watchful eyes // [Ryan]
Jan 4, 2019 0:53:56 GMT -5
Post by sbeeg on Jan 4, 2019 0:53:56 GMT -5
Clayburn, Cassius
Knuckles hit the varnished wood of the newly inhabited Victor's mansion. Cool brown eyes swept across the compound. Only on other house was owned, it was good to see that the dusty old halls were finally seeing some use. Pity it took so long.
Thankfully only one key was handed out after the games despite there being more than one child stepping off the train. Cassius' lip curls as he thinks on the flood of tributes back into the districts. A twist they called it. He called it disgraceful. The Games, like Panem itself, has a set of rules and now they'd imploded. Did every tribute think they'd come back? Did the ones who did they think they are entitled to special treatment? Since the closure of the games and reveal of the rivaled twist, Cassius' single goal is to maintain the peace any means necessary.
The youth of District Four is growing far too bold, they needed to be beat back into line. No one comes back from the Games, except for the victor.
Except for Wander Sibley. His teeth clench just thinking of ver. There was an anomaly in his district- a tribute, not a victor but not dead. It was throwing the entire community into a whirlwind. Just yesterday he had three reaping aged children whipped for their insolence in the square. He had hoped the blood would stain the stone and hold a reminder for future troublemakers but with the morning came rain. It still drizzled now, lazy fat raindrops plopping into puddles dotting the extensive gardens of the Victor's courtyard.
The stripes on their backs would not wash away quite as easily.
Despite needing another grand show in the square, there was another important task on Clayburn's agenda.
Anatalia Morrison. The perfect victor. A trained career from the district he has made his home, Cassius couldn't have been more proud. However no one seemed to want to talk about Miss Morrison.
They didn't die! We watched them die but they brought them back!
Yes, and?
The girl's victory tour was to begin soon and there was a twisting in the pit of his gut. The new shining jewel of District Four was to visit districts that held two of her fellow tributes in it. Tributes who may hold a grudge, who had gotten a taste for blood. Who had died and may no longer fear it.
Cassius had practically thrown the papers from his desk as he called for his schedule to be cleared.
Miss Morrison needed someone by her side to make sure nothing... uncouth happened on her travels. This was such a delicate situation, it needed to be handled with care and precision.
Cassius knocked on the door again, impatience getting the better of him. Rain trickled down the back of his neck. The hilt of his blade pressed against his rib cage beneath his clean white coat.
Someone needed to keep an eye on her.
