75 Victors

by LadyCordeliaStuart

I wrote a fic about the 23rd Games, and that spiraled into a little universe with 22 Victors I had to make up. This will give them backstories I can draw on for future appearances. I'll be adding more Victors as more come from my SYOTs. Canon Victors will get a little something, but I don't want to mess with them, since neither I nor my readers made them up, so they'll be shorter.

35. Bambi Kirkland

Bambi Kirkland, District Ten (18)

Only happy endings in my books. No books where children die and people are scared. There's enough of that in the real world. My books are filled with friendships that last forever and problems always get solved in the end. No dead dogs, no dead mothers, no dead friends. Everyone's happy in my books.

Since the Games, my tastes in books had become much less mature. I liked picture books with pretty drawings and simple stories. I liked fairy tales where brave heroes overcame great odds and saved the one they loved. I liked silly little stories about mundane things like baking cakes or playing by a creek.

My books were set in a faraway world. There were no happy endings in Panem. My books took place in some place with no Hunger Games and where children didn't have to worry about names in a bowl. In my stories the hero didn't carry his friend away from a fire and never know the smoke already took her breath away. There were no hunters waiting to find you in the night and no monsters that dragged you into their lairs and filled your body full of wriggling eggs. Nothing like that happened in the stories I wrote.

Books were the only thing that made Panem worthwhile. I could leave the Games behind and go into any story I wanted. I could forget about what I did and pretend I could still be a hero. Heroes didn't kill children like cattle.

Labyrinth sat next to me whenever I wrote. He peeked over the desk and watched to make sure I didn't get too sad. He must have been able to smell my emotions, because whenever I started writing a sad story and started to feel down, he'd snatch the paper off the table and rip it up. Otherwise, he was perfectly behaved.

It took a long time for me to want to mingle with the rest of Ten. Cornflower wasn't exactly a good example. When I finally went out, I was surprised that everyone liked me. I got a lot of prizes for Ten, but that didn't excuse what I did in the Arena. It seemed like everyone forgot about that part. A lot of them had my books, and lots of the kids wanted me to sign them. It felt good to know reading my stories made people happy. It was good to bring something nice into Panem. There was a lot of bad to balance out. It was going to take a lot of writing.