fake tears and forced smiles | destril/pierre [blitz]

[d1b portia maybach 🏆 frankel]

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PIERRE

It is all over…for now.

Another year or rest bite before they all come rolling into the town square. That is three games down for Pierre as Mayor and one of those came with a victor. It came so close this year, another taste of ecstasy as Shelby returned from the arena but it was never to be. Back to his whiskey decanter he goes another visit to two families whose children have been torn away from them.

It is becoming a chore now, something he is so used too; it is hard for him to pick out the emotion from inside. Unlike the Rasoios, the Moon family is not on his radar….fortunately, it will be easier to console with the male tribute’s relatives than the others. An ounce of worry is nipping at his neck when he sees the date in his diary for when he has to go and visit them. He won’t be wearing his best footwear that day.

He abandons his family to be with another’s, just another day in the life for Mayor Pierre.

An entourage follows him to the Moon family’s house; nothing can be kept behind close curtains. A attentive act that he hoped would not be reported but it looks like he is doing it all for the cameras now. Not from his heart that is drowning in the liquor.

One knock on the door of the family’s home, his arrival will either be a surprise or unwanted. Thinking back to his daughters, he wouldn’t want a stranger faking tears and forcing smiles.

The door opens and the smile is forced to his face. "Hello miss, would you mind if I came in?"

[d5b sergio quiverus [kap]]

So what if I'm crazier than crazy?
So what if I'm sicker than sick?
So what if I'm out of control?
Maybe that's what I like about it

There was someone’s fist, rapping against the door. Not even the slightest desire was present inside of me to go answer it. Hell, I didn’t even want to get up from where I was sitting. I hadn’t wanted to do that much at all recently. The day Zagreus died, I went to his parents house and absolutely flipped on them for not caring before coming home and absolutely breaking down into tears. Normally, I was strong. I didn’t like to show my emotions if I didn’t have to. If I could control it, no one would know how I was really feeling. Regardless, my mother verbally nudged me from the other room, asking me to get the door. Therefore, I stood up and did exactly as I had been told.

Upon opening the door, I saw someone that I was sure everyone in District Eight recognized at this point: Mayor Pierre Hope. He asked if he could come in, and I nodded, stepping aside for him to enter our abode. I gave a weak smile when he entered. Unfortunately, even when faking it, I never quite was able to give a full smile these days. I wasn’t exactly depressed about what happened. If anything, I was more angry. Rage was what filled my veins in response to Zagreus’s death.

”What brings you here, Mayor Hope?” I asked, trying to sound as polite as I could right then. In all honesty, I didn’t want to see him. I had an assumption as to why he was there I could tell that the smile on his face was just as fake as my own. He was here to console us about Zagreus. Perhaps he’d heard that Zagreus’s parents never loved him, and that’s why they came to me. I was closer with him than any other family member he had ever was.

Thank you, Thundy! <3

[d1b portia maybach 🏆 frankel]

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PIERRE

So many people used to come knocking on his door, each time it happened. There were so many occasions when he would turn off the lights and draw the curtains. Just a time to be alone, allowing thoughts to engulf him, a taste of the grief and mourning that would tear him up inside. Now he just numb, now he is the one with his fist on the door.

He is not even sure which of Zagreus’ relatives he is visiting; all of it has really been out of his control. Maybe it is mother or uncle, for all he knows it could be his pet dog.

A girl is the one who answers and accepts his invitation to come inside. Most of his delegates stay outside, his one little ounce of authority forces those with the cameras to stay in the cold. He can feel the intrusion as his feet hit the inside of the home, he doesn’t belong in here.

”How are you coping?” The obligatory question, whenever someone has lost something. ”I am sorry, I just dropped straight into it. It is Destrianatos, isn’t it?” Just a name to go by, his only piece of information before invading the home of another.

[d5b sergio quiverus [kap]]

So what if I'm crazier than crazy?
So what if I'm sicker than sick?
So what if I'm out of control?
Maybe that's what I like about it

The man with the fake smile cut right to the chase when I asked him why he was there. He asked me how I was coping. I wasn't going to tell him that I'd punched one of Zagreus's parents in the face and told the other one off, though. No, I didn't need to get into any trouble for what I did. The mayor certainly wasn't who I wanted to share that information with. Although, that would be one way of telling him exactly how I was coping- not very well at all.

When Mayor Hope spoke again, he was apologizing for having 'dropped straight into it' and confirmed with me as to what my name was. I nodded in response when he asked. Although I would tell most people to just call me Destrii, I wasn't really in the mood to bother with it at the moment. I figured I might as well just make him struggle with the full length of my name. Then again, not everyone would struggle with it. Some were intelligent enough not to do so.

"I'm not doing the greatest, to be entirely honest with you, sir." I told him this honestly. It was at least part of the truth. I wasn't doing well at all, but I wasn't giving him every detail of the matter. "You can come in, if you'd like," I said, stepping to the side as to welcome him into my home. I didn't want to actually talk to him any further, but I knew that shutting the door on the mayor likely wasn't the best idea.

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Thank you, Thundy! <3