{CICATRIX. [death!]
Aug 4, 2015 1:44:49 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Aug 4, 2015 1:44:49 GMT -5
m a y o r . d e m e t e r . l e g u m e
A desk sits in the middle of a darkened room, all the future looking far too fancy in comparison to the roughness of outdoors. A man occupies the seat at the desk, hands holding his head up. A paper sat upon the desk of the man, his eyes fixated upon the scribblings of his rough handwriting that decorated the expanse of the page. A name stood stark against the white background, penned out in haste after having found it in the documentation of every citizen. A nickname encompassed the whole personality and character of the citizen, striking fear into many people. A decision had been made already on his course of action with regards to the man whose nickname summarized his name that crossed across the paper that sat upon the desk of the man in the room with the furniture. Demeter Legume was the Mayor of District Eleven and he was prepared to throw everything away in an instant. All for his sister.
She still haunted his memories every night, though it was a memory from many years ago that he tried so desperately to clutch on to. Could she still be alive? Could she still remember him? It was unlikely and yet he fought so hard for that possibility. He tightened his hand around the cool glass, downing the liquid in one sip and feeling it burn down his throat and through his chest. It clattered back on the desk as he placed it down, pushing his chair back and standing up. Everything rushed to him in that instant and he felt dizzy at first. A few moments passed before he stabilized himself and the world righted itself. All was okay in this moment, but Demeter wasn't content with okay. He wanted great. District Eleven needed great. For once in its existence, it needed a tick mark in the win column.
Things were looking up for the Elevens with the Games, though, which brought brief joy in the darkness of his most recent times. Hera was the only thing on his mind lately as he saw the younger children die on the screens that plastered the District. It brought back bad memories. And yet there remained only two the last time Demeter had seen what was occurring on the screen. Kirito was interesting, for sure, but all that mattered was the prospect of a tribute returning back to the District with fame and fortune. That would mean some happiness for the people of Eleven for a time. And yet here I still am.
He headed out the door of his office, a Keeper standing at attention just outside the door. "No need to come with. Stay here, please, Andrew." With a smile, he gave him a sure pat on the shoulder before turning away and travelling down the hall. It was only a few turns and hallways before he arrived in the main lobby of the Justice Building and exited out into the blistering heat of the summer day. The person of interest lived close enough, according to the records, and so Demeter didn't elect to change out of the dress shirt and formal pants he currently wore. His tie was picked up by the wind ever so slightly as he traveled across the square and down a road through the shops. People offered greetings and waves, a group of kids all shouting his name as he passed by. He returned with smiles and waves of his own. It made him feel confident in his ability to manage the District the way he did given the quotas the Capitol demanded. His people liked him. That was a source of happiness for him.
It only took a few minutes to finally arrive in front of the home. He loosened his tie a little bit, letting some air in as he began to feel the heat through his layers. Alright. Here goes nothing. He stepped closer to the door, having already established in his head what he wanted to say. It was a weird proposition, he was aware of that much. The Mayor was currently standing outside the house of a citizen; a citizen that had a reputation that reached the ears of Keepers because of the danger he could cause. And yet Demeter asked for lenience until he had a moment to speak with the young man. That moment had come. Demeter Legume was outside the door of Sebastian Grimme. Outside the door of the man called Reaper. He raised his hand to the door, knocking three times with a confident hand.
I can't believe I'm here for this. I'm going to ask to learn how to fight.
She still haunted his memories every night, though it was a memory from many years ago that he tried so desperately to clutch on to. Could she still be alive? Could she still remember him? It was unlikely and yet he fought so hard for that possibility. He tightened his hand around the cool glass, downing the liquid in one sip and feeling it burn down his throat and through his chest. It clattered back on the desk as he placed it down, pushing his chair back and standing up. Everything rushed to him in that instant and he felt dizzy at first. A few moments passed before he stabilized himself and the world righted itself. All was okay in this moment, but Demeter wasn't content with okay. He wanted great. District Eleven needed great. For once in its existence, it needed a tick mark in the win column.
Things were looking up for the Elevens with the Games, though, which brought brief joy in the darkness of his most recent times. Hera was the only thing on his mind lately as he saw the younger children die on the screens that plastered the District. It brought back bad memories. And yet there remained only two the last time Demeter had seen what was occurring on the screen. Kirito was interesting, for sure, but all that mattered was the prospect of a tribute returning back to the District with fame and fortune. That would mean some happiness for the people of Eleven for a time. And yet here I still am.
He headed out the door of his office, a Keeper standing at attention just outside the door. "No need to come with. Stay here, please, Andrew." With a smile, he gave him a sure pat on the shoulder before turning away and travelling down the hall. It was only a few turns and hallways before he arrived in the main lobby of the Justice Building and exited out into the blistering heat of the summer day. The person of interest lived close enough, according to the records, and so Demeter didn't elect to change out of the dress shirt and formal pants he currently wore. His tie was picked up by the wind ever so slightly as he traveled across the square and down a road through the shops. People offered greetings and waves, a group of kids all shouting his name as he passed by. He returned with smiles and waves of his own. It made him feel confident in his ability to manage the District the way he did given the quotas the Capitol demanded. His people liked him. That was a source of happiness for him.
It only took a few minutes to finally arrive in front of the home. He loosened his tie a little bit, letting some air in as he began to feel the heat through his layers. Alright. Here goes nothing. He stepped closer to the door, having already established in his head what he wanted to say. It was a weird proposition, he was aware of that much. The Mayor was currently standing outside the house of a citizen; a citizen that had a reputation that reached the ears of Keepers because of the danger he could cause. And yet Demeter asked for lenience until he had a moment to speak with the young man. That moment had come. Demeter Legume was outside the door of Sebastian Grimme. Outside the door of the man called Reaper. He raised his hand to the door, knocking three times with a confident hand.
I can't believe I'm here for this. I'm going to ask to learn how to fight.
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