keeping traditions.— [kassandra/abel]
Sept 26, 2021 13:09:41 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2021 13:09:41 GMT -5
I felt conflicted when it came to Kassandra Nerys. On one hand, Prop didn't like her which made me feel compelled to. But on the other hand, I've heard my dad talk about her before. He felt the same way about her as he felt about our mayor, Vasco. His opinion wasn't positive to say the least. He thought they were both risks to not just the peace of District Eleven, but Panem as well. Kassandra was too wild for her own good, he'd say. She's a victor, not a God and someone needs to put her in her place. I wasn't sure how to feel about that second sentiment.
He's always been big on us kids learning respect. Respecting him, respecting the government, respecting Peacekeepers, and respecting authority. Weren't the victors, especially from a tribute standpoint, an authority? Isn't a mentor automatically above the mentee on the social hierarchy? I decided to avoid Kassandra, both speaking to her and being near her. That way I wouldn't have to worry about the conflict. But the train ride to the Capitol was long, we were bound to be alone together at some point.
And that's exactly what happened.
I was quiet for most of the ride. Observing. Processing. Trying to make sure I stayed calm. I was not going to be one of those kids who cried on the train ride over. My dad would be pissed if he somehow found out about that. I was looking around the train, trying to find something to snack on, when I found Kassandra alone. I knew I couldn't avoid her forever, so I took a deep breath and sucked it up. If I could volunteer for competitions of death, I could talk to some short chick.
"Kassandra, right? You're the one who broke Props leg. Makes sense, you're about leg height on him... do you happen to know where I can get some food? Maybe some wine to go with it, you seem to know where all the booze are no matter where you go from what I hear."
Was I being a bit rude? Maybe. Did she deserve it? Yes, according to my dad at least. I had no room for kindness for traitors like her. Though, I reminded myself not to take it too far. I needed her help. I was going to win this and she was going to help me win this. And for that, she would have to agree to talk to me once we got to the Capitol. I wondered if she met the rest of their family. Or did she think I was a brother to them rather than their cousin? After all, I had their freckles but no red hair.
I knew it was unlikely she'd give me wine, but I had to try. Dad actually let Cain and I drink. I had grown fond of wine, particularly red wine, and Cain preferred whiskey. And from what I've heard, Kassandra prefers anything that gets you drunk. Which for someone her size, was probably anything with the slightest bit of alcohol in it. That reminded me of Prop. They both drank, trying desperately to fight off sobriety. I didn't like being drunk. It makes you vulnerable. Plus, I always get hung over pretty bad when I do get drunk.
He's always been big on us kids learning respect. Respecting him, respecting the government, respecting Peacekeepers, and respecting authority. Weren't the victors, especially from a tribute standpoint, an authority? Isn't a mentor automatically above the mentee on the social hierarchy? I decided to avoid Kassandra, both speaking to her and being near her. That way I wouldn't have to worry about the conflict. But the train ride to the Capitol was long, we were bound to be alone together at some point.
And that's exactly what happened.
I was quiet for most of the ride. Observing. Processing. Trying to make sure I stayed calm. I was not going to be one of those kids who cried on the train ride over. My dad would be pissed if he somehow found out about that. I was looking around the train, trying to find something to snack on, when I found Kassandra alone. I knew I couldn't avoid her forever, so I took a deep breath and sucked it up. If I could volunteer for competitions of death, I could talk to some short chick.
"Kassandra, right? You're the one who broke Props leg. Makes sense, you're about leg height on him... do you happen to know where I can get some food? Maybe some wine to go with it, you seem to know where all the booze are no matter where you go from what I hear."
Was I being a bit rude? Maybe. Did she deserve it? Yes, according to my dad at least. I had no room for kindness for traitors like her. Though, I reminded myself not to take it too far. I needed her help. I was going to win this and she was going to help me win this. And for that, she would have to agree to talk to me once we got to the Capitol. I wondered if she met the rest of their family. Or did she think I was a brother to them rather than their cousin? After all, I had their freckles but no red hair.
I knew it was unlikely she'd give me wine, but I had to try. Dad actually let Cain and I drink. I had grown fond of wine, particularly red wine, and Cain preferred whiskey. And from what I've heard, Kassandra prefers anything that gets you drunk. Which for someone her size, was probably anything with the slightest bit of alcohol in it. That reminded me of Prop. They both drank, trying desperately to fight off sobriety. I didn't like being drunk. It makes you vulnerable. Plus, I always get hung over pretty bad when I do get drunk.
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