here we go again | mayor one-shots [79th]
Jun 5, 2018 14:37:00 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jun 5, 2018 14:37:00 GMT -5
Today is the biggest event of the District but Pierre doesn’t wear his finest clothes. Before he put on the mayor’s coat, he used to be able to pick out his own outfit from his own wardrobe, now there is a long list of limitations.”You can’t wear black during the reaping, it means mourning.”
”Well, they are going to die aren’t they?””Don’t say that out in the public, Pierre!”
Every choice for his day is made by another, he is just glad that he can pass on the speech job to the escort today. Never would he have signed up for the role, if the job description declared that he had to be the one to do the deed every year.
Four years in these shoes and four years since his last daughter’s passing. The worry for Preston faded long ago, he doesn’t even hold any feelings over his extended young members of his family being reaped. De-sensitised to the thing that took his three daughters, did this numbness come with the job? Three years of welcoming home coffins. It is why the adopted the puppy. Just a week ago, a scruffy stray begging for scraps and he welcomed her into his home. Christened Pip and now she is a member of the family, without any consultation to the two people that he already shares a home with.
He needs to start feeling again and stop having the rum and fruit cake for breakfast, out of the eyes of his family – although today is a cheat day because of the reaping!
Pierre tried his best to carry the ecstasy of Shelby’s win for longer than the year that it held, it faded as quickly as the seventy-sixth’s reaping ended. He has had to dig deep to find ways of ticking off the promises that he declared during his electoral win and there is a hope that he is getting there.
”I can’t even bring the dog?””No you can’t, Pierre!”
” Really, a dog will do great for the cameras.”” Not one with an appearance like yours.”
”You best take that back.”
One of the many Capitol officials that hurry to the District before reaping, just to ensure that the scenes on the cameras match the fake narrative that they write. He spends most of his time bickering with them in the Justice Building’s office, as he does today. Usually he would spend the morning of the reaping having a family breakfast, but he was ordered to the Justice Building’s doors before the light had even hit the District. Now the sun is breaking through the windows and the bustle of the children lining up outside begins to ring into the office.
”I better get outside, sit in that chair and do absolutely nothing.” A screwed up face is delivered from the official, they must be used to his rambles now and it can’t be that bad as they come back every year. Pierre shrugs and heads out of the door; his seat burns in the sun as it waits for him.
The repeated show commences, a flash of imagery on the screens of the history long gone that is so deeply memorised in his head. As he watches, he imagines new characters in the screens, explosions now multi-coloured and the frowns flipped into the smiles. His face is neutral as it dances inside his head.
These games mark the first of his new interventions, an idea to hopefully keep him in this seat. A programme of support for all those that have had a friend or family member fall in the games. First hand experience says that he is an expert in the division. Help served on a plate for others but hopes that the waiter can finally feel the loss of his daughters. Everyone in the room will be like him and they will be there to support him too.
”Ladies first!” There has never been a reaping where there hasn’t.
"Neela Chiffon!" An unknown name and it is a sigh of relief, No Lily, No Paige, No Eva this year…
There is no scene followed by the girl as she walks on the stage. To the next one then.
"Stitch Gabel!" Again, nothing rings a bell in his head. His family and friends are relieved of the horrors for another year. He observes them for a moment, the boy takes the escort’s hand. There is something about him, a ring of passion above his head. He could be one to watch. But they said that about Gillian last year and the Rasoio girl before her. Hope signs off his name but Pierre doesn’t carry it into this year’s games.
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