our condolences [pierre/vasco] mayors
Apr 23, 2020 14:29:39 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Apr 23, 2020 14:29:39 GMT -5
Pierre Hope
For the first time, Pierre has the District Eight mayor’s house to himself.
So many days spent alone in the justice building office, or the little room crammed with officials as they watch the games action live from his portable projector. After nearly ten years of watching games, his little justice building office has been greatly adapted over the years. To ensure that the lifespan of his desks is longer than a year, they are quickly vacated the day before reaping so that no desk flipping can damage them. Pierre still does not know how they swapped his interior walls from dry wall to solid, another deterrent from the year a fist ended up through them.
Well it has nearly been ten years and just like that, hope is dwindling for another twelve month morale boost. Some blame his presence for the dry up of victors although he is quick to point out the lack of winners from one of the formidable career districts. There is still time but each time they are getting closer and closer. Another fourth place in the recent games, Pierre still questions how Eloise Abramovich was unable to finish the little District Six. A small one so close to victory. A small one like Lily and Paige. Then before that, another fourth place for Reyes Calvo. And then before that, a third place For Nell Cyprus. Then before that…Beatrice’s daughter. It has been three years and he still has not had the nerve to consolidate her. Just an annual ratmas card and an update from his siblings that a nephew is living with her.
Five Hope kids in recent years, he thought being mayor would put a stop to it. He thought wrong. It has just been getting worse and the tension after Eloise’s canon is becoming stronger. Something really ought to change, he is running out of services to open and buildings the District can afford to rejuvenate. His election promises are beginning to fade away and his people are recognising that too.
Pierre has managed to book Abi a fine dining distraction to get her out of the house for a few hours. Preston he rarely sees in the house anyway, and the only staff he has left behind is the chef and he tells them to cook something up easy to serve cold and then finish for the day. He needs no ears during today’s meeting, the agenda is written up in his head for only himself to know.
From the offices, eyes have been on Nine and mostly Eleven for their history of upheaval. Especially since two of the mayor’s relatives were reaped coincidentally for the eighty-fourth. Other than filling the bowl with the same name, he really does not know how pulling paper can be rigged…but it was rigged. He does not tell anyone that thought for the fear that the quell twist will be twenty-four Hopes but…it was rigged!
Mayor Izar is probably just the same kind of fellow as Pierre. A man from a strong family and a District with its own mind. He will have experienced the same pain, heard the same whispers. He is the man he wants to exchange brains with and after years of not wanting to speak to a single mayor other than over the phone, an invitation was accepted. Envy follows him as he reads up on updates from other District, just like Four and their recent victories. An already wealthy state being decorated with more…wealth. Their children are trained to fight while his are trained to work in the factories. It is unlikely traditions will change for Eight, it will be hard to wean everyone off knitting needles and onto spears. If the chance were ever given for a career status, Pierre would stop and think. He wants to give every chance to kids but does he really want to feed the one thing that has been wrecking his life? Not that Eight would be offered it anyway.
Pierre carries each small platter the chef has prepared into his dining room, careful not to drop the mini masterpieces of modest sandwiches and mini pies. It really is a bit too much for two people, but he will be sure to pack some of the patisseries up for Vasco to take away. Plates have been set up at either side of the long dark oak table, however Pierre pushes the cutlery a little closer, he will not be able to hear Vasco at such distance. He is fifty in a few weeks after all. Damn old.
Being alone in such a big house, it does not feel real. Pierre was never once alone in the old terraced two-bedroom house that the six of them used to fill up from top to bottom. Not even in the little shop, there were enough customers to fill every hour of his day with company.
The door knocks and his heart sinks a little, he has met a lot of people in his new role but this one feels a little bit different. This one little meeting, it might just change things and it might not.
Pierre scrambles to the door, trying his best not to take his time answering it. He is not dressed formally today. Just a long-sleeved grey shirt. Now that is spring is here, he can finally retire the cotton sweaters.
The first move he makes after answering the door is extending his hand out to Vasco for a shake. ”Finally, it is great to have you here Mayor Izar. I hope they have been treating you well at the hotel.” Pierre quickly ushers Vasco through the door, leading him to the dining room. He is fast on popping open a bottle of fizz, pouring two glass before being courteous enough to ask whether Vasco cares for a drink. ”Make yourself comfy, take what you like from the table. There is a lot to talk about this afternoon.” Pierre sets himself up at the head of the table, filling his plate with the picnic pickings from the table. ”My condolences to you for the loss of your relatives in these recent games. It can’t be easy.”