Roman Regime // D2
Mar 10, 2021 20:10:51 GMT -5
Post by grant on Mar 10, 2021 20:10:51 GMT -5
ROMAN REGIME
18
DISTRICT TWO
MALE
DISTRICT TWO
MALE
People call me Roman or Reggie. Choose now and forever hold your peace.
You're asking me to describe myself? Okay, but I'll be using my own method. If you've ever been to watch a show, then you'll almost know how I feel on a daily basis; I'm at least partly understandable from an audience member's perspective. You can see the pressure building in my temples while I calculate my next move, the next flourish, the next finish. You understand the lens flare caused by sly eyes in the training centre. I am a spectacle, albeit a boring one. Who likes to watch somebody succeed?
So I'm confident, you've found that much out. The rest is self explanatory when I tell you that I don't so much love the idea of family. Relying on other people isn't my style. I trust in my own greatness. I've worked hard enough on who I am to be dishing out the responsibility in any way other than to myself. I'm an accountable person. I roll with the punches; the show must go on.
My father works in a mine. That's all I have on him. He became more like a housemate than a parent when my mother died. The grief hit him hard, and he won't sort it. Spare for a few occasional chats about our days, there's nothing there. I'm happy with that. I'm far too focused on myself to incorporate his life into my psyche.
I'm strong. You've seen at least that, I'm sure. Everybody has a similar reaction to me. They're either intimidated or encouraged by the challenge I give to anybody that is worthy of it. Beat me. Honestly, do it. I like to lose, I love to learn. Every time I fall in a fight, I incur a scar that teaches me exactly how to deal with that threat. Who is better in an arena, a scarred veteran or a green hand?
I'm a performer. There's a synchronisation inside me that swirls when I connect with a weapon. I trained ballet at a young age until it was fashionable to be seen dancing with a blade instead. You haven't seen me throw knives yet. I do that in private, because I don't want anybody to know that the last time I missed a shot was when I was fifteen.
I'm eighteen now, you've found that much out. The rest is a mystery, because who knows when I'll be able to volunteer for the Games. I'm having that existential crisis that every career faces - what the fuck do I do when I can't get Reaped? I'm not about to begin training kids to fire a bow and revel in canon fire.
You'll see me in an arena one day, and I won't be falling first. I won't stop until I'm victorious; Just remember that victory can come in the form of death, as long as I've taken at least one other with me. Balance, like all great things require. They'll remember me for the dance I let them see. There'll be a performance on the greatest stage, and I will be the protagonist of a saga worth watching. And if not... Well, I've already told you, haven't I? I'm confident.
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