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The Last Tribute: Chapter Eight
Katniss has just come back from her assessment, and admitted that she shot at the Gamemakers.

Chapter Eight
"I shot an arrow at them," Katniss repeats. "Not exactly at them. In their direction. It's like Peeta said, I was shooting and they were ignoring me and I just… I lost my head, so I shot an apple out of their stupid roast pig's mouth!"

I press my lips together, trying very hard not to laugh at this image.

"And what did they say?" Cinna asks.

"Nothing." Katniss shrugs. "Or I don't know. I walked out after that."

Effie puts her hand to her heart. "Without being dismissed?"

"I dismissed myself."

"Well," I manage to say, "that's that." I pick up a roll and butter it. If I look at her, I'm going to start laughing.

"Do you think they'll arrest me?" she asks.

"Doubt it. Be a pain to replace you at this stage."

"What about my family? Will they punish them?"

I look up, the wild laughter inside me backing off a little. I think about my house, collapsed at the end of the Seam. If she wins and keeps up this attitude, she'll need to worry. But for now, it's more or less private, just between her and the Gamemakers. They might not even tell Snow. I try to explain this to her, and she looks at least a little bit heartened, though I do remind her that they'll most likely make things difficult in the arena.

"They've already promised to do that to us anyway," Peeta says.

"Very true." I pick up a pork chop with my fingers and dunk it in the wine Effie has allowed me to have with dinner. It's not the approved method, and I can see Effie cringing, but I want to make sure Katniss relaxes. "What were their faces like?"

"Shocked," she says. "Terrified. Uh, ridiculous, some of them. One man tripped backward into a bowl of punch."

All thoughts of my fallen house disappear, and I think of Plutarch, drenched in punch. He needs to be drenched in punch more often. I laugh. Cinna picks it up immediately, and Peeta and Portia join us. Eventually, so does Katniss. Effie's lips are twitching. I can see a little of her in there, the old Effie, the one who was more involved with her life as our escort than her life in the Capitol.

"Well, it serves them right!" she says. "It's their job to pay attention to you. And just because you come from District Twelve is no excuse to ignore you." She looks around nervously. "I'm sorry, but that's what I think."

I smile at her, and she finally gives in and laughs.

After that, we all relax and eat. The kids are worried about their scores, of course (Katniss is convinced they'll punish her with a bad one), but on the whole, they're cheering each other up. Well, Peeta is cheering Katniss up, at any rate, and he seems to be cheered by his success at it.

After years of practice, Effie and I don't need to think much to stretch out the meal until it's time for the scores to be announced. No reason for the tributes to sit in the living room biting their nails. I'm really not worried. Low scores wouldn't be a huge problem, and I really don't think it's one we'll need to deal with, anyway. The Gamemakers won't want to seem less than attuned to the public mood. Katniss and Peeta blew people away at the parade, and have been something of an item of interest during training. I doubt either of them will score under a six, no matter what the Gamemakers were paying attention to.

The Career kids, as usual, end up with eights and nines and tens. The boy from District Two is one of the tens. I wonder what he did. The girl from One also gets a ten. Even the scrawny boy from Four gets an eight; I guess Finnick's been working hard with him on something. Beetee and Wiress's tributes pull fours. Johanna's girl gets a three (I can almost hear Jo a few floors below us, saying, "Hey, that's my score!"). Cecelia's girl gets a six, and Woof's boy gets a four. There are no real surprises until little Rue is given a seven. I guess Seeder was right about her amazing way of moving.

We're last, of course. The scores are the only time the boy goes first. Peeta is given an eight, which is higher than even I'd anticipated. He looks shocked. He's in the Career range of scores.

Then they give Katniss an eleven.

Effie squeals. It's the highest score any tribute of ours has ever gotten. Katniss is flabbergasted.

"Guess they liked your temper," I tell her. "They've got a show to put on. They need some players with some heat."

