the first of so many [flynn garner] 88th
Jul 24, 2021 14:34:20 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jul 24, 2021 14:34:20 GMT -5
FLYNN GARNER
88th Hunger Games
I wake up every morning not knowing if I will see their faces in black and white or full of life. Am I meant to be sleeping? Am I meant to be spending most of my day shouting a television screen Robin PLEASE find an alliance? What am I really meant to be doing? I can try and be Teddy’s shadow, he has all the experience. All those years behind him but then I will just become another Teddy and I don’t want to be another Teddy. We already share curly hair. The Capitol are good at comparing very different people. Just like they have done with poor Robin to me.
I am a mentor now, an advisor to people who are older than me, but I guess it won’t be long before they are younger. Younger, naïve, and full of a life they deserve to live. This is how it is going to be for…for I guess the rest of my life? A soft punishment compared to what Lorraine, Lenox, Castor and Nanette are facing. A very soft punishment.
I have spent so much time trying to communicate some kind of advice to Robin in the arena, to at least try and find some people to befriend. Yeah, that really has not worked out the way I would have liked. FREAKING MAUVE! Mauve!! Mauve the one with a rat in a bag. The absolute mad bitch Mauve. I really wish I could shake some sense into Robin, except I can’t do anything now. Other than maybe try and persuade some sponsors to send him something useful. Though unfortunately sponsors cannot send allies, just the usual questionable threads, needles, and endless rolls of bandages. I really hope Robin remembers his first aid training.
It is the fourth day; the television on the sixth floor is split screened between the two fights that Willa and Robin are in. There are few bodies stood around the couch watching. There are always a few hours of the day where I force myself to not take my eyes of the screen. It is odd how the games work, action never lasts long in a day. One encounter. One explosion. And then it is time to lick wounds and pick up the pieces.
Willa is really taking a beating today in an alliance versus alliance fight. Robin and MAUVE!! are picking on one unfortunate soul, one who strikes at Robin first. My fingers are quick to hide the inevitable, but Ripred likes me today, I peek through a gap in my hand and MAUVE!! triggers a canon, the poor District Four is down. Two against one, there were really no favourable odds there.
I can breathe again for another day. But Willa, back to the Willa.
The poor girl plucked from a world of peace. In a coma, with no struggles or need to worry about anything. To now face this carnage. To now feel pain and bleed out in front of thousands of people who are watching. It is not fair. It is really not fair. Awoken into the living world just to be torn apart, to be hacked at. She looks so determined “I’m. Not. Quitting.”. It is not enough though. Nothing is ever enough in the Hunger Games. My first mentee…gone. Severed into pieces and gone… ”It is not fair. None of this is really fair. Why did they wake her up for this? Why?” My words shake, my arms shake, every part of me is shaking as I push myself up from the couch. There are too many people watching to breakdown right now. She is not even Robin. I need to get out of here.