Hi guys, sorry this is so late! It's been written for a day now, but my Internet stopped working, so I had to wait until today to post it. This is Caesar Flickerman's drabble, and while it's a bit short, I like it. He seemed like a pretty interesting character to me, like there was more going on with him than what met the eye. After this is Haymitch, then...Prim, probably, or Madge. I also want to do Mrs. Everdeen, Mr. Mellark, and Peeta's brothers. If you guys have any preference for the order, just say it in your review! Anyway, no one got the 'not this, not this' thing, but I honestly would have been surprised if you did. I learned about it my religion class. It's a Hindu chant that's used to understand the concept of Brahman, which is basically...reality, I guess. If you want to know more about it, I can explain it to you in better detail in a PM, I just don't want to drag this AN out too much longer. I also want to ask you guys a question, just for my personal curiosity: Are you Team Peeta or Team Gale, and why? Thank you for all your great reviews, they're really awesome to get!
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I have seen literally over a thousand kids walk across this stage. I have seen the ruthless killers, the sly plotters. I have seen the dazzling beauties and the wily underdogs. I have seen them all, and frankly, they don't interest me any more. I've seen hundreds just like them before, and I will see many, many more.
But this girl from District 12…this is something I haven't seen in a while. Attractive in a dark, striking way, looking physically strong but not ripped with muscles, and possessing some sort of dormant, underlying strength. Even her name is fairly original. Katniss.
Interesting.
She's not a natural charmer or slick with words, like some of the other contestants, but when she speaks, she has something appealing about her, a quality that makes you want to help her. She does require some prompting, but all of them do. At least, the ones who haven't spent their whole lives preparing for this.
Again in her interview, for a brief moment, I glimpse the power I sensed in her, that deadly, determined will to live. And when her buzzer goes off, and she walks back across the stage to her seat, I feel, strangely, relief.
Because for every hard-eyed killer and supple-bodied seductress that walks across this stage, there's also a terrified, helpless child, knowing that they will soon be dead. And every time I see one of these children, year after year after year, I have to joke with them and pretend like they actually have a chance, like they might live to see their next birthday. But none of them ever do. None of the tributes who are still human inside ever see me again, after this one interview.
And for once, with her, I feel like I might see her alive again.