She looks at me oddly, and I wonder if she's realized yet that an eleven will paint a big target on her back. If she hasn't, she will soon. But for now, it means people are going to be watching her again, looking forward to her interview, wanting to know who the girl who was on fire really is.

Cinna promises to deliver on a dress, but looks are going to be the least of Katniss Everdeen's interview problems.

I shake my head. I'll let her enjoy it for now. Hell, I'll let myself enjoy it for now. Even without the interview, she's going to have good sponsors, maybe enough to keep her fed.

I'll worry about the rest of it tomorrow.

The kids congratulate each other. When their eyes meet, I can see the knowledge that eventually dawns on each pair that comes here with me: That success for one is death for the other.

Katniss goes to her room.

"An eleven," Peeta muses. "I don't remember any elevens."

"There've been a few," I say. "Not very many."

"What did you get?"

"A ten."

"What did you do?"

"I stole their steak knife and put down all the trainers with it."

He raises his eyebrows. "So that's why you weren't worried about what Katniss did."

I nod. "If I can get close enough to steal weapons from their table, she can shoot at their pig."

"Really," Effie says. "Have you always found it necessary to tweak their noses?"

"Everyone needs a hobby," I tell her, and wink.

She blushes a little bit for some reason, then says, "Well, you should remind Katniss that it's your hobby. She can't tweak noses from the interview stage."

"You don't think they'll like her?" Peeta asks, surprised. "Won't they like the… I don't know, her spirit?"

"People want to like her because of everything they've seen," Effie says, "but really, she tends to be very abrasive in person. It's not ladylike."

"They're worried about that?" Peeta shakes his head. "That doesn't make sense. The Career girls always get attention, and they're --"

"In a pack that gets attention for being aggressive and deadly," I say. "I don't think she'll be able to do that. Which brings us to you -- what are you going to do? I don't think anyone will buy you as a killer, no matter what your score was."

"That's good."

"Not really."

"What, she's supposed to look like a glass figurine, and I'm supposed to be a thug?"

"No. But -- "

"I'm not doing that."

"Peeta, you -- "

"No. And you said I wouldn't pull it off, anyway."

I sigh. "Fine. Okay. But what are you going to do?"

He thinks, then stands up. "There's something I need to decide. Can I tell you tomorrow?"

"What do you need to decide?"

"Nothing much," he says. "Just who I'm going to be for the rest of my life." He smiles and goes to bed.

"An eleven," Effie says when he's gone. "Oh, Haymitch, everyone's going to be watching her."

"Yeah. And they'll want to like her, like you said."

"Right." Effie goes to the bar and measures out my drinks for tomorrow. I will her to give me a little extra to get through interview prep, but she doesn't. "You're fond of her, aren't you?"


She comes back and hands me the flask. "I've seen you through a lot of Games, Haymitch. I know you're fond of Danny's son, but it's the girl you're worrying about."

"I'm worried about both of them," I say automatically, then look at her. "But yeah. She's something different. She can do this, Effie. I really believe it this year. And I don't want to be the one who gets her killed by not having her ready."

"You won't be."

We stay up a little while and watch the scores coverage. People are speculating about what Katniss might or might not have done to get her score. It ranges from the mundane assumption that she's good with weapons or stealth to the truly mythical. One old man -- who seems to be under the influence of something stronger than booze -- suggests that she can shoot fire from her fingertips and control the minds of the other tributes. As Effie expected, people are already speculating about what she's like, though at least there's nothing like Finnick's year, with all the wild storytelling that bore no relation whatsoever to reality.

There's also talk about little Rue, and how she outscored much older tributes. It's less mythic, though people seem inclined to ascribe vaguely magical powers to her, like disappearing into the woodlands like a fairy. There doesn't seem to be much mystery about the Careers, or, for that matter, Peeta. They've all been shown in training, looking strong.

