shelter ..."

... seems to have got out of sequence? That was Maysilee-Haymitch-Maysilee-Maysilee again.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 31st, 2013 12:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Ugh, yes. Blech.

I don't know why Haymitch quickly became my second favorite character, and absolutely the clearest one to write. (Peeta will always be my favorite.)
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 30th, 2013 11:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Maysilee checks to see if any of them are carrying darts. They don't. She found the blowgun in her backpack, and she's been storing the darts packed in poison berries.

I think you meant "They aren't". I love your take on things, and when I found your HG series I may have lost sleep catching up. I only point it out since you've asked before.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 31st, 2013 12:37 am (UTC) (Link)
That's so true. Oh, my I don't know what the line was in my head for that to come out. And yes, I depend on comments for things like that. Stare at a screen long enough, and the brain just autocorrects without telling the fingers.
From: (Anonymous) Date: August 31st, 2013 10:42 pm (UTC) (Link)

Ch. 18

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<<I try to think of something in my life that makes me happy that I can have Maysilee do if she gets home, to remember me by, but the only things I can think of that she doesn't already do involve Digger, and I think Maysilee might take it wrong if I suggested them. Digger, too, probably.>>

I love that Haymitch's humor is unable to be extinguished. Love that he and Maysilee left food for the little ones.
From: (Anonymous) Date: September 1st, 2013 12:55 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Ch. 18

Leaving the food was really sweet. And the sort of thing that the Capitol would totally cut.

Can you tell us if anyone found the food, Fern? Because I doubt that's going to make it to the recap reels that Haymitch sees as Victor.

Sara Libby
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 1st, 2013 05:41 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Ch. 18

They found it and argued about whether or not to eat it, because it might have been poisoned as a trap for them. Arav finally decides to eat it anyway (what the hell, it's the arena, there's a strong likelihood they'll die) and it turns out okay. Unfortunately, they're heard arguing.
redlily From: redlily Date: September 1st, 2013 02:51 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Ch. 18

akilika From: akilika Date: October 23rd, 2013 03:48 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Ch. 18

This makes me glad I decided to go through all the chapters on LJ to see comments. :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 1st, 2013 05:40 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Ch. 18

Yeah, Haymitch just can't quit the snark.
From: (Anonymous) Date: September 1st, 2013 01:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Could you...

Go into more detail about Poppy Denker? Your District 8 people always fascinate me. Was it really a suicide? Were there repercussions for her family? If you were doing an ask the OC session, I'd want to ask her, from beyond the veil (as someone else did with Digger) what was going on both in her head and in the rest of the world.

Sara Libby
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 1st, 2013 05:43 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Could you...

Poppy just lost it when her first district partner (Emmeline Shiff) died. They were friends at home. When she ate the berries, she was in a kind of dream world, not even properly in the arena at all.

But I'll bet Miss Foxface studied her Games and realized that she could use that as a ruse twenty-four years later.
From: (Anonymous) Date: September 1st, 2013 12:03 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Could you...

Then I derive that the Capitol decided she was insane rather than evading the system and there were no consequences for her family.

Sara Libby

Thanks for answering both my questions.
mollywheezy From: mollywheezy Date: September 5th, 2013 10:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love Haymitch and Maysilee's conversations, and that they left food for the little ones. Yeah, that would definitely not be televised. ;)

I am going to have to reread THG, etc. and then go read your other stories. ;)
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