So this is Goodbye (District 6 Tributes)
May 22, 2012 17:07:42 GMT -5
Post by angel4030 on May 22, 2012 17:07:42 GMT -5
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I can walk without an escort, Fawn thought with short glare to the peacekeepers on either side of her. With a sigh, she took a moment to glance around the hallways as they marched past. The lavishly decorated walls and plush carpet made Fawn sick as she thought of how many others could use the money for more important things, like food. I might as well get to know this part of my District since I won’t be coming back, she thought grimly as paintings of each mayor hung delicately on the wall to her right. Each room they passed was either opened to reveal expensive furniture and other unnecessary pieces here and there while others were sealed by large, oak doors.
“You only have a few minutes as the volunteering caused everything to be behind schedule,” the taller peacekeeper instructed before swiftly turning and shutting the door with a bang. Fawn took shallow breaths as the day’s events caught up with her. I was chosen for the games, a boy volunteered for the boy tribute, and now I’m expected to say my last goodbyes to the people I love, she thought and as the last item scrolled though her mind, Fawn could not help but let out a tearless sob. The door she had entered through slowly opened and Fawn immediately straightened before smoothing out her dress and composing herself. As if on cue, five little forms rushed into the room and trapped Fawn in a sea of small arms, tear streaked faces, and broken whimpers. Fawn bit down hard on her tongue, letting the metallic taste erupt in her mouth. I must stay strong, for them and for myself. If I cry now, I’ll never stop and I will appear weak, she thought before bending down carefully and looking into each pair of eyes that matched her own.
”Hey now, are those tears I see?” she murmured, carefully wiping each face dry. ”Now how do you expect me to go off to the Capitol when I know there are five sad faces moping back here,” Fawn continued, trying her best to lighten the mood. Ghost like smiles peered out on each little face, but she knew nothing would make the full blown smiles she was used to seeing appear. Taking each of her brothers to the side one by one, Fawn looked them in the eye and promised them she would not give up on winning so long as they promised something in return: that no matter what happened, they were to stick together as a family and take care of one another.
Her two youngest brothers agreed quickly before giving her a hug and Fawn knew that they truly believed she would win. If only I stood a chance, she thought sadly before sending them back. Her other three brothers who were old enough to understand the severity of the situation were harder to consol. Eventually, Fawn managed to comfort each of them as best she could and send them off with a departing hug, kiss, and loving word.
“You are very good with them,” a familiar voice soothed and Fawn glanced up from her hands to see her grandmother slowly entering the room. With the boys now gone, she let a few stray tears trickle down her cheeks before wrapping her arms around her grandmother. “I-I don’t know what to do,” Fawn admitted, letting her vulnerability show for only the second time since the death of her mother. Wiping away any trace of the tears, she followed her grandmother to a plush couch in the center of the room.
“I know you don’t, darling, and nobody would expect you to. You don’t always have to have the answers to everything,” her grandmother replied with a soft smile. Fawn sighed and gave a small nod, simply enjoying the peaceful moment she had sitting next to her grandmother. “I have something I want you to have,” her grandmother suddenly said before carefully placing a small bundle of cloth in Fawn’s hand. With a quick glance at her grandmother’s face, Fawn unfolded the cloth to find a small necklace inside. It was a chain with a small, golden heart on the end. The heart was adorned with small flowers and vines, carefully carved into its surface.
“It was your mothers,” Fawn heard her grandmother muse wistfully. “I know you are not very fond of jewelry, but I thought this would be the perfect token for you. It will keep your family and home close.” Fawn felt her throat close with the emotions she held back. The handful of tears that had escaped earlier were the only ones she would let through. Giving her grandmother a short nod, Fawn reached up and clasped the simple necklace around her thin neck. With a final glance at the door, her grandmother stood and held Fawn close once more. “When you get on the train, I would like you to push the small piece on the side of the heart, but not before,” Fawn heard her grandmother’s voice whisper before she disappeared. Fawn carefully felt the heart until her finger discovered the piece, but she pulled away and decided to follow her grandmother’s request. Aren’t they going to ‘escort’ me to the train? Fawn wondered idly when the doors opened once more. Expecting the peacekeepers, she straightened herself and looked up with a guarded expression only to be taken off guard to see her father.
