ollie 🦊 93rd victory tour {t/q}

District Ten has been alright. I just wanted to say "hello" to Elm's folks. Give 'em a thanks for the person they brought into the world. Apologize that I couldn't be there for them. I tried my best to, but as I looked into The words feel hollow by now. Even if I'm reading from the cards; this feels so useless anymore. How have some people been doing it for over forty years? Ten held their bigger party last year with the return of Andal, so I figure my visit wouldn't be as chaotic. They waited just as long as Eight did for a victor to come home; maybe that's a good omen for my stay.

As usual, each stop was one to two days at most. It didn't offer much time to mingle with the district citizens, but somethin' about that damn southern drawl kept me interested. It held charm in a way that allowed the whites of my jaw to relax and bare themselves from time to time. That was probably the one thing I enjoyed overall about the place. Outside of that, my only concern was where is my damn hand food? I want my ribs, my burgers. The shit that gets my hands greasy. That's all I've been thinking about since gettin' in the arena. Tease a dog with a bone, and you'll get him to bark.

Tease me with the gross shit I can buy down the street? Damn, I'd stab an eye out. And I did, you can ask the three who lost theirs to me.

I know I sound ungrateful. Flynn was blowing smoke up my ass the entirety of Six's party about how their chefs were tired of cooking for me. Imagine how tired they must be of listening to you bitch about a dead boyfriend, man. I get that it's new, but this right here? This crown and house I got in eight now? All mine. I'm preventing a housing crisis, anyway. If Johnny won he'd have an empty ass house in Six.

Anyway, they gotta up the dosage for that dude sometime.

Tonight the celebratory event was taking place in some barn. I would get escorted there by some higher-class person, whatever that meant. Raul had already made his way there. Wanted to figure out the best places for me to get publicity shots (which, god, that shit got annoying). I had gotten dressed up in whatever shit Pepper laid out for me and just spent the rest of the time trying to inhale the cigarette I've copped before it's time to go. Someone rattles at the door and I cough on the smoke invading my lungs at the moment. "One sec!" I swallow the last of the glass of water I had sitting on the counter, hoping that whatever shit Raul gave me to put in it worked. He said it got rid of the cigarette taste. If it works, I've gotta give my dude Raul some credit for once. I swing open the door to see a girl. I think she's an Emberstatt. But I don't know - doesn't matter to me. "You here to take me or are ya also mad at me for living?" Either way, it starts to blend together once more.