Easy Enough// Anzie
Dec 22, 2015 1:30:33 GMT -5
Post by charade on Dec 22, 2015 1:30:33 GMT -5
KATELYN PERSIMMON
Leon Krigel sat in the common area looking morose, and Katelyn eyed him curiously. She’d been afraid of him back when she was a tribute, and after winning, she found him detestable, as she did with all careers. For someone to dedicate their life to the chance to go to the arena and kill people was unthinkable. Careers were supposed to be feared, and Katelyn did find them dangerous, but whenever she thought of Mason or Orion she knew that careers were to be pitied. Leon had lost a brother to the games the previous year, and the gamemakers had apparently decided that Nat’s severed head should pop up in this one. It was horrible to think that they had sent the body home without it.
Yet she couldn’t help but think of the games Leon won and the pair of tributes from eleven that had fallen before him. Ingrid. And Opal’s husband. Now,Katelyn was not one to boast nor to kick people when they were down, but that image stuck with her. If Harbinger was Leon’s comeuppance, she wondered when a tribute from district seven would do the same to her and her boys. But she still didn’t know what to say to him. People in eleven often talked about him and none of it was good, his games may have been five years ago, but people remembered their tributes, and they remembered when a victor had killed both of them. She imagined that the careers in four were champing at the bit when it came to Harbinger, as people in seven were wroth that district eleven victors had killed a female tribute from their home three years in a row, and had ended their hope in the finale twice.
Katelyn didn’t think she liked Leon very much.
But she thought she could understand him.
Maybe.
It was highly unlikely that any of the other career victors would be like Opal; she had no hope of that. But that didn’t mean she had to go out of her way to be antagonistic either. Fixing her bandanna around her head and smoothing out a wrinkle in her tank top she strode over to him purposefully and placed her hands on her hips, not knowing what else to do with them. Leon was a pretty-boy, probably the poster child for good looks in four, but his eyes were dead. Katelyn had seen that same stone in several of the other victors. Drained of life. Drained of everything they were before the games. As dead as the twenty-three that hadn’t lived in their place. As dead as the tributes they had buried. He’d be burying two again this year; courtesy of the newest victor. Courtesy of her, if you believed half the stuff Flickerman was spouting.
She’d left Kirito some time ago after the finale end; as she was the eldest victor in eleven it fell to her to fill out the paperwork for the victory tour, and to handle everything pertaining to the fallen. But Harbinger, Harbinger was alive, and she was ready to go home and get away from the Capitol. “I’m…sorry about your tributes,” she said evenly, and she meant it. They had family too. “But I want to make sure you’re not gonna try anything stupid when Harbinger gets back. If you’ve got anything to say you can say it to me.” It was to the point, but Katelyn wasn’t about to take any chances. Harbinger would need time to recover from his ordeal and adjust to his prosthetic. The last thing he needed was a career getting in his face for his actions.
"When you’ve lost your way, when you have no words,
we are your strength, when you don’t have anymore. "
table coding (c) ghosty
