The Finest Folk // Mace's Candidate Speech
Jun 5, 2017 12:58:00 GMT -5
Post by admin kay on Jun 5, 2017 12:58:00 GMT -5
[googlefont="Great Vibes:400"]a note from the desk of
Mace Emberstatt
when you never thought that it could ever get this tough,of District Ten
that's when you feel my kind of love
"Uh, Hi."
Mace glanced down at Regalia's carefully written speech notes. Howdy, friends, sounded perfectly fine when she said it, but when he had it just sounded like a hick trying to be a city boy. They'd stayed up half the night, writing and rewriting and it still all stuck in his jaw like the bitter cold he'd swallowed, all those years ago.
The microphone sang, protesting the long pause.
"Y'all know I ain't any good at this." Behind him, Regalia sighed noisily.
"Time was, I'd never have expected to be up here. I spent my youth ranchin', way up at the northern edge of the district. When I was about fifteen or so I was out herdin' our cattle all by my lonesome. We ranged far out, real close to the fence. It rained for days. I think some of y'all remember that spring. It rained so much the ground got soft and I found myself atop my old stud, stuck in mud so thick it was like cement. I couldn't leave my old horse. Wasn't like we could afford to replace him and he was the only creature for miles with a brain between his ears. I slept on top of him and the next morning woke to sunshine. But we was still stuck and I'd run low of food and the herd was gettin' ready to move on. Then, like a rainbow, I saw him."
"He came chargin' through the herd, driving his stallion. I didn't know him but he helped drag that stud right out of the mire. I shook his hand and never thought to ask his name. Wasn't til years later, when I was right here, tryin' to figure out what it meant to be reaped, when I finally put two and two together. I ain't never thanked Marlboro McFadden for that day and I guess now I won't ever get to."
Mace paused and crumpled up the notes from his sister. "But that's what we do here in Ten. We take care of each other. Through the flood and the drought, through reapings and inspections. We got the finest folk in all of Panem livin' here, and I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure y'all are taken care of the way you should be. I know we gotta keep our orphanages well supplied, but we gotta fortify our families, too. Adults need help just as much as children sometimes. And we've got to work on our roads so that the farmers on the outer edges of the district can get to the center lickedy split. We need them to keep our markets goin'."
"We got good, hard workin' people here. I'd like to represent District Ten, best as I can, to do my part to keep our home strong and prosperous. Thank y'all for listenin'. Y'all have a good day now."
Mace glanced down at Regalia's carefully written speech notes. Howdy, friends, sounded perfectly fine when she said it, but when he had it just sounded like a hick trying to be a city boy. They'd stayed up half the night, writing and rewriting and it still all stuck in his jaw like the bitter cold he'd swallowed, all those years ago.
The microphone sang, protesting the long pause.
"Y'all know I ain't any good at this." Behind him, Regalia sighed noisily.
"Time was, I'd never have expected to be up here. I spent my youth ranchin', way up at the northern edge of the district. When I was about fifteen or so I was out herdin' our cattle all by my lonesome. We ranged far out, real close to the fence. It rained for days. I think some of y'all remember that spring. It rained so much the ground got soft and I found myself atop my old stud, stuck in mud so thick it was like cement. I couldn't leave my old horse. Wasn't like we could afford to replace him and he was the only creature for miles with a brain between his ears. I slept on top of him and the next morning woke to sunshine. But we was still stuck and I'd run low of food and the herd was gettin' ready to move on. Then, like a rainbow, I saw him."
"He came chargin' through the herd, driving his stallion. I didn't know him but he helped drag that stud right out of the mire. I shook his hand and never thought to ask his name. Wasn't til years later, when I was right here, tryin' to figure out what it meant to be reaped, when I finally put two and two together. I ain't never thanked Marlboro McFadden for that day and I guess now I won't ever get to."
Mace paused and crumpled up the notes from his sister. "But that's what we do here in Ten. We take care of each other. Through the flood and the drought, through reapings and inspections. We got the finest folk in all of Panem livin' here, and I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure y'all are taken care of the way you should be. I know we gotta keep our orphanages well supplied, but we gotta fortify our families, too. Adults need help just as much as children sometimes. And we've got to work on our roads so that the farmers on the outer edges of the district can get to the center lickedy split. We need them to keep our markets goin'."
"We got good, hard workin' people here. I'd like to represent District Ten, best as I can, to do my part to keep our home strong and prosperous. Thank y'all for listenin'. Y'all have a good day now."
