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She had been pacing in her room for about an hour now. She couldn’t stop, her feet needed to move as her anxiety rose in her chest, and she felt fear rushing through her mind as she let every scenario play through her mind. Every possible scenario for the “crime” she’d committed, and none of the scenarios ended well.

She wasn’t sure what she was going to do and where she was going to turn. She knew she really only had one option, and that was to go and visit her brother, but just disappearing from her house in the middle of the night would surely cause suspicions to rise. Her mother was extremely protective and watched her like a hawk, but that’s why she had to leave.

She grabbed her purse, attempting to wipe her eye makeup streaks off of her cheeks and then she quietly slipped down the stairs and towards the door. If she was quiet enough maybe her mother wouldn’t notice she was gone, and she could surely be back by morning. Well, unless what she thought was true - then she’d have to change her name and leave the country.

She took a step outside and then called her broom to her, which was normally resting in the garden shed. It flew out and she caught it in her hand and then took off into the night as she headed towards London and to her older brother’s flat. She wished her eyes would stop tearing up, though. It was making flying difficult, to say the least. What a bother.

She landed safely in a darkened area of the street, glancing around as she hid her broom and then she hurried across the street and pounded on flat #12, trying desperately to wipe any more remnants of her eyeliner and mascara off of her cheeks.

The door opened and her brother was standing there in his boxers and a t-shirt, but he looked wide awake. His hair was tousled and he definitely had a bright red hickey on his neck. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, despite the fact that she was very happy for him and the happiness he had found in his life.

“Ceres?” he said in surprise. She knew he’d be surprised, because technically fifteen year olds shouldn’t be walking around London streets alone at night, and on top of that she could rarely escape the locked tower that she lived in while her mother held the keys.

She sniffled. “Are you going to invite me in?” she asked, her voice smaller than usual, which would surely arise concern. Ceres honestly hated that she sounded so sad and choked up because she didn’t like to be a bother and she didn’t like people to be concerned about her.

“What? Oh! Yes, of course. Come in,” Curtis said as he put his hand on her shoulder and guided her in, closing the door behind them. She looked up and saw Wesley leaning out of the door to their room, his hair was tousled as well and he looked all bright eyed and lovey dovey, at least until he realized who their visitor was. That seemed to sober up the two love drunk fools pretty quickly.

“Cece?” Wesley said as he walked over, glancing at Curtis in his confusion. “Are you quite all right?”

“No,” she said honestly as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear. “Curtis, I’m really scared. I had no one else to turn to.”

Curtis’ brow furrowed and he walked her over to the dining room set and offered for her to take a seat, and then he promptly sat down as well. Wesley walked into the kitchen, seeming to recognize that it was his duty to prepare tea for them. “What are you scared of?” Curtis asked, genuine concern written all over his face. It made Ceres want to cry even more.

She chewed her lower lip, staring down at the table. “I’m...I’m late,” she said, nearly losing her voice in the process. She didn’t want Curtis to be ashamed of her. If Curtis was ashamed of her, who would she have left?

“Late?” Curtis said, and then his eyes widened. “Oh my god, Cece, you mean-”

“Yeah,” she spoke up quickly and then she looked down again. “It’s been a few days and I’m don’t know, I’m never late.”

Wesley walked over with two cups of tea and set them down and then he sat down on the other side of her. “Did you take a pregnancy test?” he asked gently.

“No. No, I’m too scared and I couldn’t do it at home, you know? Mum would find it,” Ceres sighed heavily and covered her face with her hands. “And her fifteen year old daughter isn’t supposed to be having sex.”

She felt Curtis’ hand on her back, rubbing it gently and trying to comfort her. It was comforting, but it wasn’t going to erase the problem. “Ceres, it’s okay. You’re a teenager now, it’s only natural that you’re curious and you’re going to….I mean, I wish I didn’t have to know, to be honest, but I’m here for you. I’m always here for you.” then he got up and he walked towards the bedroom. “Wesley, will you stay with her? I’m going down to the corner shop to pick up a test for her.”

“I could do it, if you like,” Wesley said as he got up, too. “You stay here with your sister. She needs you.” then he walked into the bedroom, disappearing within, and Curtis nodded and walked back over and sat down next to her again.

“So. Who is this boy that has caught your interest?” he asked gently as he watched her.

