Fandom 2
[Title] Thinking Up a Good Story
[Fandom] Battle Royale/Hunger Games
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] Chisato probably doesn't have a hope of winning, but maybe Shinji does?
I can't think. I'm hiding in the bathroom - not that that's a bad thing - even though it's on a train it's the fanciest bathroom I've ever been in, all white and gold and nice smells - and maybe if I just, if I just try and -
Actually I know what it is, I feel like if I think the wrong things then everyone will know and laugh at me - like everyone's been staring since Kamon read my name out - and I was just standing there like oh thank you, thank you, I'm safe like I am every year before I realised this year I wasn't safe at all -
Ugh, I'm crying again, this is so pathetic -
Okay. No. Not crying. Or, not crying much. Only crying a bit. Think, Chisato, come on.
(Not about Mum and Dad crying, not about saying goodbye, not about Eiichi going on about how he should've volunteered, he kept saying he was so sorry because he was nineteen and he should've said something anyway, should've tried and what did he expect me to do, forgive him for it?)
No no no. Not about stuff that's happened. What's going to happen. I mean I know probably the answer is I'm going to die but - but girls have won before -
Oh ha ha, sure, like I can just pick up a sword and, and hack people to bits - like I can hunt for food and, and camouflage myself and be a winner -
Face it. We all know who the District Three winner is going to be. Mimura is smart and can run fast and can build anything out of stuff he's pinched and everyone likes him, all the girls like him, even now I still have the biggest crush on him which is so stupid, he'd never even look at me, but he just, I could look at him for ever...
It's funny, though. I thought everyone would figure we actually had a shot at winning this year if Mimura was one of our tributes - and I reckon a lot of people did, people didn't look half as pitying as they did when my name got read out - but when we got on the train Kawada just looked us up and down like Mimura was as pathetic as me. Of course Kawada would know how difficult it is to actually win. (I can't stop thinking about his Games, him with the sword and just hunting people, like that girl running down the stairwell and him just catching up with her and okay I can't keep doing this or I'm going to throw up.)
He said to us, later, he said probably our only hope was to get good sponsors. Mimura said, Yeah? Got any tips? and Kawada just shrugged and said we were asking the wrong guy. Which is true. He didn't win because everyone liked him, he won because he was really good at killing people. (And he got lucky. They didn't have a too-horrible arena that year. Well. No. They didn't have fireballs or tidal waves or anything and so everyone got killed by each other instead.)
Kawada just said that I was run-of-the-mill, there's a terrified girl every year, and - okay, this was quite funny actually, he said how Mimura's charm wasn't going to stand up to people favouring the Careers, 'cause the Careers are good at everything, and then he carried on how the Gamemakers would probably track down interviews with all Mimura's exes and paint him as this... total love rat. Mimura looked kind of puzzled and asked how they'd know and Kawada rolled his eyes and says, Everyone knows about your exes. I know about your exes.
Which is why the crush thing is so incredibly stupid.
Mimura was trying to cheer me up, later. He said, Kawada basically meant we've got to tell 'em a good story. Know any good stories? Of course I was still freaking out, both over how I'm going to get killed and how oh my gosh Shinji Mimura is talking to me and he's so close I can feel his body heat. So I just shook my head.
But he's right, though. If I could turn myself into, like, the heroine of the story, then... well, it'd certainly help. If I had someone waiting for me back home. Or I was really good at something that looks lovely onscreen. Or I just was someone that everyone thinks there's more to when they look at her. But I'm not. I know I'm not. I'm just wimpy and freckled and shorter than some of the twelve-year-olds and I can't stop crying for even a minute. So I guess I should just. I should just. I should just figure I'm going to die and be okay with it.
But I'm not.
I'm thinking how if anyone could get us both out of this, it would be Mimura.
I'm thinking how no one can like him as much as I do and so maybe, maybe this will turn out to be something that isn't as awful as it looks.
Which is the stupidest stupidest stuff ever. So I'm not going to think about it. I'm going to wash my face and stop hiding in the bathroom and pray that the odds might be in my favour at least a bit, enough to have me die before I even know it's happened.
