~Hayseed ~ Kay/Zoe 69th VT
Apr 22, 2015 0:05:15 GMT -5
Post by charade on Apr 22, 2015 0:05:15 GMT -5
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The first place on the tour was a fellow lower district. And a place Katelyn didn’t particularly want to go to. Ten. Fintemaelon told her that she’d be visiting all the districts in descending order before coming home to a large celebration and that it was tradition to visit the districts in a particular order. Katelyn nodded, but she had hardly been listening. Ten? She had said some rude things about ten to Jordan in front of the cameras. A warm reception was highly unlikely, even though she hadn’t personally killed their tributes, she had helped to kill one of them as well as claiming that ten was no better than the career districts. As well, Ten had two mentors. Saffron Lowe, the most recent quell victor, and Mace Emberstatt, who until recently she had only known as the tall man who followed Saffron around every games.
She didn’t know what they were like, but she knew it was customary for victors to talk to the new one during the tour. As she stared out the window of the train, Katelyn’s only comfort was that the dress they had her in was nowhere near as garish as the one she had worn at the presentation ceremony. It was more reserved. Shades of green and brown to show her district’s industry. At Finte’s request, the food the chef had prepared reflected the district delicacies,and would change every time they reached somewhere new. For ten, it was an array of barbecued meats on a plate with a side of buttermilk biscuits and something called chili con carne.
It was Katelyn’s opinion that district ten didn’t particularly like vegetables.
All too soon, they arrived and Finte went over the speech with her again before they stepped out of the train. The smell was what hit her first. There wasn’t any livestock in eleven, and so she had never experienced the stench of hundreds of animals in pens and ranches so close together. Finte scrunched his nose up and muttered something about degenerates before taking her arm and heading for the district square. As they walked, Katelyn wondered if she should go off-script and say something about the tributes other than what the prompter said. Once on stage, she was introduced and a scattered applause reached her ears. For the most part, she found their faces unreadable, but she was struck by the similarities in their manner of attire to eleven.
On the raised podiums across from her were the people that had to be members of the Fawn and Scoff families, and those were the people she focused on as she read the placard.“Hello, district ten.” she said is a shakier tone than she intended. “I am pleased to be standing here as the victor of the sixty-ninth hunger games. But such a victory could not be achieved without sacrifice. You...” Katelyn gulped nervously. The people in front of her knew damn well that they had lost two tributes. She stuttered, trying to get the rest of the speech out and chastising herself internally. For crying out loud this was the first stop on the tour! If she couldn’t hold it together, how in the hell was she going to speak when faced with a district whose tribute she had killed?
“I-I’m sorry that Fawn and Jordan died.” she said into the microphone quietly, while she wondered how deeply she actually meant those words. Katelyn lingered on the podium for a half a minute before she shot a glance at her escort and he bustled her offstage with a loud proclamation of “Katelyn Persimmon everybody!” It wasn’t until they were inside the justice building that she allowed herself to relax, taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself down. Fawn, she could be sorry for. Jordan, Jordan was more difficult, but she’d have to come up with something quick, because the victors were in the room with her.
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| Katelyn | Persimmon |
The first place on the tour was a fellow lower district. And a place Katelyn didn’t particularly want to go to. Ten. Fintemaelon told her that she’d be visiting all the districts in descending order before coming home to a large celebration and that it was tradition to visit the districts in a particular order. Katelyn nodded, but she had hardly been listening. Ten? She had said some rude things about ten to Jordan in front of the cameras. A warm reception was highly unlikely, even though she hadn’t personally killed their tributes, she had helped to kill one of them as well as claiming that ten was no better than the career districts. As well, Ten had two mentors. Saffron Lowe, the most recent quell victor, and Mace Emberstatt, who until recently she had only known as the tall man who followed Saffron around every games.
She didn’t know what they were like, but she knew it was customary for victors to talk to the new one during the tour. As she stared out the window of the train, Katelyn’s only comfort was that the dress they had her in was nowhere near as garish as the one she had worn at the presentation ceremony. It was more reserved. Shades of green and brown to show her district’s industry. At Finte’s request, the food the chef had prepared reflected the district delicacies,and would change every time they reached somewhere new. For ten, it was an array of barbecued meats on a plate with a side of buttermilk biscuits and something called chili con carne.
It was Katelyn’s opinion that district ten didn’t particularly like vegetables.
All too soon, they arrived and Finte went over the speech with her again before they stepped out of the train. The smell was what hit her first. There wasn’t any livestock in eleven, and so she had never experienced the stench of hundreds of animals in pens and ranches so close together. Finte scrunched his nose up and muttered something about degenerates before taking her arm and heading for the district square. As they walked, Katelyn wondered if she should go off-script and say something about the tributes other than what the prompter said. Once on stage, she was introduced and a scattered applause reached her ears. For the most part, she found their faces unreadable, but she was struck by the similarities in their manner of attire to eleven.
On the raised podiums across from her were the people that had to be members of the Fawn and Scoff families, and those were the people she focused on as she read the placard.“Hello, district ten.” she said is a shakier tone than she intended. “I am pleased to be standing here as the victor of the sixty-ninth hunger games. But such a victory could not be achieved without sacrifice. You...” Katelyn gulped nervously. The people in front of her knew damn well that they had lost two tributes. She stuttered, trying to get the rest of the speech out and chastising herself internally. For crying out loud this was the first stop on the tour! If she couldn’t hold it together, how in the hell was she going to speak when faced with a district whose tribute she had killed?
“I-I’m sorry that Fawn and Jordan died.” she said into the microphone quietly, while she wondered how deeply she actually meant those words. Katelyn lingered on the podium for a half a minute before she shot a glance at her escort and he bustled her offstage with a loud proclamation of “Katelyn Persimmon everybody!” It wasn’t until they were inside the justice building that she allowed herself to relax, taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself down. Fawn, she could be sorry for. Jordan, Jordan was more difficult, but she’d have to come up with something quick, because the victors were in the room with her.
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