a mourner's refuge | mayor session | [open/blitz]

[d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel]

A mourner’s refuge, it is not something that Pierre would call the justice building but it will just have to do. Summer’s evening light outside contrasts that of the gloominess of the building’s interior, even with the natural light pouring in to the room he has called home for the meeting today, there really is nothing that will brighten up the facility that he works. There has been mentioning of fresh paint on the walls, but it really isn’t something high up on the agenda.

The workers clock has struck home time and it is the perfect opportunity for him to grab the audience that is needed for this meeting. Publicity started two weeks before the reaping, something that he initially did not wish for when he came up with the idea.

”It should not be during the games, there will be too much on their minds.”

”During the games is the perfect time! You can help with settling their minds.”

He wanted the support group to be personal, but the Capitol officials see it as way of calming the storm that they trigger every year although he does hope it reduces the number of District Eight inmates in the detention centre, something to tick off his achievements.

Jugs of water line a table, cups besides them waiting to be filled, he takes his own as he waits for the first to arrive. A part of him worries that it will all be a failure and another part of him feels ill prepared. It can’t be that disastrous. His only solitude will be with the whiskey flask in his office drawers, if it really does go terribly.

A swing of a door and he exhales, a little bit of the tension is lifted from his shoulders, especially now that they all roll in.

Pierre takes his seat in the circle; all eyes are on him and so he rolls the ball of this trial session. ”To get this started, let’s all introduce ourselves.” There is a smile on his face and it is one of the very few in his career as a mayor that he has not had to force. ”My name is Pierre Hope and my daughters, Lily, Paige and Eva were all tributes.”

This is an open blitz for any relative/friend of a past tribute to have a chat with the mayor.

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Jamie BowmaN

District Eight

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I know it's hard to tell
how mixed up you feel

Death is always a challenge for people to deal with, especially when it's someone that you care about. Zagreus Moon wasn't a relative of Jamie Bowman, but they were best friends, making it even harder on him than just the regular District Eight tributes that died every year. Then, after Zagreus's death, C'rizz Moon volunteered and ended up following suit, becoming one of the dead as well. Zagreus dying really tore up Jamie's emotions, and the death of C'rizz just one year later certainly didn't help. Now, it was Stitch, another close friend of Jamie's.

Stitch had been the one that helped him through Zagreus's time in the Games. Now, the only person that was really left to help him get through Stitch's time in the Games would be Jamie's cousin, Caitir. Caitir was always a big help to him, and this time, had directed her to something that mayor Pierre Hope was putting on. It was a time and place to talk with others about those who'd been taken away from them for the Games. The mayor himself had started the meeting of people by stating that he'd lost his daughters, Lily, Paige and Eva to the Games. This surely meant that he'd understand Jamie's pain, right? Therefore, Jamie was quick to speak up when the mayor asked people to introduce themselves.

"I'm Jamie Bowman, and I've lost my best friend, Zagreus Moon to the Games, as well as his cousin, C'rizz. My friend, Stitch Gabel, was also reaped this year, and I'm full of fear for him," he explained.

Hoping that what you need
is behind every door

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LORENZO MOON

District Eight

Purely because of the fact that I wanted to keep up the positive reputation that I had for myself with the general public, I decided that it would be the best and most logical decision for me to attend the sort-of meetup that the mayor of District Eight, Pierre Hope, was putting on. He had announced it not too long ago, saying that it would be a time for the friends and families of past tributes to converse with the mayor. Hopefully, this would show me as a good person, despite the fact that I couldn't really care less about the death of my son, Zagreus Moon. My niece, Destriianatos Moon, insisted that I was heartless for not caring about Zagreus's death, nor the death of my nephew, C'rizz Moon. Unfortunately for her, I didn't care if she thought I was 'heartless'. I only cared what the other people in the District thought of me, as Destriianatos's opinion of me wouldn't effect my reputation as much as, say, Mayor Pierre Hope's opinion of me.

Mr. Hope first began the meeting by saying that his three daughters were tributes in past Hunger Games. The boy I recognized as my deceased son's best friend was the next to speak, however, introducing himself as Jamie Bowman and explaining his relation to the past tributes, Zagreus and C'rizz, as well as his relation to the most recently selected District Eight male tribute, Stitch Gabel. Clearly, this boy was upset by the situation, as I could see him visibly holding back tears when he spoke. This 'task' of introducing myself, however, would be much less difficult for me than it was for him.

"I'd like to introduce myself as well," I said while looking in the direction of the mayor after moving my gaze away from the Bowman boy. "My name is Lorenzo Moon. Zagreus was my son, and C'rizz was my nephew." I tried my best to look pained when I said this, despite the fact that any despair others may have felt about their deaths, I felt nothing at all. I didn't care that they were gone, but the entirety of District Eight didn't necessarily need to be aware of that.

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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

Lorenzo Moon was a rotten, dirty liar, and I suppose that's why I had decided to attend the mayor's session that was being held for the family and friends of past tributes of the Hunger Games. I wanted to be sure that, should my vial uncle Lorenzo end up being in attendance, he wasn't painted in too much of a positive light. He truly didn't deserve a good reputation with how cruel he'd always been toward his son, Zagreus, and his nephew, C'rizz, as well as how he reacted when they'd both died.

