Victor #29:
Name: Adonis Platinum
Age during games: 17
District: 1
Games: 029
Death: Games 0101, Lassy
"Ms. Ponicherry! Just one more touch up for you, then you'll be primed for your interview!" an intern hastily said.
The lead emcee for the Hunger Games turned around in her swivel chair. "Perfect, put it on right now, and turn up that air conditioning, it feels just like a desert!" She put on the eyeliner herself, opting to go for a bright shade of green to match their newest victor. He was a perfect role model just for District 1. "Tell me, have we got Adonis all prepped up yet?" she asked.
The intern nodded. He wouldn't be payed yet, but would move up in the ranks after this Hunger Games. "Yes ma'am, Leif is also being notified of the time we're to start right now, you have five minutes."
"Thank you Caesar, go get ready, we need you just in case my cough starts acting up again," Ponicherry dismissed the young man. He had hopes, this one, and he only dyed his hair once a year, oddly enough, but had a keen eye to pick out the stand outs of the year from their reaping alone.
It was his first year he was able to determine a victor outright, and District 1 is always a safe bet, but Caesar knew that he was a stand out as the boy folded his glasses and put it on his shirt. "Ms. Ponicherry, Adonis is ready, we'll have you on stage soon," another intern, going by the name Martia Templesmith, as young as the tribute from 10 this year, 13 years old but a member of the media family powerhouse that is the Templesmiths.
"Ah, thank you Martia, I'll be down soon, tell Leif and Adonis that I'll be there," the emcee replied hastily, slipping the gir a cherry lollipop. She smoothened out the bright red coat that she usually wore for these interviews over her arms and left, letting Caesar pick up the fallen bottle of gin from her vanity, and strode out onto the stage. The lights flickered on and off in a testament to the ball lightning that surrounded the nightly atmosphere of the desert arena. "HELLO PANEM!" she said loudly. The live audience screamed loudly. "I'M PERRINE PONICHERRY AND THIS IS VICTORY INTERVIEW NUMBER 26! And what an interview it'll be! Down stairs we have District 1's latest, their newest boy, Adonis Platinum!" She gestured behind her to the massive screen, showing a compilation of the victor in his greatest, taking out two girls as they huddled under a rock, fighting bravely against the biggest underdog threat that year, the boy from District 9, and climbing out of the sinkhole where his former allies left him, climbing out to claim two more kills to become District 1's first double digit killer. "AND WHAT AN INTERVIEW THIS'LL BE! Without further ado, let's welcome our latest member of the family, ADONIS PLATINUM!"
The cheers erupted once more as the stage gave way to lift up the team in charge to present the newest victor, the escort was naturally the first to come up, a portly man going by Tryptophan, applying for transfer after this year, then Adonis' stylist, the classical Kimberly Beuxom. Soon to follow her is Leif Vanas, waving kindly to the crowd tiredly and sitting in one of the two chairs in front of Ponicherry. Finally, the elevator lifts once more to reveal the latest, a dashingly handsome young man who takes the glasses off of his face and throws it into the crowd, revealing his chiseled jaw and handsome square face. "Nice to be back, Ms. Ponicherry," he says cockily to her.
"It's nice to see you here, and I'm not the only one," she gestured to the large capitol audience, who cheered loudly in response. "Now, for my last games- calm down my friends, I'll still be alive-I'm glad that the victor was you."
"Well I'm glad to herald your last year with my victory," Adonis replied, briefly flashing the audience his wild smile they grew to love through the hunger games. With a glint in his emerald eyes he said, "I can only hope to make it back to the Capitol, such a lovely, place, such lovely people."
"And I'm sure that we can't wait to see you again. Well, enough chit chat for now, we have a replay to get through, and you're the main star, so get comfy and let's do the honors for you!" Once again the audience screamed their declarations of love to the handsome victor from 1, a commodity common from the District, as he reclined in his transparent silk shirt and waited for the three hour replay to begin.
There he was, the first star of the show, volunteering to save the life of a 14 year old son of the weavers and joining his partner, a radiant girl named Treasure, as they cheered out into the crowd. Highlights from District 2 and 4 showed, providing Draco and Ezrabeth as worthy opponents, alongside the loving goofballs that were Barrac and Amphitrite. The rest of the reapings flew by, occasionally showing the threats apparent in Districts 5, 9, and 10. At this point the video allotted for a screen that showed the live reactions of the team. Adonis smiled as the parade of tributes began, him clad in nothing more than a sash of gems and light covering where it wouldn't hurt his natural tan. Bare necessities was the theme that year, and it surprisingly worked for most, the girls from District 3, 5, and 8 and the boys from 11 and 12 notwithstanding.