Ceres glanced up at him, grateful to see there was no judgment in his eyes. She leaned back a bit and shrugged. “He goes to Hogwarts,” she said softly. “He was cute and he liked me, so I just kinda thought...well, I wanted to.”

“You did, huh?” Curtis smiled and stroked her hair gently and then hugged her. “I’m happy for you, Cece, but did you use all possible methods of protection?”

She hugged him back. “I mean, yeah. I thought we did,” she sighed, closing her eyes. “Mum is going to murder me, Curt. She’s just going to murder me and bury me in the backyard.”

Curtis chuckled lightly and then he leaned back and got up quickly to grab a couple tissues and he handed them to her. He waved to Wesley as he left the flat to go to the corner shop, but then he turned his attention back to her. “She doesn’t have to know about this,” he said gently. “She doesn’t speak with me anymore, so obviously she’s not going to find out from me.”

“But what if I am pregnant?” Ceres asked, her voice barely audible. She didn’t want to be. She was too young. She wanted to be a mum someday, but not for like...years. Not until she was Curtis’ age, or at least until she was married.

Curtis rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t know. How about we just wait until we find out? We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he assured her.

She sighed and leaned against him. “I wish dad was here, you know,” she muttered. “I wish I had someone at home I could confide in.”

Curtis nodded and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I know,” he said softly. “I wish he was here, too. And I’m sorry you’re stuck at home with someone who doesn’t understand you, but I’m here. I’m always here. I’ll even pick you up if you ever need to escape the house, you know?”

Ceres felt her face begin to scrunch again, tears welling up and forcing their way out of her eyes. She tried hard to keep a straight face, to not go into hysterics about all of this, but she was honestly so scared. She knew what her mother was capable of, she knew her mother would just as easily disown her or ship her off to some finishing school a million miles away. And she didn’t want her mother to hate her, no matter how obnoxious her mother was. Her mother was the only parent she had and the only one she really remembered. She couldn’t lose her, too.

“Thanks,” she said as she tried to swallow her tears and then she just closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths. She had to calm down, this might all be nothing. “I’m really sorry for interrupting you and Wesley.”

Curtis waved his hand. “We spend all our evenings like this. You’re hardly an interruption. I’m glad you came to me,” he said as he smiled a bit. “Don’t feel bad, okay? Wesley doesn’t mind, either.”

“Okay,” she said with a small smile, and then a moment later Wesley walked through the door with the pregnancy test in a small bag.

“Here we are,” he said as he walked over and then handed it to her. “You’ll be all right, Ceres. We’re going to be here for you.”

Ceres smiled a bit, taking the bag and then rising to her feet and heading towards the bathroom. She glanced back once more at Curtis and Wesley and she saw them talking quietly, and she saw the concern on Curtis’ face. Then Wesley wrapped his arms around him and brought him in for a hug, and she hated herself for upsetting Curtis like this. She sighed and then slipped into the bathroom and she spent a good five minutes just staring at the bag and being unable to move.

“Please don’t be positive,” she whispered.

She heard a knock on the bathroom door after probably twenty minutes. She was finished, she’d taken the test, but she refused to look at it and she was just sitting there with her terrible thoughts. What kind of mother would she be? Would she even get the chance to be one? Would she put the baby up for adoption? How could she hide her pregnancy from her mother? What the hell was she going to do? She didn’t want to be one. She didn’t know what to do.

“Cece? Are you all right?” Curtis’ voice filtered through the door.

“I’m fine,” she said. “I just can’t look.”

“Open the door, Ceres. We’ll help you,” Wesley added.

She sighed heavily and then reached over and unlocked the door and picked up the pregnancy test. She walked out of the bathroom and then she looked at the two of them. “I’m scared,” she said. She felt like she was a broken record, but those words were the truest to her feelings.

“I know,” Curtis said with a small nod as he put his hand on her shoulder. “Would you like me to look at it? I can tell you.”

Ceres felt like her stomach was starting to churn violently and then she nodded and looked down, holding the test out to him. She was starting to feel like she couldn’t breathe and my god, why was it taking a decade for Curtis to read the damn thing? Maybe he was trying to protect her from the inevitable, maybe he didn’t want to say, ‘guess what, you’re pregnant’. Oh my god, she was going to die, because she literally felt like her lungs had just collapsed on her.