Unfortunately, when I arrived, I noticed that uncle Lorenzo was already there. I took a seat next to the boy that I recognized as Jamie Bowman. Jamie was Zagreus's best friend and had been in attendance at both Moon boys' funerals. He was a sweet boy, and cared so much about those he had become friends with. He'd even had an outburst at the end of the reaping when his friend, Stitch Gabel, was chosen as this year's male tribute.

When Lorenzo's words came out, I clenched my fists in anger and immediately snapped back. Again, there was no way I was letting Lorenzo have a good reputation after I'd discovered what a rotten man he was.

"Excuse me? You didn't give a shit when either of them died, Uncle Lorenzo! You're a cruel man who doesn't care about anyone but himself!" I was practically shouting at this point until I felt Caitir Bowman's hand on my shoulder. I'd risen from my seat when I was yelling and she was trying to calm me down. I looked at her and then sat back in my seat before looking at the mayor.

"I'm sorry, sir. Destriianatos Moon," I said, extending my hand to him. "I do believe we've met before. I suppose I got a bit out of a control." At this point, I saw a smirk plastered on Lorenzo Moon's face. Oh, how much I wanted to punch that face of his.

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Caitir Bowman

She highly doubted that Jamie would have chosen to go to the mayor's session for the friends and relatives of past tributes if she hadn't attended with him. He was quite a mess as of recently, especially since Zagreus was chosen at the reaping for the 77th Games. Jamie had regretted not volunteerting for his best friend and had expressed this to Caitir. Although she'd never experienced such a thing herself, she understood it, in a way. She wasn't as close to Zagreus as Jamie was, but she still felt pain from the loss of him.

Things appeared to unravel quickly in the room with the mayor, however. Jamie had introduced himself kindly and calmly, as did Lorenzo Moon, even though Caitir didn't believe that Lorenzo should have even been there, based on how Jamie had told her that the man had abused his son so much. The next thing that happened, however, was Destriianatos Moon verbally lashing out at her uncle. Caitir's anxiety was starting to build, as she truly didn't want chaos to break out, as she'd seen things go to hell between these two at Zagreus's funeral, and truly didn't want to witness it again. From what she'd been told, Destrii had even broken Lorenzo's nose with her fist after he didn't show any acknowledgement for his son's death when it happened.

Caitir stood up, putting her hand on Destrii's shoulder to try to calm her. Luckily, it seemed to have worked. Then, Caitir decided to speak in an attempt to diffuse the tension.

"So, where were we?" she asked. "Oh, right, introductions. I'm Caitir Bowman. I was friends with Zagreus Moon as well, although I feel that the other people here seem to have known him better than I did," she said with a small smile, glancing between Jamie, Destriianatos and Lorenzo. Hopefully, things would calm down soon.

" please don't go, I want you to stay "

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Clara Thneadle

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i'll train you to be

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I used to call him Zaggy. I'd ride on his back and he'd run and I'd laugh except for that time I threw up in his hair he didn't like that. Anyways, I liked him. He made me feel special in a good way unlike my mama and dead daddy and that's pretty great. He was like my real dad or a giant brother. No one will ever be for me what Zaggy was. I know they won't.

Momma's been trying to help. She's been drinking the stinky juice less and less and she even decided to take me to see the leader guy to talk about him. I told her words make me cry but she says that sometimes eye water is a good thing if it cleans out your head flood. And ya know, I really have been headflooded. Momma's never told me anything like that before,it makes me think that maybe she loves me. So we go and I'm glad.

"I'm Clara and my friend, Zaggy", Momma nudges me a little," I mean.. Zagreus Moon, died and I miss his piggy back rides so much, Mr. Bearded Leader Man!" I break down into salty, salty tears and Momma has to hold me up to keep me from falling on the floor.

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as crazy as me

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remus
yov-maoi

district eight

- I'll face the weather before me -

All of this talk about that boy... that 'Zagreus Moon' boy... was truly starting to get on my nerves. It seemed like the only District Eight tribute they seemed to care about right now was him. They didn't seem to care that there were many, many others who had died in the terrible arena, such as my sister, Kimmie Yov-Maoi. She didn't deserve to die, and certainly didn't deserve to die as early on as she was killed. My sister was murdered in such a brutal way that it made my stomach do a flip. I didn't know how to really handle it when it happened, and still, to this day, I didn't know what to do about it. There was no way to bring her back, and nothing that could be done to make the pain all just go away.

I suppose there was a way to make it fade, at least, though. I just had to get other people to realize her importance. She wasn't just going to be another face that they'd see and overlook like so many before. No, my sister was too important for that to be allowed to happen. I wouldn't let that be the case. She was too good for that, and worth so much more than just a glance.

"Can we just-" I was cut off by a young girl speaking about Zagreus before I could get the rest of my words in. I don't think she even realized she'd talked over me, though. When she was done, however, I continued with the words I'd initially wanted to say aloud. "Can we just stop talking about Zagreus Moon? He's not the only important tribute to ever die in the arena!" I was clenching my fists in anger. The girl who'd been identified as Destriianatos Moon gave me a harsh look, but I continued to speak anyway. I stood up from my chair when I continued with my words again.

"I'm Remus Yov-Maoi, and I won't let you ignore my sister, Kimmie, nor will I let you ignore and of the other tributes who have been taken from us, like Mayor Hope's daughters. Learn to show some respect for more than just your own problems." I glared at the Moon girl before I sat back down in my seat, fists still clenched tightly.

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