Fawn stiffened and eyed the man in front of her warily. “What do you want?” she asked with an unreadable expression. He made his way towards her before running his hands through his hair with a sigh. “I know I have not been the best father since..” he began and Fawn watched with an indifferent expression as pain flashed through her father’s eyes. “But I am your father, and I wanted to see you,” he finally continued before looking up at her with pleading eyes. Fawn crossed her arms and replied coldly, “Well here I am, it’s not like you have taken much interest in me for the past few years and I have to get on the train” Her father took in her stone cold expression before nodding in understanding. “I understand, I just want you to know that I do in fact care for you and I will be rooting for you,” he said before making his way out of the room.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hard on him, Fawn thought as the peacekeepers reappeared and began marching her towards the train. Memories of all the times he had not been there for her nor the family prodded her mind and Fawn pinched her lips together in anger, No, he deserved it and has no right to call himself my father. Looking over the sleek train, Fawn squinted her eyes as the sun danced off of its smooth and bright surface. I suppose I should get used to bright lights, after all from what I’ve seen, the Capitol is practically built of bright lights and shiny buildings, she thought before climbing onto the train. As the door slammed shut behind her, Fawn slowly wandered into a large compartment of the train filled with couches and chairs. Staring out the window, she watched as her District, slowly at first but then in a blinding flash, disappeared from view.
Carefully pushing the small piece on the edge of her heart pendent, Fawn’s eyes widened as it opened. It was not a necklace or pendent, but rather a locket. Carefully opening the tiny compartment, Fawn found two small pictures stowed away inside. On the left side was a small picture of her mother, young, vibrant, and healthy. On the right side was a small picture of her brothers that had been taken only a year ago. Running her index finger over both pictures, Fawn smiled slightly before closing the locket gently and pressing it against her chest. At least if I die in the Games, I will die with a piece of home she thought before making her way further into the train to find her mentor and fellow District Six Tribute.
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Fawn Raiys
~ What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger ~
~ Stand a little taller ~
~Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone~.
~ What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger ~
~ Stand a little taller ~
~Doesn’t mean I’m lonely when I’m alone~.
I can walk without an escort, Fawn thought with short glare to the peacekeepers on either side of her. With a sigh, she took a moment to glance around the hallways as they marched past. The lavishly decorated walls and plush carpet made Fawn sick as she thought of how many others could use the money for more important things, like food. I might as well get to know this part of my District since I won’t be coming back, she thought grimly as paintings of each mayor hung delicately on the wall to her right. Each room they passed was either opened to reveal expensive furniture and other unnecessary pieces here and there while others were sealed by large, oak doors.
“You only have a few minutes as the volunteering caused everything to be behind schedule,” the taller peacekeeper instructed before swiftly turning and shutting the door with a bang. Fawn took shallow breaths as the day’s events caught up with her. I was chosen for the games, a boy volunteered for the boy tribute, and now I’m expected to say my last goodbyes to the people I love, she thought and as the last item scrolled though her mind, Fawn could not help but let out a tearless sob. The door she had entered through slowly opened and Fawn immediately straightened before smoothing out her dress and composing herself. As if on cue, five little forms rushed into the room and trapped Fawn in a sea of small arms, tear streaked faces, and broken whimpers. Fawn bit down hard on her tongue, letting the metallic taste erupt in her mouth. I must stay strong, for them and for myself. If I cry now, I’ll never stop and I will appear weak, she thought before bending down carefully and looking into each pair of eyes that matched her own.
”Hey now, are those tears I see?” she murmured, carefully wiping each face dry. ”Now how do you expect me to go off to the Capitol when I know there are five sad faces moping back here,” Fawn continued, trying her best to lighten the mood. Ghost like smiles peered out on each little face, but she knew nothing would make the full blown smiles she was used to seeing appear. Taking each of her brothers to the side one by one, Fawn looked them in the eye and promised them she would not give up on winning so long as they promised something in return: that no matter what happened, they were to stick together as a family and take care of one another.
