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thecapitol2014-01-11 09:34 pm
iflipmyhair) wrote in thecapitol2014-01-11 09:34 pm
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Just a bird
Who | Homura, OPEN to District 7 characters
What | Learning about the District she's supposed to represent.
Where | All around District 7
When | Throughout the District Tour
Warnings/Notes | Nothing of note!
They thanked her.
One of the first things that happened was throngs of people suddenly crowding the platforms, throwing themselves at the Tributes as they disembarked, weeping with gratitude, showered with gifts. Homura might as well have been the second coming to them. They wanted to bring her into their homes, let her meet the children she saved from the Games.
The Peacekeepers had to intervene before the happy crowd crushed her, spiriting her and others away to the Civic Center or the hotel.
It was just as well. She nearly collapsed from the overwhelming outpouring of support, almost was reminded of Madoka asking her to save her stupid self, almost despaired then and there. She couldn't believe it. Couldn't entirely understand it. She wasn't a savior, and these people were still oppressed. Children and adults still clearly wore rags and she could feel the undercurrent of restlessness. Saw the Peacekeepers armed with bigger guns than even those in the Capitol were.
Still she walked through the streets. Found herself greeted by smiles and happiness, gratefulness and food and presents. She managed to cover up her horror and sadness well enough, though she couldn't hide the fact she was in a slight daze. Before the first day was over she couldn't fit all of the gifts into her satchel. And at night she wiped her eyes, walking into the cold town square to stare at her own commemorative ice statue, finding more letters and presents for her and the other Tributes. For their sacrifice.
The people of this District were clearly insane.
Perhaps that explained why she was chosen to represent them to begin with.
What | Learning about the District she's supposed to represent.
Where | All around District 7
When | Throughout the District Tour
Warnings/Notes | Nothing of note!
They thanked her.
One of the first things that happened was throngs of people suddenly crowding the platforms, throwing themselves at the Tributes as they disembarked, weeping with gratitude, showered with gifts. Homura might as well have been the second coming to them. They wanted to bring her into their homes, let her meet the children she saved from the Games.
The Peacekeepers had to intervene before the happy crowd crushed her, spiriting her and others away to the Civic Center or the hotel.
It was just as well. She nearly collapsed from the overwhelming outpouring of support, almost was reminded of Madoka asking her to save her stupid self, almost despaired then and there. She couldn't believe it. Couldn't entirely understand it. She wasn't a savior, and these people were still oppressed. Children and adults still clearly wore rags and she could feel the undercurrent of restlessness. Saw the Peacekeepers armed with bigger guns than even those in the Capitol were.
Still she walked through the streets. Found herself greeted by smiles and happiness, gratefulness and food and presents. She managed to cover up her horror and sadness well enough, though she couldn't hide the fact she was in a slight daze. Before the first day was over she couldn't fit all of the gifts into her satchel. And at night she wiped her eyes, walking into the cold town square to stare at her own commemorative ice statue, finding more letters and presents for her and the other Tributes. For their sacrifice.
The people of this District were clearly insane.
Perhaps that explained why she was chosen to represent them to begin with.