“It’s negative,” Wesley spoke up.

She looked up quickly, and she saw Curtis looking rather sheepish. “I’ve never had to read one before, sorry. I couldn’t figure out what it meant,” he said.

“I have seven other sisters, I’ve seen these before,” Wesley smiled and then he hugged Ceres and she hugged him back, relief washing over her entire body and her lungs expanded again. She could breathe. “Everything’s okay. You’re not going to be a mum. Not today, anyway.”

Ceres felt like she might cry again, but this was so embarrassing. Surely Wesley was going to think she was some kind of basket case at this point. Then she pulled back from the hug and she saw Curtis smiling at her. “I’m so sorry,” she said softly. “I’ve really been a bother tonight, haven’t I?”

Curtis frowned and then shook his head and leaned over to give her head a kiss. “I’m very glad you came to me. You’re never a bother. I want you to come over whenever you feel scared, Ceres. This is a safe place,” he said. “Isn’t that right, Wesley?”

“Quite right,” Wesley said with a smile. “But now you can sleep easier, hm?”

“Much easier,” Ceres said with a smile as she wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye. “Thank you.”

Curtis chuckled a bit and then he glanced around. “Well, it’s still quite late. I think you should stay over here, if you have no objections. We have a nice guest room and we promise not to make any noise.” he eyed Wesley, and Wesley gave him a sad puppy look, but then chuckled. They had their own language, it was amusing. What a disgusting couple. (in the nicest possible way, of course.)

“No, I better not,” Ceres said as she shook her head a bit. “Mum will send out a search party if I’m not in my bed before she wakes.”

“Well, at the very least I am going to apparate you home,” Curtis insisted and then he hurried into his room to change into some jeans and a jumper.

“You better tell your boyfriend to be more careful,” Wesley said with a wink. “Can’t have you all frightened like this anymore, can we?”

“You’re right,” Ceres agreed with a firm nod. “But he’s not really my boyfriend, you know? It’s not like I’m going to keep him. I just thought he was cute.”

Wesley chuckled and nodded. “Well, good for you, but make sure all of your boys behave for you. That’s all. You don’t need this kind of stress every time,” he said. He was really gentle and kind and Ceres appreciated it. It was like having another good big brother to look up to, except he was all pretty to look at as well. Not that her real brother wasn’t pretty, but I mean. Come on. Wesley was /pretty/.

“You bet,” Ceres said with a nod. “They’re going to do exactly what I say.”

“That’s my sister,” Curtis said as he walked out of the room, adjusting the neckline of his jumper as he walked. “She knows what’s best for her.”

Ceres smiled and then took Curtis’ hand so that they could apparate. “Yeah, I do. Thank you very much,” she said with a nod. She felt ten million times better now that she knew, but she’d certainly learned her lesson. She was not going to leave anything to chance now. She was going to make sure she was thoroughly protected from pregnancy, until she wanted to get pregnant. Which wouldn’t be for a good long time.

Wesley smiled and waved. “Say hi to your mum for me,” he said with his cheeky, dimpled smile.

Ceres rolled her eyes and then chuckled a bit and waved back to him, and then they were whizzing out of the flat and towards the manor that was quite a ways into the countryside of Midlands, England. They landed promptly outside of the driveway to the house and then Curtis let go of her hand and smiled a bit.

“This is where we part ways,” he said as he stuck his hands into his jean pockets. “Sleep well, little sis.”

“I will now,” Ceres said with a small nod. “I can’t thank you enough-”

“Ceres, you don’t have to thank me at all,” Curtis said with a small smile. “I’m just doing exactly what I want to do. Help you out and be there for you when you need me. I might not live at home anymore, but I’ll always be within your reach. Okay?”

Ceres smiled, feeling her eyes well up again. God, would these tears never stop? Today had been an overwhelming and emotional day, yes, but all of this nonsense needed to stop. “Thank you,” she said, trying not to sound tearful. “I better head in.”

“Yes, I suppose you must,” he said. “Good night. Visit again some time.” then he smiled and he disappeared a moment later, heading back to his flat and the warm embrace of the love of his life. Ah, she envied him sometimes.