Effie and I say goodnight around midnight. I hear the television in her room. I read for a while. It's a new detective series, as brainless as the rest of them. The detective this time is a fashion designer whose muse model is murdered, but the police don't believe him. They think it was an accident. He sets out to prove the murder. By the end of chapter three, I have it pretty well narrowed down to her brother and a wealthy fashion patron. The most interesting thing I've learned so far is the title, Croquis, which is a new word to me. It means a sketchy drawing. I'll have to see if it's a word that Cinna uses.

I toy with the idea that I could do it better. What if the detective himself is the murderer? Could I make that work? What if it's not a murder at all, and the police are right? What if she offended the president, or was secretly a rebel? What would the detective do if he found out? Would he become a rebel, too?

Well, not if it's published in the Capitol, I guess. Controls are too tight here to do anything interesting. That's why I collect the illegal stuff. It floats around on the black market, and over the years, I've collected about forty books. They live under the floorboards of my house. Any one of them is more alive and dangerous than what I'm technically allowed to read. Not one of them could be published in Panem today. I read them in secret in the dead of the night.

I don't sleep well. The lack of booze is starting to catch up to me, along with the change from my usual sleeping times. In the Capitol, I usually have chemical help. This year, I'm fidgeting and nervous, and I have a brutal headache by three. I finally fall into a fitful sleep, filled with vividly nonsensical dreams. In one, Danny's parents have a bakery in the Capitol, and it's my job to fetch water from the lake, but it's not supposed to have any salt in it, so my job includes sifting it before they can use it, and putting the salt into canvas bags for later. I'm not very good at it, but they're patient.

When I wake up, Peeta and Effie are watching a movie on television.

With an unpleasant shock, I realize that it's one of Mimi Meadowbrook's. I always change the channel when these are on. I can't get the image of her dead in her garden out of my head. I asked Effie to send me the fountain statue that she wrote "Reaped" on just before she died. I stared at it for a long time when it came. A child and a mother, dancing in the rain. Reaped. I remember feeling a scream in my throat, and forcing it back. I was very drunk. When I sobered up, I carried the horrible thing up to my attic, where it still sits beside the piles of dusty plaques that I got on my Victory Tour. I should throw it out. I don't know why I asked for it in the first place.

On screen, she is cheerfully going through the motions of one of her romantic comedies. She seems to be fighting an attraction to a man in a purple wig.

Effie sees me and turns it off quickly.

Peeta frowns, then says, "Hey."

"Morning," I say. "Coffee?"

"It's on the table," Effie says. "Sorry, I thought you were sleeping. Peeta wanted to watch movies."

"It's fine," I tell her. I look at Peeta. "Did the movies help you make your decision?"

He comes over to the table and starts getting some breakfast. "Yeah. I'll tell you about it later. We're doing interview training, right?"

"We are."

"I'll tell you then."


"But I was thinking… I don't know how Katniss will feel about it. I think maybe we should do the training separately."

Effie, who has been putting fruit on her plate, stops and looks up. "But, Peeta, it's been going so well this way! I thought you liked her."

"That's the problem," he says. "Anyway, I guess I'm making it a formal request."

"I don't know…"

"Look, I know you've been pairing us up. I think I might even know why. But I need to --" He stops and looks up.

Katniss has come in from her room, looking sleepy. She comes to the table and piles food onto her plate. She seems to notice that we've all stopped talking, but doesn't comment on it.

Finally, she takes a gulp of orange juice and, looking more awake, says, "So, what's going on? You're coaching us on interviews today, right?"

"That's right," I tell her.

She shrugs and gets back to eating. "You don't have to wait until I'm done. I can listen and eat at the same time."

I guess I could put a stop to it. I haven't agreed to anything with Peeta yet.

But he's the tribute. He's the boss.

"Well, there's been a change of plans," I say. "About our current approach."

"What's that?" Katniss asks.

I look at Peeta, then say, "Peeta has asked to be coached separately."

Katniss stops eating. Her back straightens, and her mouth tightens in fury. She glares at Peeta for a moment, then abruptly changes her posture, slouching uncomfortably and putting on an affected show of nonchalance.

"Good," she says. "So, what's the schedule?"

