half eaten advice | hal & ivan

Ivan’s one goal for these games is, something different. It is the ninety-sixth one and sometimes it just feels like a rinse and repeat. From the bloodbath, all the way to the victor that gets crowned at the end. He is not exactly a young Capitolite but even his generation is growing bored of this show, there’s so much better entertainment coming out of Saturn City, he knows – it is where he spent most of his evenings before this whole new serious career change. He can’t wait to get back there, when this is all over.

There are names he has noted in this crop of tributes that he will happily personally book into a crown fitting, fresh faces that will get everyone excited for the games again.

Axe boy isn’t on that list.

District Seven, a lower middle District that got a new victor the games after the last one. A kid too, a new plaything that will last a few years longer than the older ones. They don’t need another, not so soon. Hal knows it, with his question for Ivan.

”Not really – everyone would prefer a career.” Ivan is honest, he shakes his head and takes the final bite of his sandwich.

”Remember this is a television show. I am a director and you’re one of my characters. Everyone has seen enough District Seven’s with axes, carry a sword and maybe you’ll be more than just an extra. Be remembered as Hal Rolaxis rather than District Seven B of the Ninety-Sixth Hunger Games!”

Ivan wipes away some residue of katsu mayonnaise from his lips, he can smell the strong seasoned mayo on the napkin. He extends the napkin under Hal’s nose. ”Smell that! Smells better than whatever you’re about to eat in that hall.”

Dars