She turned and hurried up the driveway and quietly opened the door, sneaking into the house as she was often accustomed to. No matter how much her mother kept the tower locked, Ceres had her ways of escaping. I mean, how else would she have a pregnancy scare during the Summer when school was out? Because she knew how to find her boy, that’s how. He wasn’t far from here, actually.

She headed up to her room, using a spell to silence her footsteps, and then she was in the safety of her room and she flopped down on her bed. She sighed with relief and then she rolled over and grabbed her magical journal, which she used specifically to contact her beaus during the Summer and all that, and she quickly sent him a message that she was okay but she had some serious talking to do with him about them being safer and all that. She knew he’d listen to her, because all her beaus listened, or else they weren’t worth her time. That was her basic rule.

Then she got up and quickly changed into her nightgown, letting her hair down, and then she laid down on her bed. Relaxation and relief washed over her again as she realized she was really going to be okay and she wasn’t going to be abandoned or thrown out of the house or sent anywhere, but this was the wake up call that she needed. She was glad that Curtis and Wesley had been there for her, too, because she might have had a breakdown without them, to be honest. And if her mother had caught any whiff of this, well it would have all been over.

She smiled as she rolled over, pulling her warm comforter over her shoulder and closing her eyes. She was so thankful that she was still a regular fifteen year old, and nothing had changed.

She’d make sure it stayed that way, too.
when the days are cold and the cards all fold
idk what the title is, I just needed to give it a title really quick.

But yeah, this popped into my head and I felt like it fit into the canon. Yaaaaay, I'm writing a little bit.

Ceres is very pretty and she likes having lots of drooling boys after her, ok. Makes her feel powerful.

and that's about it. The rest if self explanatory.

Wes belongs to imise

The Hodgkiss' are mine.
Stay Next To Me by HopefulCloud
Stay Next To Me
I'm listening to One Direction's new album and the song Ready To Run is playing, so that's why the titles are so random. And here's the only other photo from my photography endeavors this afternoon. I just got frustrated very quickly, because the lighting was being difficult (far too sunny for a November day, my goodness) and my Lightning wig is very old and ratty now, unfortunately, no matter how much I attempt to tame it. There was a lot I wasn't pleased with, so perhaps that's why I failed to smile at all LOL I'll chalk it up to being in character.
I'm Ready by HopefulCloud
I'm Ready
I just feel like I'm really missing my hobbies as my life grows busier and busier. I used to take a lot of photos, and I used to dress up and have a lot of fun doing so. I decided to do it today, but I didn't enjoy it as much as I hoped LOL being tired all of the time really puts a damper on the little joys, unfortunately, but at least I took some photos anyway. And this one showcases my favorite tattoo, to be quite honest. And I don't have any good photos of that tattoo yet, so...yipee.
Power was everything to her. It was her. Power was her existence and power was what she grew up in. Her family had always been rather powerful in the Capitol. They were technicians involved in the Hunger Games, or even Game makers themselves. Politics and security for the Capitol were also things her family dabbled in, but she never wanted to get her hands dirty. She wanted other people to get their hands dirty /for/ her.

She didn’t care much for relationships that didn’t allow for her to gain anything. From a young age she recognized that she wasn’t terribly fond of most people, and most men were sexist and obnoxious and told her she wouldn’t be capable of achieving half of what her brother would be able to, so she truly didn’t appreciate the company of most, but she could often put on her best politician face and pretend like she cared about someone. Even a man, if she had to. But she only did this because she had a goal in mind. A goal to gain the role of president in the Capitol. She knew how everything ran in the Capitol and with the Games, so why couldn’t she aim for this goal?

Well, her ridiculous, annoying, male sibling was in the way of her desired advancement. Because he was male that meant that he was apparently more intelligent and more capable. A woman shouldn’t take such a role, it might be too much strain. My god, the excuses went on and on, but their parents and family friends apparently had it in their minds that she was not to be the one to try and gain the presidency, (since now was the time because the current president was frail and dying. He’d been poisoned, she was sure) and that frustrated her to no end, but that wouldn’t stop her. Power was her last name, after all.

“Alecto, dear, you really shouldn’t put yourself to so much strain,” her mother said when she admitted her ambitions one morning during breakfast.

Her father just shook his head. “No, no, you better not. Your brother is much more suitable for the role, anyway. They’ll respect a man taking the role much more than a woman. Trust me,” he said. “I don’t want to see you hurt.”

