Just a cute little story I thought of. I was having writers block on my other stories and this one just flowed. Kind of a comedy, and I hope you enjoy and it makes you laugh.
Three years before Katniss' first Games, the 71st Hunger Games took place. That year the District 9 male made it out alive, weak as he was. When Caesar Flickerman interviewed him after the Games, Caesar's mind couldn't help but wander to that District 5 boy, that Caesar Quarry.
On the day before the Games, seventeen-year-old Caesar had patiently awaited until his interview and upon his beautiful partner finishing, he'd stood, clad in a shimmering green suit, and pulled his face into a smirk; his mentor and stylist had both insisted his angle be amused, pompus, and charming. The three adjectives did describe him very well.
Caesar strode to the stage with a florish, waved proudly to the crowd, and then sat and rested his right ankle on his left knee. He turned to Caesar Flickerman and nodded. "Hello, Caesar. You've stollen my name."
Taken aback, Caesar raised and eyebrow and shook his head. "I've stollen your name? No! You've stollen my name!"
"Perhaps. I bet my mother would disagree, however."
"That's possible, but so would my own."
They went on a bit longer and then began to warm up to each other. The two Caesars had become friends, despite their age differences and their origins and their beliefs and their roles.
Caesar Flickerman was around fifty, despite not looking it, and had been born and raised in the Captial, raised to love the Games and look forward to them. Every year he interviewed children who would die the next day. Nothing fazed him, though, because Caesar didn't let it.
Caeser Quarry was just a seventeen-year-old, born in the districts and forced to watch the Games and now participate this year. He watched them die and now he would die himself. Nothing fazed him, though, because Caesar didn't let it.
But as Caesar made friends with a dirty, ratty, miserable boy from District 5, he began to notice the tributes who's lives were being cut short for no apparent reason. Twenty-three lives taken every year for over seventy years. For the first time, Caesar began to dislike his job; the make a fuss out of them and then watch them die.
But as Caesar made friends with a clean, handsome, happy man from the Capital, he began to agknowledge the fact that children were dying for enjoyment and payment and that he was among them. For the first time, Caesar began to love his life and really appreciate it, because it wouldn't last long.
Caesar Quarry died 23rd that year. Along with his District partner and six others they'd convinced to join them, they stepped off their plates early and blew to peices. Caesar Flickerman had watched solemly for the first time in years as his famiky cheered.
That night, before going to sleep, Caesar did something he never did before. He prayed.
He prayed for those dead, those soon-to-be-dead, those somehow alive, and those families who's children had suffered.
And he finished with a wish. He wished that these Games would end.
Three years later, a sixteen-year-old girl named Katniss Everdeen ignited the spark that would later burn it all down.