Her two youngest brothers agreed quickly before giving her a hug and Fawn knew that they truly believed she would win. If only I stood a chance, she thought sadly before sending them back. Her other three brothers who were old enough to understand the severity of the situation were harder to consol. Eventually, Fawn managed to comfort each of them as best she could and send them off with a departing hug, kiss, and loving word.
“You are very good with them,” a familiar voice soothed and Fawn glanced up from her hands to see her grandmother slowly entering the room. With the boys now gone, she let a few stray tears trickle down her cheeks before wrapping her arms around her grandmother. “I-I don’t know what to do,” Fawn admitted, letting her vulnerability show for only the second time since the death of her mother. Wiping away any trace of the tears, she followed her grandmother to a plush couch in the center of the room.
“I know you don’t, darling, and nobody would expect you to. You don’t always have to have the answers to everything,” her grandmother replied with a soft smile. Fawn sighed and gave a small nod, simply enjoying the peaceful moment she had sitting next to her grandmother. “I have something I want you to have,” her grandmother suddenly said before carefully placing a small bundle of cloth in Fawn’s hand. With a quick glance at her grandmother’s face, Fawn unfolded the cloth to find a small necklace inside. It was a chain with a small, golden heart on the end. The heart was adorned with small flowers and vines, carefully carved into its surface.
“It was your mothers,” Fawn heard her grandmother muse wistfully. “I know you are not very fond of jewelry, but I thought this would be the perfect token for you. It will keep your family and home close.” Fawn felt her throat close with the emotions she held back. The handful of tears that had escaped earlier were the only ones she would let through. Giving her grandmother a short nod, Fawn reached up and clasped the simple necklace around her thin neck. With a final glance at the door, her grandmother stood and held Fawn close once more. “When you get on the train, I would like you to push the small piece on the side of the heart, but not before,” Fawn heard her grandmother’s voice whisper before she disappeared. Fawn carefully felt the heart until her finger discovered the piece, but she pulled away and decided to follow her grandmother’s request. Aren’t they going to ‘escort’ me to the train? Fawn wondered idly when the doors opened once more. Expecting the peacekeepers, she straightened herself and looked up with a guarded expression only to be taken off guard to see her father.
Fawn stiffened and eyed the man in front of her warily. “What do you want?” she asked with an unreadable expression. He made his way towards her before running his hands through his hair with a sigh. “I know I have not been the best father since..” he began and Fawn watched with an indifferent expression as pain flashed through her father’s eyes. “But I am your father, and I wanted to see you,” he finally continued before looking up at her with pleading eyes. Fawn crossed her arms and replied coldly, “Well here I am, it’s not like you have taken much interest in me for the past few years and I have to get on the train” Her father took in her stone cold expression before nodding in understanding. “I understand, I just want you to know that I do in fact care for you and I will be rooting for you,” he said before making his way out of the room.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so hard on him, Fawn thought as the peacekeepers reappeared and began marching her towards the train. Memories of all the times he had not been there for her nor the family prodded her mind and Fawn pinched her lips together in anger, No, he deserved it and has no right to call himself my father. Looking over the sleek train, Fawn squinted her eyes as the sun danced off of its smooth and bright surface. I suppose I should get used to bright lights, after all from what I’ve seen, the Capitol is practically built of bright lights and shiny buildings, she thought before climbing onto the train. As the door slammed shut behind her, Fawn slowly wandered into a large compartment of the train filled with couches and chairs. Staring out the window, she watched as her District, slowly at first but then in a blinding flash, disappeared from view.
Carefully pushing the small piece on the edge of her heart pendent, Fawn’s eyes widened as it opened. It was not a necklace or pendent, but rather a locket. Carefully opening the tiny compartment, Fawn found two small pictures stowed away inside. On the left side was a small picture of her mother, young, vibrant, and healthy. On the right side was a small picture of her brothers that had been taken only a year ago. Running her index finger over both pictures, Fawn smiled slightly before closing the locket gently and pressing it against her chest. At least if I die in the Games, I will die with a piece of home she thought before making her way further into the train to find her mentor and fellow District Six Tribute.