She couldn’t believe it. Her parents, who had always told her to strive for the best, were telling her not to go after what she wanted. Oh, and she knew why. It’s because her stupid oaf of an older brother had decided that was what he wanted. He might have even been behind the poisoning, but she didn’t care. As far as she was concerned, he just did the dirty work for her. That’s how she liked it.

“I’m not going to get hurt,” she said as she continued to eat her breakfast calmly. “I’m going to win.”

Her parents glanced at each other, chuckled as though they were terribly amused, and then turned back to their breakfasts. She felt even more frustration bubble up in her chest. Why did she have to have such a useless family, anyway? Well, one day when she was the president she’d be sure that they got what they deserved for mocking her.

So, she began working and working fast. She knew there wasn’t going to be much time before the current president was dead and then her brother would easily step into that place, and there was no doubt in her mind that anyone would be bothered about it. He was good at shaking hands, putting on a smile, and promising things that he likely wouldn’t actually achieve. They’d love him and trust him and no one would question anything. Yes, she was going to have to work even faster than him, but she had a feeling that she wasn’t on his radar as any sort of competition, so that would make tripping him up a lot easier. Especially since she was going to trip him up into something that would permanently get rid of him.

Once she had decided that, she had to immediately start planning how to do it. She was going to have to enlist some help, she figured, but then if she did enlist help...well, she couldn’t have anyone knowing of any skeletons in her closet. They might try and dig up dirt on her later, after all, and that would be unacceptable. So, maybe she would have to get her hands dirty this once.

Ah, but she did have connections. She went about to her close friends who owed her many favors and she requested that they begin campaigning for her to be president, and perhaps find ways to change the minds of the public, since they seemed intent on allowing her brother to take the president’s role. If she had her friends begin to turn the tides, and then he suddenly disappeared, well it would be simple for her to take on the role. That’s surely what her brother would have wanted.

As the shady deals and such went on behind closed doors, Alecto moved forward with her plan to get rid of her brother. She considered smashing him in the head and then dumping him in his shower so it might look that he’d slipped and fallen and hit his head, but no. Too messy. She considered using poison, but that was far too simple. Everyone used poison in the political arenas. She might be accused of something if she did that. Ah, but she did have an idea. Asphyxiation. That might just do it.

So, that was her plan, and she just watched and waited for about a week. She wanted to wait until she heard some good news about her friends changing the ideals of the public towards her brother, and it seemed that things were going well. The public seemed to fancy the idea that Alecto could take the role of president, even though she was sure most of them thought it was a good idea because they might be able to manipulate her. Of course they’d be dead wrong, but they could wait until she was settled in her seat of power to figure that out, of course.

Of course her brother did catch onto the fact that she had her friends asking others to change their minds on who would be the better president and such. No doubt he was irritated, and perhaps a little amused, so she wasn’t surprised when he approached her one sunny afternoon while she was devising a plan in her brightly lit penthouse.

“I hear you’re trying to change the minds of the public,” he said with barely any ‘hello’ as he marched into her penthouse when she opened the door for him. “I’d like to know why.”

She closed the door and raised an eyebrow. “I should think it would be obvious,” she said. Why did she have to explain everything to him? He was so stupid. Or, at least he liked to play stupid. “I want to be president. I’m sure I’ve voiced this desire before.”

He laughed. “I thought it was just an idle dream. Surely you know I’m to become president. I’ve set all the ground work before me, and I’m not going to just give it all up,” he stated.

Alecto raised an eyebrow, but she smirked. “Oh, so you did poison him? I knew it,” she taunted lightly, to which he turned quite red with anger and perhaps embarrassment. He really should know better than to let such secrets slip out. Although she had guessed as much already.

“I’m not going to confirm anything,” he said absently, but then he looked at her firmly. “But I want you to back off. Stop fooling around and doing things that will only make you look foolish in the end.”

Alecto smirked and shrugged. “I think I’ll do as I please, actually. You can throw a fit, if you’d like, but it won’t affect me any,” she said simply. “I’m going to do what I’m going to do.”

“And you think you’ll defeat me? Come on. You’re a woman. No one wants a woman in office,” he scoffed.