[Fandom] Battle Royale/Hunger Games
[Rating] PG
[Notes/Summary] Chisato probably doesn't have a hope of winning, but maybe Shinji does?
I can't think. I'm hiding in the bathroom - not that that's a bad thing - even though it's on a train it's the fanciest bathroom I've ever been in, all white and gold and nice smells - and maybe if I just, if I just try and -
Actually I know what it is, I feel like if I think the wrong things then everyone will know and laugh at me - like everyone's been staring since Kamon read my name out - and I was just standing there like oh thank you, thank you, I'm safe like I am every year before I realised this year I wasn't safe at all -
Ugh, I'm crying again, this is so pathetic -
Okay. No. Not crying. Or, not crying much. Only crying a bit. Think, Chisato, come on.
(Not about Mum and Dad crying, not about saying goodbye, not about Eiichi going on about how he should've volunteered, he kept saying he was so sorry because he was nineteen and he should've said something anyway, should've tried and what did he expect me to do, forgive him for it?)
No no no. Not about stuff that's happened. What's going to happen. I mean I know probably the answer is I'm going to die but - but girls have won before -
Oh ha ha, sure, like I can just pick up a sword and, and hack people to bits - like I can hunt for food and, and camouflage myself and be a winner -
Face it. We all know who the District Three winner is going to be. Mimura is smart and can run fast and can build anything out of stuff he's pinched and everyone likes him, all the girls like him, even now I still have the biggest crush on him which is so stupid, he'd never even look at me, but he just, I could look at him for ever...
It's funny, though. I thought everyone would figure we actually had a shot at winning this year if Mimura was one of our tributes - and I reckon a lot of people did, people didn't look half as pitying as they did when my name got read out - but when we got on the train Kawada just looked us up and down like Mimura was as pathetic as me. Of course Kawada would know how difficult it is to actually win. (I can't stop thinking about his Games, him with the sword and just hunting people, like that girl running down the stairwell and him just catching up with her and okay I can't keep doing this or I'm going to throw up.)
He said to us, later, he said probably our only hope was to get good sponsors. Mimura said, Yeah? Got any tips? and Kawada just shrugged and said we were asking the wrong guy. Which is true. He didn't win because everyone liked him, he won because he was really good at killing people. (And he got lucky. They didn't have a too-horrible arena that year. Well. No. They didn't have fireballs or tidal waves or anything and so everyone got killed by each other instead.)
Kawada just said that I was run-of-the-mill, there's a terrified girl every year, and - okay, this was quite funny actually, he said how Mimura's charm wasn't going to stand up to people favouring the Careers, 'cause the Careers are good at everything, and then he carried on how the Gamemakers would probably track down interviews with all Mimura's exes and paint him as this... total love rat. Mimura looked kind of puzzled and asked how they'd know and Kawada rolled his eyes and says, Everyone knows about your exes. I know about your exes.
Which is why the crush thing is so incredibly stupid.
Mimura was trying to cheer me up, later. He said, Kawada basically meant we've got to tell 'em a good story. Know any good stories? Of course I was still freaking out, both over how I'm going to get killed and how oh my gosh Shinji Mimura is talking to me and he's so close I can feel his body heat. So I just shook my head.
But he's right, though. If I could turn myself into, like, the heroine of the story, then... well, it'd certainly help. If I had someone waiting for me back home. Or I was really good at something that looks lovely onscreen. Or I just was someone that everyone thinks there's more to when they look at her. But I'm not. I know I'm not. I'm just wimpy and freckled and shorter than some of the twelve-year-olds and I can't stop crying for even a minute. So I guess I should just. I should just. I should just figure I'm going to die and be okay with it.
But I'm not.
I'm thinking how if anyone could get us both out of this, it would be Mimura.
I'm thinking how no one can like him as much as I do and so maybe, maybe this will turn out to be something that isn't as awful as it looks.
Which is the stupidest stupidest stuff ever. So I'm not going to think about it. I'm going to wash my face and stop hiding in the bathroom and pray that the odds might be in my favour at least a bit, enough to have me die before I even know it's happened.