Then it's another scene, Adonis' first interview with Ponicherry, straight after the heels of Treasure and playing the crowd, exposing his toned abs briefly much to the cheers of the female audience (and not a small amount of guys) while elaborating his skills with a dagger. "You'll see me again, Perrine, I didn't get an eleven for nothing," he says as his final words.
When the 24 tributes are catapulted into the sandy desert arena that year, water is the key factor for survival, and Adonis and the careers participate in the massive bloodbath that disposes of 10 wiry outliers. This is including the boy from 5, Adonis' first kill to claim the bounty of water at the mouth of the cornucopia. He got a kill, the boy from District 6, and when realizing that their uniforms won't hold much protection, stripped them off. After set up, a massive feast was delivered, and drunk on good times, they spent the night in an overjoyed state.
The careers relegated their hunts to the long nights, spending the days to rest up and play up the cameras and what not. They got rid of the girls from 3 and 5 on the second day, eagerly taken out by Adonis. The arena is down to the final eight when a sandstorm kicks up, ball lightning additionally separating the careers from their materials. No one returns to help the others, but Adonis does fine when he needs to climb out of a pit he fell downAlone, Adonis found an oasis, taken over by the boy from District 9. He's a massive field hand, armed with a sickle, but Adonis' lance perfectly disarms it and he chokes the boy under water, getting a perfectly packaged meal fit to last the upcoming weeks.
A feast isn't called surprisingly, but the swirling sandstorms and erratic ball lightning draws the remaining careers, the boys from Districts 1 and 2 to each other. The battle's bloody, but Adonis stands tall after a long and drawn battle, sporting several scars on his abdomen where the boy sliced him, bleeding heavily from the thighs, and several head wounds add to the substantial bleeding, but he's in a better state than Draco, and he manages to smirk as the camera just before the hovercraft takes him away.
"And that is why you'll be one of my favorite victors in one of my favorite arenas," Ponicherry says as the reel ends. "I am so glad that we ended on such a noble, stong, and might I add, deliciously sexy young man for a victor. Tell me, did you ever believe you wouldn't make it?" she asks.
Adonis scoffs like he was told. "No, not at all, confidence is why I'm out of the arena in the first place, and I didn't underestimate any of my opponents. I didn't want the same fate which happened to Apollo several years back to happen to me. And besides, I had a lovely audience like you to come back to."
There are several more questions of course, mere formalities, and Adonis lifts up his shirt to trace the scar he received in his boldest battle against the boy from District 9, much to the pleasure of his fans. Leif in the background smiles, despite knowing the deal that'll come about during the victory tour, and soon, Coriolanus Snow, substituting in for President Hail this night, places the crown on Adonis' spiked blond hair.
"THANK YOU PANEM, IT'S BEEN AN HONOR SERVING YOU. UNTIL NEXT TIME, I'M PERRINE PONICHERRY, AND THIS WAS THE VICTORY INTERVIEW!" she signs off right now. The audience begins to congregate about the new victor as the cameras turned off, but the older mentor turned them away tiredly. Adonis really needed his rest, it would be a long train ride home. "So, Snow, first priority on the victor's market for me, right?"
"Yes, Perrine, you can have any victor you want, it's our deal, remember?"
"And I want him, his torso, his cheek, everything about him on me, handling me like a real man would, what's your father's price?"
"Unfortunately my father has also taken ill, but he did leave an issue saying that the betting for Adonis will start at 25000 dollars. I think I can get you him for 18000, that's the lowest I can go."
"I'll still be protected if word gets out, after all, I am endorsing you for the presidency, once Hail dies, right?"
"But of course, which is why a paltry 18000 dollars is acceptable."
"I want him the first day he comes back next year, 20000 dollars, five hours, and I'm taking it back if he's less than five."
"Alright Ms. Ponicherry, I just hope your career in stupid Hunger Games smut fanfiction goes well. Sign me up for the first month of stories."
Hey guys, hopps here
WOW I had a major writer's block dealing with Adonis. Ponicherry centered was the only style that ended up working for me, and I hope you guys appreciate Adonis like that.
I also hope you enjoy Snow and Ponicherry's quick conversation. I know it may be a bit OOC for Snow, but he's younger here, and he can have his interests. And we get to see just how much power Snow has already. He'll rise in the 30's which is next CHAPTER! I hope you guys are ready for two canon victors and political struggles and heart-wrenching moments. And I hope that I can keep that promise
Hopping out
Hopps
P.S. coming up next, an outlier victory, first of the District's kind, nonetheless, and someone I'm kind of worried about
P.P.S, maybe I should de-fictionalize some of Ponicherry's smut fictions? Just for fun