I tell her that she'll start with Effie, to get her movement and posture right. The afternoon, she'll spend with me. I figure that way, if it's not going well, I can just keep her into the evening without worrying about having to get to Peeta later.

We finish breakfast uncomfortably, and Katniss goes off with Effie.

I look at Peeta, then take him into the private sitting room where we do the interview practice. He sits down in the easy chair.

"All right," I tell him. "What's on your mind?"

"I want them to like her. I want them to see what I see."

"What you see." I sit down across from him, on a fussy red couch. "And what do you see?"

"I like her. I like her a lot. She's amazing. She's beautiful. She's strong. The way she takes care of her sister, and her mom… it's great." He looks away, a little embarrassed. "My dad told me that he and her mom used to have a thing. When I was little, I used to pretend that we were all friends. One big family, you know?"

I can imagine that growing up with Mirrem would inspire fantasies about living in a simpler family. I'm still not sure where he's going. "Go on."

"I want to tell everyone that I like her. That's where I want my interview to go."

"I see."

"You don't think it's a good idea?"

I think it's a great idea for Katniss. If someone like Peeta adores her, the audience will reason out that she must be wonderful.

For Peeta, it could go either way. In theory, it could make his quest interesting to them -- how will he handle loving someone when it's never going to be possible? In practice, there's a good chance that school girls will adore him, but the cynical intelligentsia will despise and ridicule him… and worse, not give him airtime.

"You'll have to play it exactly right," I say. "They're not going to care who you like if they don't like you first, so, if you don't mind, let's work on how we're going to get them to like you."

"I didn't think about that."

"That's why I'm the mentor around here."

He nods. "Okay. Will Caesar Flickerman let me talk about that?"

"Oh, Caesar will eat it up. Don't worry about Caesar. I'll meet with him while you're in prep, and he'll get you exactly where you need to go. He's a friend in the Capitol."


"He's definitely a good guy." I lean forward. "Now, how are we going to get you there?"

We get to work. I don't need anything like four hours to get Peeta ready for an interview. He's more or less camera ready when he rolls out of bed in the morning. He talks easily about anything I ask him, and we end up just having a long conversation. He talks to me about school, his friends, the bakery, his brothers. He asks me to keep Caesar from asking about his parents. He wants me to give his love to his father "after" (and, he says reluctantly, his mother as well, he supposes), but he has no interest in airing the oddities of his family life on national television. I tell him he can lie.

"I know I can. I don't want to. Not until it's time. I need to get some trust first."

He doesn't explain this, and we go back to our aimless chat. We finally start laughing about how strange the Capitol can be. I realize that this is an easy in for him. Caesar has used this for reluctant tributes before, to give them something to talk about for three minutes, but Peeta can use it beautifully, laughing at his own naiveté and making it sound like he'd love to fit in here. The Capitol will like it, and it's not a lie. Peeta actually does find a lot about the Capitol amusing and harmless, and he seems to genuinely like most of the people he's met here. He's particularly fond of Portia and Effie, but has also somehow found time to chat with his preps and most of the trainers down in the gym. He's interested in the differences between life here and life in the districts, and it comes through. If Caesar can work it down to a few questions, I think the audience will be eating out of his hands by the time he comes to his revelation about Katniss.

We do a few practice runs, trying different observations. Finally, we settle on a little bit of business about the showers as his introduction. Caesar will love it. He'll just need to ask a question, then let Peeta start to work the crowd. It's exactly his style.

Ultimately, he just seems to want to talk, and I let him ramble on about things until lunch. He's got a sharp eye, and a good sense of humor about himself and his situation, and he manages to get me laughing a little bit.

Katniss gets to the table before we do. She's in a long skirt, which is currently hiked up around her thighs. I can see Effie's frustration from across the room, but she's holding it together. We all sit down and manage a decent, if quiet, meal.

After it, Katniss gets up and clomps across the living room in her high heels. I really hope she's just doing it to annoy Effie, because she's going to need to be more graceful tomorrow. I show her into the interview practice room, sit her down in the chair, and sit down on the couch across from her. I look at her for a long time. There's nothing wrong with her looks, even if her skirt's tangled around her at the moment.

