You Help Me, I Help You {Gaby}
Jun 12, 2017 13:01:53 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jun 12, 2017 13:01:53 GMT -5
Marco Violette
Violette. It was finally a name that Panem knew, but not for a good reason. No, no one had become famous. No one had done anything extremely astonishing. It was because Marco's sister, Rachel Violette, volunteered for the 74th Annual Hunger Games. What's worse? She didn't make it home alive. She was gone. Gone forever. There was nothing Marco could do about it, and it was hard for him to cope with knowing that he no longer had a sister.
Marco had awoke that morning to the smell of breakfast wafting through from under his bedroom door. It was the best way to be awoken from a nightmare, he supposed. Something pleasant reaching your nose was certainly better than sitting bolt upright and screaming because your dream was so terrifying. Marco had had that happen all too much since Rachel died. He'd finally fall asleep, only to dream that he was in the Hunger Games with his sister, unable to save her life as she was beaten to death with a variety of weapons by the tributes that hunted her down. Then, as her lifeless body would fall to the ground, the boy would wake up either screaming, with tears running down his face, or both things at once. Luckily, breakfast this morning had woken him before the death occurred in his nightmare.
Trying his best to shake the nightmare from his mind, the young boy rose from his bed, still in his pajamas, put on his glasses, and headed downstairs to the kitchen where he ate his breakfast gratefully and thanked the one who had prepared it for him. Marco then returned back upstairs to his bedroom, and changed into his regular clothing for the day. He quickly ran his fingers through his hair to be sure that it was arranged alright, looked in the mirror to check, and then headed downstairs once more.
Before Rachel died, she was always the one to run errands for the family. Now, the two young boys had to do it. It wasn't that it bothered Marco that he had to run the errands. It was just that he was rather young, and a bit nervous that someone would either say something to his parents about letting him wander on his own, or that he would get hurt somehow, whether it was caused by something or someone intentionally or not. Regardless, the boy listened to his father and headed out the door, money zipped into his pocket. He eventually reached the central shopping area of the District, when he noticed it was quite busy that day. Therefore, he was careful to pay attention to everything and everyone so that nothing bad happened.
Once Marco was nearing the bakery where he was to purchase some bread for his family, he noticed someone that he thought he recognized, but wasn't quite sure. He was almost positive this was one of the mayoral candidates. At first, he was just going to keep walking. Then, however, he had a thought. He would ask her something rather important to him. If she could answer it well, he'd tell his parents, and perhaps even try to convince them to vote for her.
"Excuse me, you're running for mayor, correct?" he asked her. "I'm not old enough to vote myself yet, but I was wondering if I could ask you a couple of questions for my parents about your campaign."
