Stardust [Vasco/Catherine] Sept 13, 2019 17:42:09 GMT -5
Post by Kaplan on Sept 13, 2019 17:42:09 GMT -5
[googlefont="Fredericka the Great:400"]Catherine Spark
Many people think that work as the mayor of a District in Panem would be something of a glamorous sort. That’s far from the truth, however. Yes, there are the perks here and there, such as having your own office in the District’s government building, being given sufficient monetary compensation for your work, and even being offered a potentially nicer home for you and your family. (My family and I turned down the offer of that home, however, as there are too many memories attached to our own home to give it up and move out.) There are also quite a lot of downfalls to being the mayor of a District, too. You have to be representative of the District you are the mayor of, which, in my case is District Three. This may not sound too difficult, but, as District Three’s mayor and representative, I not only have to be approved of by the people of the District- I also have to be good enough in the Capitol’s eyes.
As a mayor, you can’t always show your emotions, but you can’t hide them all, either. You have to show the Capitol that you’re not going to be a threat to them by speaking out against them, the Hunger Games, or showing signs of rebellion, but you also have to show the District that you still have sympathy for the fallen tributes, and aren’t one hundred percent supportive of the Hunger Games. Eyes are on you and your family at all times. You also have to make sure that you are keeping up with the work you’re given as mayor, whether that be paperwork or projects that go toward helping the District. Personally, I thoroughly enjoy helping the District, but it can be a struggle sometimes, too, keeping up with everything that goes into it.
Most importantly, as mayor, you have to learn to multitask in life. You have to be able to not only take care of your District, but you have to be able to take care of yourself and your family, too, like you had before becoming mayor. There’s just more responsibility to it all, now. Personally, I feel that I haven’t done a good enough job taking care of my own family. They don’t complain to me about it one bit, but I know I’m not doing a sufficient job. I’m too distracted between my mayor work and mourning the loss of my daughter Dusty to be a good mother.
I couldn’t even protect Dusty. She volunteered for the Games, and I must not have been a good enough mother to convince her that her life was worth living- that she shouldn’t throw it away for another person that she hasn’t even spoken to a single day in her young life. She was thirteen years old, and now she’s gone. She’s gone, and I’m not even there enough for my other children as they mourn Industria Spark, too. It was something that I was determined to work on. I was determined to do so much better than I was right then.
A week or so ago, I received a letter from Vasco Izar, the mayor of District Eleven. He had informed that he was coming to District Three for a visit, and would like to meet me. I then replied to him in writing, telling him that I would gladly meet with him and show him around the District I called home. When the day came for his arrival, I waited at the train station so that I could greet him when he showed up in District Three.
When I first saw Vasco Izar in person, he was a little different than I expected, although still recognizable in person after having seen photos beforehand. He was a bit shorter than I had initially anticipated. The man was about the same height as myself, that being about five feet and seven inches tall, if I’d been measured correctly. He was walking with a cane and carrying a rather old looking leather suitcase. I suppose that’s where the surprises with his appearance stopped, and I just started to take notice of little things here and there.
His skin was slightly tanned, in contrast to my own rather pale skin. The dark hair that he had was very different from my fiery red locks reaching down past my shoulders that had become a bit of a trademark for the Spark family. The clothes that the man wore were rather neutral in color, being earthy tones, whereas I wore a navy blue dress that reached down to just above my knees.
I approached the man when I saw him and gently tapped on his shoulder from behind, hoping not to startle him.
”Mr. Izar,” I said, then extending my hand in greeting.
”I’m Catherine Spark, It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” I gave him a smile. ”Would you like some help with your suitcase?”
I didn’t want to rush him with too many statements and questions, so I didn’t bring anything else up yet, but I was certainly looking forward to speaking to Mr. Izar and getting to know him. Meeting another mayor would certainly be interesting, especially when it was Vasco Izar.