The problem is the glare.

"What?" she asks me defensively.

"I'm trying to figure out what to do with you," I say.

Her sullen expression doesn't change much while I explain the situation to her. It doesn't bring out my best, I'm afraid. I remember Albinus Drake, sitting me down in that chair, circling around me like a hawk, demanding my Games strategy, threatening to kill me if I mentioned poetry. I wonder if he felt like I feel now, like any misstep could cost a real opportunity for a potential victor.

Or maybe he just hated me. We became friends later, but he never did tell me whether or not his behavior in the apartment was an act.

Katniss is not acting. I'm pretty sure that Katniss quite genuinely detests me.

Which is fine. She can hate me if she wants to. But she can't let the Capitol audience see that she hates them.

I can't get a read on her personality, so I try to play at being Caesar. I ask her about her sister. She loves Prim, she tells me coolly, without elaboration. I ask her about her mother. She doesn't want to talk about her mother. I ask about her father. This is met with a glare. I ask about boyfriends. She doesn't have or want one. Friends. She supposes Madge is a friend. School. She attends. Favorite books. She can't remember any. Favorite songs. She doesn't sing; it's a waste of time. I ask what subjects she's good at. Nothing legal. I ask about her favorite foods. There's a tiny bit of warmth here, with hot chocolate and lamb stew -- I guess Caesar can try those. Katniss is nothing if not an eater, though that's about the most intimate portrait I've been able to get.

"All right, enough," I say. "We've got to find another angle. Not only are you hostile, I don't know anything about you. I've asked you fifty questions and still have no sense of your life, your family, what you care about. They want to know you, Katniss."

"But I don't want them to!" she says, and for the first time, I think I see the real Katniss. "They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past."

"Then lie," I tell her. "Make something up!"

She grimaces miserably. "I'm not good at lying."

"Well, you better learn fast. You've got about as much charm as a dead slug."

She sits back, looking stung, and I guess she has reason to. She is finally communicating, and has finally told me something true, and I responded with a slap.

I rub my head. "Here's an idea. Try acting humble."

She doesn't know how to act humble, though she's naturally not particularly arrogant. She doesn't have the physical presence to be ferocious. I reluctantly suggest that she try to be sexy, and am not sorry when she fails miserably at it. I'm not sure she's even seen anyone trying to be sexy in a movie. She doesn't have Peeta's sense of humor. She can't imply that she's mysterious, because I think she actually considers herself an open book.

The one thing people want -- the girl who volunteered for her sister -- is the one thing she utterly refuses to give them. I don't blame her. I wouldn't give them my mother, either.

By the end of the session, we still don't have a plan. Katniss openly hates me, and I don't blame her. She wouldn't listen to me now even if I gave her a perfect plan.

She goes to her room and eats there.

I'm pretty sure I won't see her before prep tomorrow. I sit around the apartment with Effie and Peeta for a few hours, but I have to do something. I call Cinna.

We meet downstairs in the restaurant. He orders wine, but sends it back with the waiter when he sees me looking at it. I guess I look like I want to dive in and not come out.

"Problem?" he asks.


"What about her?"

"The attitude. It's not going to get her anywhere."

He starts cutting his steak. "I'm not sure why she's like that with you. I find her a lovely person."

"You do?"

"Of course, I find you a lovely person, too."

"You have a strange definition of that word."

He laughs. "No. I appreciate who she is. And who you are. That's all. And both of you are always quite charming with me."

"Unfortunately, you're not the audience."

"I'm part of it." Cinna shrugs. "I've got a good rapport with her. I'll just tell her to remember that she's talking to me."

"Okay." I nod. "I'll get Caesar to talk about the parade costume."

"Oh, she'll have another great one tomorrow. He can have fun with that, too. That should fill three minutes."

