back at it again | mayor one-shots [78th]
Feb 24, 2018 7:10:07 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 24, 2018 7:10:07 GMT -5
P I E R R E
Back at it again. The same scripted process and chair to sit on. It is a sigh of relief when the names are pulled from that glass bowl, no blood of his own but the relative of a newly past tribute always adds tension to the air. It is all a bit close to him this time, a twelve-year-old to carry the District’s hope, just as his daughter Lily did. Another tribute relative to live up to the name of their predecessor, all he can do is wish them luck as they step onto the train.
Optimism of the District taken away, now Pierre must tame the wildfire back home. Two games of dying celebrations, all is back to normal since Shelby’s glory. If only there was a way to send morale as high as that victor ship did. There are only so many schools he can open and hospitals he can fix, especially with the quickly emptying pot of gold that sits on his mayoral desk. Three years at the helm, he can list his success, but the list of failures is just as long.
A family forgotten in the shadows. He could never have imagined the personal effects this role has had on him. Just months after his final daughter’s death and he allowed the puppet strings of the Capitol to be attached to him. So blind to the reality of it all, during his campaigns. Distracted by the glory of his debates, is he regretting it? On so many occasions he has almost hung up the coat but there is so much to lose now. He can’t let the unnecessary pressure on his family to go to waste. He still has a chance to prove that it all was meant for them.
Updates of his tributes have regularly been fed to him, during the early hours of the games. A score of one for the boy and six for the young girl, the unlikely favourite has already been picked for the District; even with the below average scores. He can not see the thrill in his citizen’s eyes as he did last time, no excitement as they chanted the Rasoio and Moon name. They have already given up.
His suggestions of holding small morale raising events are brushed aside. ”All attention needs to be on the games. You can hold your festivals afterwards.” A festival of defeat? As the two familiar caskets are carried into the District. His people need him now but the door in his office is locked and he is trapped inside.||
”The twelve year olds are rather something.” The recap of the bloodbath is projected in his office, while his delegates surround the desk. All nods follow his comment, a few Ahhs and Mmhs too. ”She is the one who they all are chanting for, the tribute relative excitement must have fallen through. How different it is.” The moment Gillian Imberline kills Apollo Salon is on repeat, after two viewings of it, Pierre looks away. He stands at the window of his office, looking to the town square below.
”The Capit…”
He cuts himself off as he turns and faces the Capitol representative that has found home inside his four walls. He keeps the sting of the higher ups to himself, quickly turning it around. ”We will have to watch her, everybody else is.”||
Day two is live on his screen in the office, of course his two tributes are facing each other. Everyone sits and stands around his office, all silence but from the audio of the television. Pierre watches between his hands, despite the cold, sweat trails down his brow. It is too early in the games to have a face off like this, he was not prepared.
All the paperwork to fill out and reassurances to send across the District if it does happen. False scripts written for his speeches as he apologises to his District for their tributes killing each other, he is not ready for it.
C’rizz is cut up by his opponents and Gillian is a hand in it all.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Hunched over his desk, he is the first to break the silence as the fight hits its climax. ”Just run, get out!” His hands cover his face again, barely a view for his eyes to watch the next events unfold. It is so quick and swift by the District Eleven and it is all over for the male representative of District Eight.
”Shit!” Pierre slams his fist on the table as he stands up, evacuating from the room in a huff, his viewing of day two is over for now. It is too early in the games to lose one already.
There is going to be a lot of paperwork.