She looked at him sharply, but then her features softened as amusement set in. She didn’t care what anyone wanted, she just knew what she wanted, and if she took her place as president then they would obviously get used to it. And his words didn’t matter, because he’d be dead sooner than later. “Ah, really? What a shame,” she said as she looked down at her perfect nails that were bright red in color. “Because they’re going to have me as their president whether they like it or not.”

He huffed and then turned to stomp out. “You’ll regret those words. I’ll make sure of it.”

She chuckled lightly. “Oh, I’m sure. Sleep well, brother.”

As the light of day faded and the bright lights of the city took over, she decided it was about time to make her move. Especially after discovering that her brother was onto her, it was about time to make sure he was silenced.

She walked with confidence and not a single amount of worry creased her brow. It was all business, and technically this was what her family did to make sure they got the position they wanted. It was normal. Just business.

When she arrived at her brother’s penthouse, which wasn’t too far from her own, she found the door unlocked. She smirked a bit because that meant her companions in this “crime” were on schedule perfectly. Alecto had a lot of talents, but she didn’t want to damage her nails by picking locks, so she’d asked one of her friend’s to do it for her, and thankfully he did without asking any questions.

Alecto walked in and looked around. The room was dark, so clearly her brother was already asleep, which was the perfect situation. She wandered towards his room and carefully peeked in and she spotted him there in his massive bed, all cocooned in his silk comforter likely dreaming of his presidency. Aha, just keep dreaming, she thought.

Then she stepped away from the door and made her way all around the penthouse to ensure all the windows were closed and there was no way for a gas leak to leak out of the penthouse. The place had to be completely closed up, and she was pleased when she realized everything seemed very closed up. Perfect.

She then she began investigating for the nearest and easiest gas pipe to damage. She had looked over blue prints of the penthouse to be able to find it, and soon enough she had. She used a few tools to cause a crack in pipe, and then she nodded and got to her feet and grimaced as the scent of gas seemed to instantly leak into the room. She glanced towards her brother’s room and then she nodded and walked away from the area, and soon enough she was out of the penthouse and on her way back home. Her brother would be dead within in a short amount of time, and then she’d take her place. Her rightful place.

Once she was safely back into her penthouse she removed her gloves, which had concealed her fingerprints of course, and then she settled into her comfortable leather chair and poured herself a glass of wine. It was time to celebrate, after all.

When she woke up the next morning, she was pleased as she noted in the newspaper that the death of her brother had been announced as a horrific accident. Ah yes, just an accident. Oh, and the president had finally died from his poisoning. How convenient. Too bad her brother couldn’t take advantage of it.

“Well, looks like it’s about time,” she said as she got to her feet and dressed up for the day. She was going to have to take her place before someone else tried to step in. She didn’t care how many heads she stepped on to get to her rightful spot, she was just excited that it was finally her time. It certainly took long enough.

“People of the Capitol, of Panem, I am pleased to give you your new president. Alecto Power,” the announcer called out in the microphone, which reverberated across the massive crowd that was waiting to see their new president.

Alecto looked perfect, as usual, but she felt like she was finally in the the right place. She felt perfect and like she was stronger than ever and she could finally do things the way she wanted to, and everyone would have to listen to her. They couldn’t brush her intelligence aside, or assume a male would be better than herself. Because she had destroyed any male that might get in her way, and she’d be glad to do it again if she had to.

“My dear people of the Capitol and of Panem,” she said as she put on a pleasant smile. She was good at working a crowd and pleasing them. She was a perfect politician. “I have taken this position in order to keep things the way that we want them to be. Our order and our comfort is important, and nothing should get in the way of all that.”

“Of course I know we are still mourning our recent losses. The previous president and my dear brother passing away so suddenly is a shock, but I know they would want me to take this role in order to keep things normal,” she smiled and gestured towards the crowd. “Trust me to give you exactly what you need, because surely I will. The Hunger Games will be as exciting as ever, and I hope you’ll see that I am the best choice for the presidency.”

The crowd erupted into cheers and shouts of joy. Alecto smirked because it was always so easy to change the minds around her. This was how she knew she belonged here, because it was so easy for her. It was what she was meant to do. Then she turned and shook the hand of the man who had announced her arrival, and then she turned and walked away from the balcony and into the interior. The clack of her heels on the marble, white floor echoed down the hall and might warn anyone of her arrival, even if they likely wouldn’t be prepared.

