a blessing from above | shelby/nicoli [VT]
May 28, 2017 9:11:07 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on May 28, 2017 9:11:07 GMT -5
N I C O L I
One crease out of line on the left trouser leg…disaster. The family’s steam press has proven itself useless and seven attempts later, I have still yet to get it exactly how I like it. I am just going to have to go out like this – no! A quick rummage in the chest of drawers that uncle ‘salvaged’ from unknown sources, reveals the ideal pair of trousers for the formal event that family insists I attend. Two identical already existing creases through the centre of each leg – perfect.
It wasn’t that long ago, when the whole family dressed in their best clothes, and exited the house shoulder by shoulder- Jenoah’s funeral. A whole year ago, the prodigy cousin hacked to death by the District Ten victor, the true disciple of Ripred. Whatever the reason that forced Ripred to abandon my cousin in that arena, is a puzzle I need solving now. A threat so close to me, there is the possibility that the Rasoio name was the reason for his end. One by one, Ripred may just want us to be plucked off his land, to spend an eternity in a pit of a hellish kind; something so undesirable I cannot imagine it.
For so long, the victors who have stood up on the stage have been those from everywhere but Eight. But here is another of Ripred’s gifts, rather than returning home my cousin he brings a blessing in the form of Shelby Leviane. A District square filled with patriots, hope fills their hearts as alas, we have a winner. This time last year, my eyes had to fixate onto Ansgar Todd, the last face my cousin ever saw.
I escape from the hoard of my family, closer to Justice Building, a perfect position for me to slip in and greet Miss Leviane after her speech.
Moments tick by and her words flood my mind, be them her own or ones manufactured by the one chaperoning her on the tour, they still find meaning within me. Ever since the last cannon sounded in the arena, I felt the atmosphere change in the District, a sense that I have never experienced before.
I get ushered into the queue for the meet and greet, once the new victor departs from the stage. I don’t have much time to share what I must with the girl and I try to rehearse it but the problem is; I have already forgotten my lines.
What does one say to a victor?
I exhale as it’s my turn to accompany the girl, deep breathes, that’s all I remind myself as try to find a calm state as I cannot mess this up.
”What a blessing it is to meet you, Shelby Leviane." I outstretch my right hand, offering it up for a formal greeting. ” I am Nicoli Rasoio, cousin of Jenoah who represented the District in the Seventy-Fourth. It seems Ripred has really granted us with a wonderful gift.” I don’t know whether my smile is forced or genuine, either way it takes over my face.