you're talking to your highness . zori
Sept 25, 2020 1:22:25 GMT -5
Post by cass on Sept 25, 2020 1:22:25 GMT -5
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O C T A V I A
The night of her coronation she’d received a phone call from none other than Vasco Izar asking her to come and visit district eleven. His words were slurred, buried beneath some heinous display of joy and happiness that had made her feel sick.
Happy people were the worst kind of people.
She honestly didn’t know what he had to be happy about. Maybe he enjoyed those kids of his dying more than he let on. Now, if he was more into that then maybe Octavia could appreciate his finesse a little more. But, from what she had heard the man was just good-hearted and a genuine person. The bile in the back of her throat was all she needed to express her utter disgust.
For some reason, she had found the offer appealing. Well, she knew why it was appealing. She wanted to meet the man herself. She was almost excited to see what a lower district looked like, ready to bring that information back and use it to crush them in the next games.
She was expecting the smell of horse and cow shit to fill the air. She was expecting people to be living on the streets with rats crawling over their rotting feet.
Annoyingly, there was none of that. How disappointing.
The scowl on her face deepened step by step as she walked down the streets of district eleven. Her high heels clicked against cobblestone and pavement, her outfit bright and colour lined with jewels and glitter. An outfit worn at one of the opening ceremonies a few years back by a Capitolite, she’d been able to have it snuck into district two by using the Peacekeeper’s she kept wrapped around her finger.
Now that she was mayor it was only fitting that she wore more and more outfits that appealed to her station.
A few more minutes and she was at the Mayoral office, she glared at a person who had the audacity to look at her, flipping them off as she pushed the doors open. She strolled through until she reached his office door, barging in and taking a set straight away.
She stared at Vasco the surprise, scorn, and contempt all evident on her face.
“You’re uglier than I thought you’d be.”
Here she was hoping that at the very least she might have some eye candy to insult. All she had was a shit district to spend the day in and a man that looked like he hadn’t slept a night since he was a baby.
How boring.
Happy people were the worst kind of people.
She honestly didn’t know what he had to be happy about. Maybe he enjoyed those kids of his dying more than he let on. Now, if he was more into that then maybe Octavia could appreciate his finesse a little more. But, from what she had heard the man was just good-hearted and a genuine person. The bile in the back of her throat was all she needed to express her utter disgust.
For some reason, she had found the offer appealing. Well, she knew why it was appealing. She wanted to meet the man herself. She was almost excited to see what a lower district looked like, ready to bring that information back and use it to crush them in the next games.
She was expecting the smell of horse and cow shit to fill the air. She was expecting people to be living on the streets with rats crawling over their rotting feet.
Annoyingly, there was none of that. How disappointing.
The scowl on her face deepened step by step as she walked down the streets of district eleven. Her high heels clicked against cobblestone and pavement, her outfit bright and colour lined with jewels and glitter. An outfit worn at one of the opening ceremonies a few years back by a Capitolite, she’d been able to have it snuck into district two by using the Peacekeeper’s she kept wrapped around her finger.
Now that she was mayor it was only fitting that she wore more and more outfits that appealed to her station.
A few more minutes and she was at the Mayoral office, she glared at a person who had the audacity to look at her, flipping them off as she pushed the doors open. She strolled through until she reached his office door, barging in and taking a set straight away.
She stared at Vasco the surprise, scorn, and contempt all evident on her face.
“You’re uglier than I thought you’d be.”
Here she was hoping that at the very least she might have some eye candy to insult. All she had was a shit district to spend the day in and a man that looked like he hadn’t slept a night since he was a baby.
How boring.
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