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Aug 22, 2015 18:09:15 GMT -5
Post by ∂αмєη on Aug 22, 2015 18:09:15 GMT -5
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DEMETER LEGUME
[/presto]He could remember feeling that dread that always came up when his eyes followed along with what was happening on the screens. Twice in two consecutive years. That feeling of knowing everything was so close and yet knowing how easily all of it could be taken away. All it takes is one wrong move and everything comes crumbling down. Demeter had never cared much for the Games; the idea of forcing children into such a scenario was appalling to him, but he never wished to question it to his higher-ups. The world functioned the way it was now, even if things weren't as wonderful for the people in the lower Districts like his home of Eleven. Change may have brought about something worse than they already had, a thought that frightened Demeter.
And yet he watched the Games with interest as he saw the young Katelyn Persimmon make her way through countless obstacles to find herself in the finale. It was always a big spectacle when it occurred, especially for the Districts of the tributes. Families and friends would watch with the hopes that their loved one would return home as unscathed as possible. And yet it looked as if things wouldn't work out for Katelyn as her opponent, Margaret, landed numerous blows that seemed to leave quite the mark. But everything slowed as Katelyn landed a final blow. District Eleven would have a victor. Finally, after countless years, they would have somebody return home.
And then they did it again, as if Katelyn wasn't enough. Demeter watched the finale with a passion he had never known before, rooting for the young man to come back home. There was already a taste of victory, a taste of something to be proud of, a sense of having achieved what would seem impossible. The District, too, would benefit from the success of the young boy. But in that moment, Demeter felt like he was from the Capitol. He was far too interested in the life and death of children. It disgusted him. Turning off the television, he dropped his head into his hands. And yet that didn't stop Kirito Miristioma from felling Wyatt O'Connor. District Eleven was successful once more. They weren't just a poor District that suffered through their days. They were winners. They were victors. It was everything Demeter could want as a mayor.
He would look good in front of the people, not that he really cared much for that. Surely it would be believed that he was worth keeping around if they continuously managed to have success in the Games. He had nothing to do with it. Nothing whatsoever. And yet it would work out in his favour. Too much of an opportunist, Demeter let that settle in without many qualms. What mattered most to him was that the District would be happy for a short while. The troubles of their lives would certainly seem to fade away as they realized that they had had success through one of their young. Kirito was a step in the right direction for Eleven. He was what the people wanted. Whether the citizens hated the Games or not, Victors were almost always respected and revered. Katelyn and Kirito would be facing that soon enough. They'd need to be ready.
Demeter wished to speak with the latest winner. That was his request to the Keepers that normally stood outside his office door. One had marched off with purpose, surely looking to locate the boy with an invitation to speak with the mayor. The District and Demeter had a good relationship. He was kind. He wasn't a tyrant like the people from the Capitol. He kept things as realistic and tolerable as possible given what he had at his disposal. It was a tough job but he managed it the best he could and that showed. With the respect he was given, he simply returned it back to each and every person he dealt with. With Kirito, he wanted to offer that same level of respect. He had lost a brother to the Games. He knew the pain that people would be dealing with. But District Eleven had had success. And it came with Kirito.
The Mayor had to make the Victor comfortable. He had to offer his help. His respect. His services. You are the reason why the District isn't in shambles, Mr. Miristioma. Allow me to repay the favour. He stood by the desk, facing out the window that looked out into a long stretch of grain fields, and waited for the arrival of District Eleven's newest success.
And yet he watched the Games with interest as he saw the young Katelyn Persimmon make her way through countless obstacles to find herself in the finale. It was always a big spectacle when it occurred, especially for the Districts of the tributes. Families and friends would watch with the hopes that their loved one would return home as unscathed as possible. And yet it looked as if things wouldn't work out for Katelyn as her opponent, Margaret, landed numerous blows that seemed to leave quite the mark. But everything slowed as Katelyn landed a final blow. District Eleven would have a victor. Finally, after countless years, they would have somebody return home.
And then they did it again, as if Katelyn wasn't enough. Demeter watched the finale with a passion he had never known before, rooting for the young man to come back home. There was already a taste of victory, a taste of something to be proud of, a sense of having achieved what would seem impossible. The District, too, would benefit from the success of the young boy. But in that moment, Demeter felt like he was from the Capitol. He was far too interested in the life and death of children. It disgusted him. Turning off the television, he dropped his head into his hands. And yet that didn't stop Kirito Miristioma from felling Wyatt O'Connor. District Eleven was successful once more. They weren't just a poor District that suffered through their days. They were winners. They were victors. It was everything Demeter could want as a mayor.
He would look good in front of the people, not that he really cared much for that. Surely it would be believed that he was worth keeping around if they continuously managed to have success in the Games. He had nothing to do with it. Nothing whatsoever. And yet it would work out in his favour. Too much of an opportunist, Demeter let that settle in without many qualms. What mattered most to him was that the District would be happy for a short while. The troubles of their lives would certainly seem to fade away as they realized that they had had success through one of their young. Kirito was a step in the right direction for Eleven. He was what the people wanted. Whether the citizens hated the Games or not, Victors were almost always respected and revered. Katelyn and Kirito would be facing that soon enough. They'd need to be ready.
Demeter wished to speak with the latest winner. That was his request to the Keepers that normally stood outside his office door. One had marched off with purpose, surely looking to locate the boy with an invitation to speak with the mayor. The District and Demeter had a good relationship. He was kind. He wasn't a tyrant like the people from the Capitol. He kept things as realistic and tolerable as possible given what he had at his disposal. It was a tough job but he managed it the best he could and that showed. With the respect he was given, he simply returned it back to each and every person he dealt with. With Kirito, he wanted to offer that same level of respect. He had lost a brother to the Games. He knew the pain that people would be dealing with. But District Eleven had had success. And it came with Kirito.
The Mayor had to make the Victor comfortable. He had to offer his help. His respect. His services. You are the reason why the District isn't in shambles, Mr. Miristioma. Allow me to repay the favour. He stood by the desk, facing out the window that looked out into a long stretch of grain fields, and waited for the arrival of District Eleven's newest success.
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