Author's Note (PLEASE READ): First off, if you were one of the seven people who read my last chapter yesterday and found it cut off midway through a sentence, my apologies. I was having wifi/saving issues which are now more or less resolved. The full chapter is up, and you can read it if you haven't already.
Secondly: Either my number of reads counter is seriously messed up, or I must confess myself confused as to the situation. Why, you ask? Well, according to the chapter by chapter view, eleven people read "Chariots", four read "The Game Behind the Games", five read "Prepare to Die", twelve read "To the Pain (Potter)" , and nineteen read "To the Pain (Other)".
For the record the chapter titled "The Game Behind the Games" was rather important, plot wise. Things will make more sense if you read it.
So, if you're one of the people who's been skipping around, that's fine, just please comment and explain WHY. If the majority of my readers are only reading for a certain fandom, I can be sure to highlight it. If for some inexplicable reason you're unable to read certain chapters, I'll be happy to post summaries. If you've been skipping because you've got a problem with the way something's being portrayed, comment on it. I'm always happy to get suggestions.
While I'm at it, I'd also like to apologize for the number of typos I found in earlier chapters. I'm typically rushing to finish these fairly late at night, so mistakes happen. I've fixed what I can. If you find anything, please let me know.
Now, on to the good stuff!
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the 74th Hunger Games!" The crowd roared. Sherlock drummed his fingers on the arm rest.
Bored. Bored. Bored.
District 1's girl tribute took the stage.
Juliet Butler. 18. Three concealed weapons. Advanced martial arts training. Career. Younger sister to former victor Domovoi Butler. Odds: In her favor. Interview: Designed to be charming, yet lethal. Subtle signs of an inferiority complex due to famous brother. Definite eagerness to prove herself. Status: Exploitable.
Niall DeMencha. 18. Previously broken left arm. Slight weakness still evident. Advanced martial arts training. Limited intelligence. Career. Odds: Reasonable. Interview: Mediocre. Sponsors will still probably buy in due to muscle mass. Status: Not a threat.
Molly Aster. 18. Intelligent. Cautious. Anxiety issues. Complicated relationship with fellow tribute, currently strained. Protective of previously observed locket. Note: Examine for possibilities. Career. Low muscle mass, but probably quite agile. Odds: Indeterminate. Interview: Cagey. Definitely hiding something. Status: Interesting.
Peter Pan. Claimed age: 16. Actual Age: Indeterminate. Perceptible anachronisms in speech and posture. Clearly uncomfortable in the spotlight. Something living in left pocket. Pet? Unlikely. Communication seems to exist. Strange buoyancy. Liftoff previously observed. Odds: Good, although hurt by likely low sponsorship. Interview: Sullen. Nervous. Status: Threat.
Eowyn Dernhelm. Age: 17. Combat training: Extensive. Horse lover. Old injury in both arms. Determined to prove herself. Pretty enough to attract sponsors. Odds: Reasonable. Interview: Defiant, yet eloquent. Status: Exploitable.
Gimli Gloinsson. Age: ?. Combat training: Extensive. Axe work particularly good. Size: limiting, but compensated for with more than adequate muscle mass. Bones demonstrate remarkable hardiness. Training reveals excellent speed over short distances but overall lack of running stamina, although fighting stamina remains strong. Odds Given by Capital: Low. Actual Odds: Good. Likely Alliances: Eowyn. Interview: Gruff, yet entertaining. Status: Threat. Note: Examine district more closely. Something is off here.
"So, Gimli, you seemed quite attached to that axe."
"Aye. It was my father's before me, and his father's before him, and his father's before him, all the way back to my many greats grandfather who received it from Durin himself."
"Durin?"
Gandalf coughed. Caesar moved on without waiting for an answer to his last question. "I noticed when your father came to take it from you - "
"Father!" Gimli was outraged. "That was me mother!"
Caesar blinked. "The beard?"
Gimli nodded proudly. "It's a very fine one, is it not? Me father always said that was how she first caught his eye."
The audience tittered. Caesar moved the conversation to safer waters. "So what exactly was the significance of the district token you accepted instead?"
Gimli patted the pouch in which he kept the hairs and beamed at him. "Lovely, aren't they? Better than gold. Better than mithril, even!"
Caesar seemed vaguely aware that somewhere along the line he'd lost the exact thread of this conversation. He tried valiantly to retake it. "What do you think your odds are for the Games?"
"As long as there's an axe, I'll do just fine. It'll be just like splitting orc skulls back home - "
The buzzer rang about a minute early. Gimli made his way happily back to his seat. Gandalf lowered his staff. It was always interesting trying to get a dwarf through the interview process. At least this time he hadn't had to stop said dwarf from charging the audience. That had been an interesting year.
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