blood threads | azzaro-novara lore
Mar 20, 2024 23:35:45 GMT -5
Post by mat on Mar 20, 2024 23:35:45 GMT -5
hii! i am simply using the space to fill in retro lore for my Retro GM, Jovis, and his family/offspring!! don't mind me, or do idk.
time: the day after the ninth hunger games
after the travesty and perception of the 9th game's "failures," co-head gamemaker jovis azzaro was ordered to leave the capitol on the next train out to district two.
after the travesty and perception of the 9th game's "failures," co-head gamemaker jovis azzaro was ordered to leave the capitol on the next train out to district two.
J O V I S.
How gracious of the Capitol grunts to give Jovis the first train out of the city. They hurried him along the outskirts of his home and drove him by truck to the station where a train waited to depart to District Two after unloading one of the district's shipments. Hell, there weren't even steps to climb onto the train. Just so courteous of them, really, after his actions, and Tegan's, created the most thrilling Hunger Games yet.
"If there's not so much as a bolted-down chair in this damn thing, I swear–" one of the Peacekeepers that escorted him to the train station pushed him through and turned on the light to the train. It was clear that the three of them that brought him to this point were running on fumes and had no time for his antics. Jovis complied, he knew not to poke a bear when it was sleeping, or at all.
The car was better than he expected it to be. It was run down and untidy, like the trains the tributes arrived in days ago, but it was stable. He half expected to be treated like cattle from the way the Capitol's executives shoved him out. Jovis grabbed his bags and set them in the corner of the car and sat in the booth at the back. He set his glasses on the table as the train began to move, the sudden jolt in force waking him up. He wiped the exhaustion from underneath his eyes as the city he knew as home faded and a world of the unknown took its place. Wilderness. Perhaps, if he knew how to survive out there, he might have jumped out, but some civilization was better than none. Jovis thrived off of order, and the woods were chaos.
Jovis missed his wife and kids. The executives promised that they would not be punished, but how could he believe them after they threw him away in what could be the same set of train cars as District Two's coffins? The thought of his son growing up without a father sickened him, one bloodied thorn passed down to another. He was just a boy when his father went to fight against the Rebellion. Every milestone? Missed. Every time he needed a father's words and guidance? Jovis slid into his chair, unable to think of the last time he heard his father's voice. What would he say now?
Family is everything, he thought, eyes closed to try and imagine the firm words coming from his father's mouth. You are doing this to protect them. In the Azzaro household, the family was an immovable pillar and foundation for everything Jovis knew. He found truth in those words. Even if his stomach turned at the thought of his wife raising their son on her own, his sacrifice made having a son to raise possible.
For the first time in years, Jovis prayed. His family was devoted to their religion, but he pretended for the most part. His thoughts raced constantly with ideas, and it was hard to pray in earnest without a certain level of stillness around him. The prison, the games, the pursuit of revenge… it made that impossible. But he had his revenge. Jovis had his Games and walked out satisfied, even if others believed he had failed. He prayed to god that he might protect him in District Two, and that he might have some peace. Happiness, if he's lucky. Closure.
Hours later, the train stopped and the conductor dragged the door open from the outside. "This is your stop, friend." He was kind. Thank God, someone was! Jovis grabbed his bags and squeezed through the door. "I appreciate it. The ride. Any idea where the nearest hotel is in this place?"
The conductor laughed, patting him on the back as if he heard the most innocent words. "Well, friend, I don't think Two has "hotels." Motels, maybe, or inns connected to the bars if you're lucky." The man leaned in to whisper. "Some advice? Keep to yourself. I get nasty looks just unloading here. I don't know if they'll take kindly to someone of your… reputation… entering their district."
"Thanks, but I think I'll make it out okay." On principle, his people skills were strong. He had confidence in himself.
"You got it. The tavern down on Seventh is pretty friendly to the Capitol cause, though. Just keep that in mind."
"Right. Thank you."
Jovis arrived at the tavern on Seventh with broken glasses, a bruising eye, bloodied nose, and only one of his three bags. The conductor was right. District Two was not pleased to have a Gamemaker in town. "A room, please?"