Bolt Wheeler, D10 (boltwheeler) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-01-13 20:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! backstory, - districts, victor: 13th bolt wheeler |
Who: Bolt Wheeler (mentioning Fawn Aras)
When: Reaping of the 48th Games
Where: District 10
What: What? It's just really dusty in this district, okay?
Rating/Status: Low, complete log
Prompt: Daydream. BINGO!
Bolt never made a show of himself at the Reaping. He stood in the crowd with everyone else, silent among the parents trying not to weep or pass out from holding their breath too long. He didn't have children of his own; he would never stand through a Reaping from that perspective. It was for the best. Bolt already took two kids to their deaths every year; it wouldn't be any easier if they were kids he actually knew or cared about. He missed Pippa. Pippa was a better mentor than he ever could be; she had a better sense of the Capitol and how to relate to sponsors, not to mention she knew how to talk to these kids. Stoic expression in place, Bolt allowed his mind to wander as the formalities washed over the crowd. He dreamed of retiring from mentoring altogether; what his life might have been like if he'd never been reaped in the first place. When the formal reaping began, Bolt didn't even notice. He was pulled out of his fog by one simple name: Fawn Aras. He didn't know many children in the district, but a few of them found their way through his tough exterior. He'd taught Fawn how to ride, invited her there when he'd had to put down her favorite horse, grown to truly care for the girl. His face crumpled into a rare show of anguish. Fawn was a sweet child with a good heart. They were going to tear her apart. |