a name no one will eventually remember (goners) wrote in colosseum, @ 2014-02-24 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 56th games, - districts, district: family interview, tribute: 56th reaper spelt |
WHO: Emmer Spelt, Talbina Spelt, the extended Spelt crew, and Capitolites Annona & Robigus.
WHAT: Family interview time
WHEN: Day #11.
WHERE: The Spelt homestead, District 9.
STATUS: Completed narrative.
“I can’t remember the last time any of us had to come out to District 9 for interviews.” “Ugh. I think that’s a good thing,” Robigus Clickingbeard retorted as he did his best to hide his disgust with the house before them. “I mean, it’s so boring here. Endless fields of wheat and soybeans. No color at all in this place. Annona Toot looked at her cohort and nodded in agreement. “It’s all the carbs. Carbs make things boring. Now if -- “ Before she could finish her thought, a tiny girl no older than four threw open the front door, ran down the stairs of the porch, and charged toward the Capitolites. In her hand she carried a small sickle similar to the one the hometown tribute carried in the arena and judging from how it gleaned in the sunlight, it was not a play version. Upon realizing this, both Annona and Robigus screamed. Stopping directly in front of them, the young girl joined in their screaming momentarily before shouting some demands. “I’m Reaper! You’re Horrah!” she exclaimed as she waved the sickle above her head with another scream. The Capitolites screamed once more. “Winnow Spelt! You stop scaring the nice people from the Capitol,” a booming male voice came from on the porch. Quickly, the tall male who was only a few years past reaping age hurried down the steps and over to the small girl, quickly scooping her up in his arms. “You’ll have to excuse Winnow. She’s just been so excited for our brother since he killed that Career girl from Two.” “You let children here play with weapons?” Annona asked while noting the dirty bare feet of the child and frowned. “Here in District 9, they’re just farming tools m’am. Now please come inside. Mama made honey millet cakes especially for you two.” “Wait. How many of there are you again exactly?” Talbina Spelt did her best not to frown at the two Capitolites who insisted on asking too many questions. After all, patience was a virtue. Today it seemed all her virtue was being tested though. “There is my husband Emmer and me. And our children who still live at home. Laird. You met him earlier. Then there is Eston, Dal, Husk, Kasha, and little Winnow. Our oldest daughter Richlea is married to a man named Husk and they have their little daughter Amaranth with them. She doesn’t do much talking though.” Feigning a smile, Robigus leaned over to his companion and made a comment in a not-so hushed tone. “District people name their children some strange things.” Whoever said patience was a virtue needed to be shot, Talbina decided. “So tell us,” Annona began as she plastered a rather fake and rather large smile across her lips. “How proud are you of your song right now?” For at least five seconds, an awkward silence filled the room, though it wasn’t much different from other outlier families she had interviewed over the years. Not many of them were into the spirit of the Hunger Games for some reason she couldn’t even fathom. Their children had made it to national television. Anyone who couldn’t find pride in that clearly didn’t love their child very much in her eyes. “We’re very proud of him.” As Emmer Spelt leaned forward, the chair he was sitting on creaked. “Then again we knew he would do well in the Games.” “Really? Why is that?” Emmer cleared his throat as he thought of what to say. “Reaper’s always been a hard worker. He always gives whatever he’s doing his full attention and tries his best. He’s used to a full day of hard work.” “And he’s not afraid to kick some ass!” Eston shouted from behind his father. “The encounter between Reaper and Zipporah was riveting. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. Tell me. How did he learn to use a scythe like that?” “It was a sickle.” “A what?” “A sickle. My son has a sickle, not a scythe.” Throwing back her head, Annona laugh. “Oh! I’m sorry! I can’t keep these caveman tools straight, apparently!” Talbina finally frowned. “Will you be disappointed if Reaper doesn’t win the Games?” “No,” Emmer said immediately with a shake of his head. “No. None of us will be disappointed if he doesn’t win.” “Why so? It’s always disappointing that your child isn’t a winner.” “We know Reaper is trying his hardest. And that’s all we can ask for.” From behind the camera, Robigus rolled his eyes at the comment because everyone knows your child is a complete failure if they don’t win the Games. Everyone. They could have at least been honest about it. “Well. That didn’t go as bad as I thought,” Annona announce proudly as she trotted her way with the crew back toward the transportation that would take them to the train station so they could return to the Capitol. “Not nearly as interesting as someone from One, but good enough! We have usable footage. And they didn’t look two horrendous and I dare say one of the daughters was even cute for district standards! This might be my chance to get a better -- Robigus! What are you doing?” After removing his hand from a fabric satchel given to him by Mama Spelt, Robigus wiped the cake crumbs from his lips with his fingers. “Nothing.” “You’re eating more of that cake! Think of all the carbs, Robigus!” “Its good.” “But carbs!” “I don’t care about the carbs,” he admitted as he shoved another portion of honey millet cake into his mouth. |