The After-Reaping [atoa, Morgana]
Feb 16, 2011 19:48:55 GMT -5
Post by A Toa's Friend (atoafriend) on Feb 16, 2011 19:48:55 GMT -5
-------Diethelm Wickario [3rd person}, and friends...:
Diethelm sighed with relief like he did any other year. Somebody else was going to package up and ship themselves to the Capitol. Not him. Not me.
Of course, either way he would have near-death experiences: getting killed by some faceless person in the Games, or getting swamped and killed (theoretically, of course) by Fyuori, who had ran up and almost knocked him over with her hug. Diethelm smiled sheepishly as Fyuori rambled on about her relief and Patryck gave him a "buddy pat" on the back. Terry was off by the sidelines with his parents, temporarily celebrating his non-Reaped state-of-being with them. The only presence that was missing was Jayson, who had died in the Bloodbath two years ago. He usually met the rest of them with a feignted kick to their shins (and duck Fyuori's fist to his face), then crack some wise-@$$ joke about the whole situation.
It had happened so fast, none of them had time to take it in all the way. Patryck, who had been friends with Jayson since first grade, had cried. A lot. Like a little girl for her mother (they laughed about it, now). Terry lapsed into some emotionless, depressed state while Diethelm himself was simply dumbfounded and wandered around school with a slighty dazed and detached attitude. He had expected Fyuori to cry -- she was the most emotional of all of them when it came to her little "band of brothers" -- but she didn't shed a tear. She refused to do so, saying that to cry over Jayson's dead body would be an insult to herself, the Districts, and Jayson's soul (wherever it may be). But Diethelm still suspected she might have given in at one point and cried just to help herself pull together.
"Hey guys, treat's on me," Fyuori said excitedly, turning around to walk backwards as to face the rest of the boys. "Coffee vendor right now, then a rock-relay all-nighter!"
"Well, I think the treat should be on me, seeing as my parents own the place," Diethelm said tentatively after a heated "Yes!" from Patryck.
"Oh fine, then. But the all-nighter's still on me!" Fyuori was generous like that. She saved all her hard-earned money just to spoil the rest of them rotten.
"Okay. Make sure you get more of that salad..."
The friends began making their way to the small bookstore/coffee shop hybrid store/cafe after Terry dashed up to join them.
[/justify]Of course, either way he would have near-death experiences: getting killed by some faceless person in the Games, or getting swamped and killed (theoretically, of course) by Fyuori, who had ran up and almost knocked him over with her hug. Diethelm smiled sheepishly as Fyuori rambled on about her relief and Patryck gave him a "buddy pat" on the back. Terry was off by the sidelines with his parents, temporarily celebrating his non-Reaped state-of-being with them. The only presence that was missing was Jayson, who had died in the Bloodbath two years ago. He usually met the rest of them with a feignted kick to their shins (and duck Fyuori's fist to his face), then crack some wise-@$$ joke about the whole situation.
It had happened so fast, none of them had time to take it in all the way. Patryck, who had been friends with Jayson since first grade, had cried. A lot. Like a little girl for her mother (they laughed about it, now). Terry lapsed into some emotionless, depressed state while Diethelm himself was simply dumbfounded and wandered around school with a slighty dazed and detached attitude. He had expected Fyuori to cry -- she was the most emotional of all of them when it came to her little "band of brothers" -- but she didn't shed a tear. She refused to do so, saying that to cry over Jayson's dead body would be an insult to herself, the Districts, and Jayson's soul (wherever it may be). But Diethelm still suspected she might have given in at one point and cried just to help herself pull together.
"Hey guys, treat's on me," Fyuori said excitedly, turning around to walk backwards as to face the rest of the boys. "Coffee vendor right now, then a rock-relay all-nighter!"
"Well, I think the treat should be on me, seeing as my parents own the place," Diethelm said tentatively after a heated "Yes!" from Patryck.
"Oh fine, then. But the all-nighter's still on me!" Fyuori was generous like that. She saved all her hard-earned money just to spoil the rest of them rotten.
"Okay. Make sure you get more of that salad..."
The friends began making their way to the small bookstore/coffee shop hybrid store/cafe after Terry dashed up to join them.
