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royalty has {f a l l e n} | rook Aug 26, 2013 20:08:20 GMT -5

Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Aug 26, 2013 20:08:20 GMT -5

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I still didn't know why in the hell I had been asked to come here, neither of District Nine's tributes had made the final eight. One of them had even been the very first casualty. The other went up in flames, literally, early on in the games as well. It was sad, sure, but tributes like these were the reason District Nine was one of the last ones people thought of when it came to the games. Standing in the large room, decorated generously with diamonds and gold, almost like the stuff was grass in a forest, I watched as the mayor's from One, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, and Twelve were congratulated by gamemakers and Capitol officials while I stood aside with the other mayors, admittedly jealous, with my arms crossed and my foot stomping on the floor.

I was disgusted at my luck as of late. It really was a pity. Tributes that failed to make a splash, Nightlocke, my main body guard, had been sent away to the Detention Center to deal with pesky district residents that tried to escape the clutches of their home unsuccessfully. Not that I needed him, or anything, there were plenty of peacekeepers dying to keep me safe, but I liked having him around all the time. I guessed having a constant was nice in the crazy life I lived. I tossed a few strands of ebony over my shoulder, and tried to keep my gaze on the others, who were trying just as desperately as I was to avoid the fact that our tributes had done the poorest job this year until it was announced that the meeting was adjourned.

An elder face, one that had seen many more reapings than me, and one that currently wore an expression of pride met my envious gaze, and I quickly changed it to one of hospitality. Mayor of District Three, none other than- "Vector Concat!" My words were laced with the sugary tone that was appropriate, especially in Capitol Affairs. One of his tributes had made it to the top eight, the boy, I believed. I couldn't seem to remember the girl, so I assumed she perished early on, perhaps in the bloodbath, like that dreadful Jay boy. That family seemed o plague my streets now, dozens of them ruining my district's name. I wouldn't have been surprised if another one of them was reaped eventually, and I wouldn't have been surprised when they perished. I could never say that out loud, of course. I was supposed to be the leader of my district, always hoping for the best, and promising a better tomorrow.

Vector Concat must have known he had it a lot easier than me. Just a few games ago one of his district's tributes had won the games. Now, only a short time later, and he had another contender so close to winning he could probably already see those happy faces when the food crates arrived. His tribute wasn't one of the most talked about, however, and I guessed his time would soon be up in that arena. Pity. I guessed it was good that my tributes died early on, that way I at least wasn't filled with the false hope of their return, and in that, temporary fame and fortune to my district and me. I had barely even had time to think of such things before Akasha's cannon ended any chance of them actually happening.

Eventually.

Eventually I would share Vector's luck, and my District would produce a victor. I knew that it would happen some time, but when? How much time had to pass- how many games until my district got what it rightfully deserved? I just hoped it was sooner, rather than later. A thick nose and full lips twisted into a smile from the man as he turned to me. "Lovely to see you again," My words were even and fair, and not true at all. Perhaps, if I stood where he stood, things would have felt different, but until that moment happened, I realized I was never going to like the man, even if he was polite and genuine. I took a quick glance at my gown, simple and elegant. Off white, like a dated wedding dress, and form fitting, and silky against my skin. My hair was loose around my shoulders, chocolate strands far too straight for their own good, and constantly finding their way onto my face. I flashed a quick, confident smile to the man, who mimicked my actions. Be nice. I reminded myself, almost as if I wasn't sure I already knew what to do.

come on skinny love just last the year
pour a little salt, you were never here
tell my love to wreck it all
cut out all the ropes and
let me fall

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royalty has {f a l l e n} | rook Aug 29, 2013 4:56:54 GMT -5

Post by rook on Aug 29, 2013 4:56:54 GMT -5

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These are prosperous times for District Three. Welfare is on a high and the gang warfare down in the slums has been cut to a minimum. These is more than enough food to feed everyone and very few people are starving. The only person I have to thank for this is President Snow, who has given my District a wealth of supplies following Klaus Goravich's famous victory on that sunken ship. Of course, I have to thank Klaus too, because without him I would still be in a crisis, and I have done. Yet none of this would have been at all possible without President Snow's... Generosity. Yes, that's the word.

It pains me to be beckoned to the Capitol, but it is to be expected of me as a Mayor and it's not all bad - The food, for example, is delicious. It's just difficult for me to be away from my children for so long, and these meetings can last weeks or even months, with us Mayors staying in top-end accommodation whilst we wait for the next call to the boardroom. Still, as nice as the furniture is in my apartment, and how impressive all the technology is (believe me I am a man to respect technology), I would still rather sleep in my own bed back in Three. Despite being welcome here in the Capitol, there's an opinion you develop of it as a kid that stays with you for your whole life. I sure haven't forgotten the seven Reaping days where I was made to sit and wait and hope that my name wasn't drawn. I still haven't forgotten that my children's names are in the same pot today. I can't shake the impression that this is a bad place, no matter how amazing it looks.

Today I dress for the Capitol, albeit more simple than the extravagance I see walking around me. My finest suit fits perfectly on my shoulders and even makes my bulging figure more slim. It is a very dark blue, almost black, but you can see the hints of navy shining off it's edges. Like the night's sky. A similar coloured waistcoat covers a light blue shirt and a marine-blue tie. A golden fobwatch is chained to the inside of my jacket. It ticks half a second too slow, and it shows the wrong time, but I don't care. It's not there to tell me the time.

"Vector Concat!" The mention of my name makes me look up from the pavement. Immediately I put on my Capitol smile, but when I see that it is just Talon, I relax a little. She, like me, has only been in office for a short while. Last time I met her informally was just after we had both been elected, so it was all smiles and grins. Today it's different. She seems tired, and she doesn't have that looming Peacekeeper with her. What was the name? I can't recall, but I can picture berries in my head. She hasn't done so well these Games, with her Tributes perishing early, but then I haven't done too well either. Drace had finished 7th, which was disappointing considering he had the potential to win it. How nice it would have been to have another Victor.

"Miss Irvene." I nod my head with a smile, glancing at the watch on my wrist - The watch that works. I have time. I don't have to be at the Gamemaker Headquarters for another hour or two (They're showing me the advances in Muttation development). Talon wears a white dress that is professional and still stylish. I wish I had the figure to wear nicer clothes, not that I want to wear dresses, but it would be nice to wear less layers without my gut bulging out.

"Lovely to see you again." She says with a false grin. I have my doubts as to whether Talon actually trusts anyone. She always eyes people like a hawk eyes a vole, she folds her arms a lot, and she is seldom seen without her bodyguard, who shadows her everywhere she goes. Not today though. There is enough of a Peacekeeper presence about the place for anyone to feel secure. Besides, there's never any trouble in the Capitol.
"And to you," I beckon a nearby table, "Shall we?"

I sit down and wait for her to do the same. Truth be told, these Games have been hard on us both, and I assume she, like me, can't wait for the next Games. The Quell. I wonder what wonderful twist will be injected into the already thrilling formula. Hopefully one that will benefit my two tributes. Klaus was a while back, and we need more supplies if I am to maintain this level of prosperity within three. I look into Talon's eyes and sigh. It's not something I want to do, but something I probably should. I take out the broken fob watch and place it on the table in front of me, pushing it towards her.

sail on
the skyway
sail off
as the sun

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