[80th] The Reaping - District 10

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There was always some type of silence during reaping days he didn't quite understand. Especially as somebody who took pride in the loudness of their roars, some animalistic boy and he always shoved himself over the top -- in the ways of everybody else. It was the closest to a fight he'd ever been in, even if he lied saying otherwise. It was always some type of brawl going on, shouting and laughing and walking off every vocal altercation, Enzo never drew blood. 

And it was something to say he was misunderstood. It was just something simple, something bright. A blinding white. Breaking things for fun, whether it was his or not; everything had a reaction. Cutting and ripping and burning sheets & the aggressive satisfaction of seeing something torn up and if not it, then the owner's very own reaction. He had propped himself onto Marley's bed, stolen pillows from this spot often finding their way into his hiding spots. There was only time until he got out of there anyways, Orphan bound and it never fazed him. 

Lorenzo never knew anything different anyways. 

From the hands of one mother to the bed of another -- he tried his hardest to enjoy everything he could but some people, dude. There are people that existed without any type of humor in their body, and he enjoyed seeking them out first. It'd either be reaction or altercation and he was fine either way. The reaping morning hearkening never bothered him, only excited. Some sort of soda in his veins, "oh c'mon, what're you doing being all mopey!" Big goofy smile, stealing hair pins and ties. Always a mix reaction of either hate or relief; that at least he could always find a reason to be happy. 

Truth be told, fear rattled in his blood stream too. It was natural. In a lot of ways he was incredibly stupid, childhood ignorance and energy but he always understood that some times, laughter is the best medicine. To just grin and bear it. Enzo liked to believe his parents would have been the same way, two goofballs who'd just not been ready for him and never would be. Two people who knew when to move on and accept the inevitable. 

Those hard moments. 

God did he love to see how things break. 

Enzo never prepped hard for reapings, it was just too much. Too low of odds for it to matter, too high of odds that even if he did, he'd take off running before it even caught up to him. Reckon he could outrun anything, feet slapping the ground like rags and nothing could stop him when he started -- not the reaping, not tired soles or sores, and definitely not peacekeepers. A grin etched across his face, that same stupid one he held so often. Some people held it in their necks, in their eyebrows, in their frowns; Enzo didn't show stress. Not enough brain cells to focus on that. 

Ha. Instead he kept his chin up, goofy smile on his face as he took his place in the crowd. Scrunchie tied around his wrist that he stole from Marley's dresser counter, hands scrunched in his jean pockets. He wore trainers, a jacket, a smile; fear under his undershirt. They provided what they could, a lower end orphanage in a lower end district and it always amazed him how people saved their best for the worst day it could be. How people dressed pretty for their own funeral, yet I'm fuckin' stupid. 

There's some oddities in the world, that's for sure. Eyes following the cacophony of heel clatter, district escort lipstick globbing together with spit as they talked. Spit fire, he swallowed his own spit. See ya, Misses Jones. No thought of parents, of the people they left behind. Just one track, pupils on the forward locomotive they followed -- it never crossed his mind before. That a mother could scream for their child in that same sense, of somebody caring about Lorenzo equally if not more so than he could himself. 

"Lorenzo Pevek!" An echo, something of his heart breaking in a way he couldn't imagine. 

Who would hold his hand? 

"Huh-?" It was lost somewhere in the way he carried his eyebrows, the stress in his neck. An estranged frown. "No, no- what the hell?" Faking dumb, something that came so easy to him. Enzo pipped up as a wounded animals,  and he had always seen those family reactions of people begging their sibling to stay. For their child to be the one rare case to be spared, but he felt a strong grip on his forearm, eyes twitching to find contact through a visor before being thrown on that stage. The near silence scared him more so than the prospect mining on his heart strings, like a needle sewing blood vessels to the ground in every heart beat. One by one by one by Enzo-- 

He wasn't even dressed for photos?

[ lorenzo 'enzo' pevek accepts ] 
[ trib wall perhaps ]