We manage to get through the rest of the meal without any fraught moments. I catch him at one point trying to get interview answers out of me. I'm actually answering him honestly. I guess this will work.

I wait my turn the next morning to talk to Caesar. As usual, I'm last, but these meetings don't take long. He seems to understand that Katniss is a little headstrong, but he likes her. He'll ask about food and the parade, and he'll make a fuss about her dress. He says he can use the same tactic with both of them -- asking about their reactions to the Capitol -- to start pairing them before the final revelation.

"The boy wants to make a love confession?" he asks, looking fascinated. "They'll love it. I've never had that happen on stage before."

"It's not exactly a romantic event."

"True. But if the boy is as good as you say he is -- "

"He is."

" -- then this year might be different. We'll see."

I meet Effie, Peeta, and Portia by the elevator. Peeta's cutting a good figure in a sharp black suit with flame accents. Cinna and Katniss come out. He has her in a jeweled dress that catches the light like the flicker of a campfire. Under the stage lights, she'll seem to be ablaze again.

I remind the kids that they're supposed to be friends here, which seems to surprise Katniss. I guess she thought a day of separate training was going to break the image.

Not that it matters a lot on stage, where there isn't much opportunity for interaction among the tributes.

Caesar does his usual patter. He begins the interviews. The Careers are as boring as ever, talking about how strong and tough they are. The girl from Five, Finch, is actually quite interesting and creative. Johanna's girl is a bit of a dud. Cecelia's girl, a pretty thing with a cloud of reddish brown curls, jokes about possibly having made the fabric in her dress. The stylist from Eleven has run with the magical fairy-princess theme for Rue, even giving her wings. She tells Caesar not to count her out. Chaff's tribute, the huge boy named Thresh, is as sullen as Katniss was yesterday, but at his size, he can pull it off.

They call Katniss. I hold my breath as Caesar leads her out. She's nervous.

He asks her what's impressed her the most. She looks over at the platform where Cinna is sitting.

"The lamb stew," she says.

This actually gets a laugh. Katniss seems astounded by it, and begins to warm up. By the time Caesar gets around to having her twirl around to show the way the dress flashes in the light, she's at ease. She's not the laughing girl from the chariot, but she does manage to charm the audience, and when Caesar leads her to the subject of Prim, she doesn't hesitate. She looks at Cinna, and answers the question.

The buzzer goes off. I relax.

Peeta comes out beside Caesar, standing in the light with him, smiling easily. He could be a co-host rather than a tribute. They banter back and forth about the showers, and I get the impression that Caesar is enjoying himself. He laughs at Peeta's jokes, and it's not his usual canned laugh. The audience is also laughing along fondly at their own foibles being pointed out.

As soon as they are eating out of Peeta's hands, Caesar asks him if he has a girlfriend back home.

Peeta sighs dramatically, and the audience encourages him with a brief burst of applause. "There is this one girl," he says. "I've had a crush on her ever since I can remember. But I'm pretty sure she didn't know I was alive until the reaping."

The crowd whispers excitedly.

Caesar suggests that if Peeta wins the Games, the mystery girl will have to notice him.

Peeta shakes his head sadly. "I don't think it's going to work out. Winning won't help in my case."

"Why ever not?" Caesar asks, feigning puzzlement.

Peeta looks around, giving just the right amount of hesitation. "Because…" He takes a deep breath, glances at Katniss, then says, "Because she came here with me!"

There's an audible gasp in the audience, and I realize that it's worked like a charm. They understand everything already. They have the story in their minds. They want to see it play out.

It's just about perfect.

The camera switches over to Katniss, whose expression will be analyzed for days, by top experts on body language and psychology. None of them will know what to make of it. At home, I'd imagine that they take it for surprise.

I recognize it for what it is.

Katniss Everdeen is furious.
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redrikki From: redrikki Date: August 29th, 2014 03:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
There are a couple of things in this chapter that really got to me.

"Nothing much," he says. "Just who I'm going to be for the rest of my life." He smiles and goes to bed. Here, Peeta knows that how he presents himself at the interview will decide his legacy and how he is remembered. The Capitol doesn't want a real live boy, they want a character they can root for and discard and he knows it. The fact that he's so blasé about it is kind of awful.

Contrasted to that, but still awful, is Katniss. "They're already taking my future! They can't have the things that mattered to me in the past." She's entirely right because they are taking her future, not just if she dies but the future she would have had if Prim had never been called. They want all of her, every bit, and of course she's right to hold back. In the books she and Peeta talk about not being a piece in their Games and, even though she claimed she couldn't think about it, she clearly does and it rightly pisses her off.

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 30th, 2014 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)
That line did jump out at me. Katniss is someone with a great gift for self-deception, at least when it comes to her own emotional life. She recognizes it a few times, like when she realizes that she hasn't stopped singing because it's useless, but because it's a painful reminder of her father, but a lot of times, it's left to the audience to spot. The bit where she's so very practical about the Games and can't bother with moral concerns is totally belied by this outburst.
From: queen_bellatrix Date: August 30th, 2014 05:07 am (UTC) (Link)

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man who seems to be Am wondering if the bit about seeming to be under the influence needs to be set off by commas?

"Try acting humble Don't think you need the opening quote here, since it's still part of his original quote. And in IE, there're two spaces between acting and humble.:)

You did some fantastic things in this one. I think the thing that has to take the cake for me is the fact that Peeta has a moment of decision about how he wants to play it at the interviews. I really appreciated that you let it all sink in for him, that he knew going through with this would be the real start of a sacrifice play, and that he and Kattniss could be playing at cross purposes if she was angry/offended about what he'd done. Just a really complex, thought-provoking moment to give him.

Speaking of complex/subtle moments, what you've done with Effie in this and the last chapter is interesting, especially the implication just beneath the surface that she's "more focused" etc. etc. because Haymitch finally has Tributes that force him to work more closely with her than he's had too since the Seventieth, and so is seeing more of the "old Effie". Also found it very intriguing to ponder how much of him giving her his attention, and needing to rely on her so much, is starting to clear the CD-induced fog.

The moment with the detective series was a brilliant illustration of the point you'd been having so many people make to Haymitch. Sure, he's right that controls etc. etc. are tight, but the way you had him think of all these scenarios that could've skated by the controls was just a really brilliant way of illustrating how much he could have done, even within the limits of what Snow set then. And then, Abernathism just had to set in; admittedly, he was just dismissing posibilities for an interesting detective story, but the way it so closely mirrors him dismissing posibilities for other things made me want to scream. And damn, I want to read the story where the P.I. is the murder now!

Also really appreciated how, even as Haymitch is like Drake, he's not Drake's double, personality wise. I still can't see him being abrassively cruel, the way Drake was that first night, any more than I can see Drake dunking pork into wine to make a Tribute relax. Really excellent use of subtle details to bely certain aspects of what Haymitch was saying.

And speaking of Haymitch as unreliable narrator, I just have to praise the moment last chapter where he's thinking about being shaken by his chat with Seeder. Reading the fact that he immediately puts it down to realizing he wasn't doing enough work with Kattniss for presentation prep was pone of the most subtlely awful details you've put in, imho. Especially because it didn't even occurr to him that not being trusted by one of his oldest friends not to mentor a kid to stab a Twelve-year-old in the back would be a much more likely reason to be shaken. That was a fabulous way to show just how off his self-perception was without hammering us over the head.

Also speaking of last chapter: I'd been wondering how you were going to ratchet up tension in Haymitch's pov about Rue's survival, but you laid some amazing groundwork with that very careful implication that Seeder feels an especially maternal connection with Rue; to say what she did to Haymitch, who she clearly cares about and knows very well, she would have to. Losing her is going to be like losing the children she could have had all over again, and watching that is going to be nightmareish for Haymitch.

Loved your continued highlighting of the connection between Kattniss and Haymitch, along with the explorations of gender, especially in a world where overt sexism seems to be mostly gone, but left odd traces like we saw in the books.

And I'm glad Haymitch was too drunk to really let himself realize about Mimi, awful as that may be.

And oh, Peeta: "I have to build some trust, first" Even now, he's thinking of how to play the Game! Though Haymitch is going to want to kill him for making him ally with Brutus temporarily; maybe that'll be offset a little by seeing more of Finn/Annie?:d

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 30th, 2014 07:23 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Few Catches/Feedback and Squee

All right, that's fewer typos than usual! (I guess having trouble with the pacing this time made me spend more time re-reading.)

I think that I want to really look at Peeta here, at the choices he makes in the Games. It's an opportunity I'll have, because Haymitch will see him in the arena when Katniss doesn't. This is sort of his "I volunteer!" moment, I guess.

I think there's a lot going on with Effie, though much of it is kind of inchoate. She's being trusted and relied on, which is, of course, a big trigger of that pesky "disorder" or hers. She may be sympathetically cutting down on her chemical intake, though I doubt it's anything conscious on her part. (If it were, she'd probably "correct" herself.) And that Haymitch is simply being nice to her is a big deal.

I think, as we approach the big suggestion of allowing two victors, that the battle between Abernathism and Donnerism is going to be a big focus. (I can't say it for sure, since I'm not there yet, but I am going to go wit the film's idea that Haymitch initiated the idea, and to get there, he's going to have to overcome his ingrained habit of believing that it will never work.)

And, yeah -- Peeta's strategizing big time. He's playing... just not the game they want him to play.
mirandabeth From: mirandabeth Date: August 30th, 2014 07:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Okay, I just noticed what happened here. When you did the challenge call that covered this bit, ages ago - which I loved - it was all the big picture stuff about how Peeta's strategy totally lined up with Haymitch's own strategy, getting the Capitol to care about the two tributes and realise they couldn't have both. But here in the context of the longer story, that's not what happens. Haymitch is absolutely in the moment as a mentor in the Games. Seeing the big picture enough to help with Games strategy, but not scheming about the rebellion all the time. It doesn't actually occur to him when Peeta says it, he's just thinking about how it will play out for each of them. I love that! Neat choice.

She blushes a little bit for some reason...

Just because I'm curious, how much of Haymitch's blindness when it comes to his relationship with Effie is a function of you needing to make it fit with what you'd already written, and how much did you intend all along? I've been wondering since the reference earlier on about how Effie kissed him once... maybe twice. It feels really natural, I'm just curious about how it came about from your point of view.

"Nothing much," he says. "Just who I'm going to be for the rest of my life."

This stood out for me too, but I think I read it a bit differently. I saw it as Peeta genuinely deciding who he wanted to be... The whole thing about wanting to die "as himself". I do love Peeta. I love how Katniss keeps thinking how Peeta's so sheltered and doesn't understand about being rebellious, and meanwhile he's SO far ahead of her in that area it's not funny.

The scores are the only time the boy goes first.
Well, and the assessments themselves.

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: August 30th, 2014 07:44 am (UTC) (Link)
I tried to work that old one in, but the more time I've spent with Haymitch, the more it became clear that, no matter what he thinks between Games, in the Games, he's about helping them first, not using them.

I think Haymitch has unplugged himself from his relationship with Effie as much as he can as a kind of self-defense mechanism. The automaton she becomes when she's at the height of her Capitol influence hurts him every time he sees her, and if he lets himself think about how close they were, it hurts more. So she's off at a distance, and the things he should recognize (ie, that she recognizes a flirt when she sees one... and that he's flirting at all) are filed off somewhere with whatever it was that was going to make him scream if he thought about that statue too much.

For all of the bombast from the rebels, Peeta's the only one who didn't make peace with the situation on some level. He was just not having it, and quietly refusing to be dominated.
vesta_aurelia From: vesta_aurelia Date: August 31st, 2014 12:57 am (UTC) (Link)
That's probably part of why Snow "had to" break him--the one who wouldn't really "play" the game....
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