Then she walked into her office and settled down in her deep leather chair behind her heavy wooden desk. She smirked and folded her hands on her desk. She couldn’t wait for what was to come. She knew she was going to enjoy herself here, and was going to stay here for many years. She wouldn’t be tripped up by poison or traps, no. She was far too smart for all that.

“Finally,” she said as she nodded. She had arrived. And she wasn’t going to leave.
Power Is Her Name
3. make up anything you want about the President, a backstory or some story involving her, I kinda got nothing on her so I'm down to see what someone else can reflect on the character

This is my part for an art trade with :iconthehungergamesoct: for :kaalashnikov:

That is the prompt above, and this is what I managed to make from it. I don't know if it's any good, but I enjoyed writing it a lot. I didn't have anything to go off of, since she's quite the mystery, but I had a lot of fun making up my own ideas and coming up with a little bit of backstory. I hope you like it, Ron! I don't know how great it is, but I hope you enjoy it at the very least! <3

Alecto belongs to kaalashnikov
Being up early was common in the poorer districts, but especially in District 10 where they raised livestock, it was impossible to sleep too late into the morning considering the cows and other animals would wake you with their hungry cries, but the caretakers of the livestock knew better than to wait for the animals to tell them when they were hungry. If they didn’t do their job, they’d end up suffering for it in one way or another.

Morke, a young girl who lived in the District, didn’t have to bother with taking care of the animals, though. When she was younger, that was what she did everyday to help her family, but now she had her own family to take care of. She was only eighteen, but she had a son who had just turned four and a boyfriend who practically demanded her constant affection, and thrived off her attention. It wasn’t easy having to grow up so quickly, but she had learned to deal with it. Somewhere back in her mind she knew it was her own rebellion that had caused her young motherhood. Not that she’d ever change anything, because her son was her world. But she could definitely live without her boyfriend on most days.

“Morke, I’m going out now,” Tox, her boyfriend, said as he approached and leaned down to kiss her dark skinned cheek.

She leaned back and looked up at him with a raised brow. “I’m trying to make my son breakfast right now. Can’t you leave without begging for a kiss?” she questioned. She was not an affectionate woman, by any means, and after the pregnancy she had become even less affectionate. Let’s be honest, she just didn’t want to ever go through such a dreadful experience as giving birth was ever again.

“I was just-” then he sighed, as he always did, just like a pathetic little man. “I’m sorry.” then he walked over and ruffled Triste’s hair and a moment later he was out the door without another word. Well, that’s more like it.

“Daddy is ridiculous, isn’t he?” Morke said as she set down the small bowl of mush for her son. It was supposed to be oatmeal, just wasn’t. Being poor, they had to make due with whatever they had for food, and Morke was unfortunately from one of the poorest families in the District. And now she’d been kicked out of her already poor home and was under the roof of an equally poor boy, who happened to be her boyfriend. So, her luck wasn’t really great when it came to riches, but her son didn’t seem to mind. He ate whatever was in front of him, otherwise he’d just go hungry, and he knew that by now.

“Do I have to see Gramma today?” Triste asked in his little voice as he attempted to shovel the mush into his mouth.

Despite being kicked out of the house, Morke was the only daughter of her family that had given her parents a grandchild, and her mother couldn’t deny how much she had wanted to be a grandmother so she often allowed Triste to spend days over at her home while Morke worked as a meat carver and butcher in a shop to earn extra money for the family. It wasn’t much, but it helped them survive.

“No, you can stay with Mommy today,” Morke said as she started to clean up around the small room. She didn’t do much cleaning, because the place was always dirty to some extent, and they didn’t have a lot to clean up because the place was basically empty other than essential pieces of furniture, but she liked to keep herself busy. “Don’t you like to watch Mommy while she works?”

“I guess,” Triste said as he shrugged his shoulders rather dramatically.

Morke put a hand on her hip and looked at him. “I don’t want to keep relying on Gramma to help me, Triste. She’s not very nice,” she stated. She had a fear in the back of her mind that her mother might try to take Triste from her, and of course she still resented both of her parents for throwing her out of the house while she was pregnant. They claimed it was because they couldn’t add another child to a house already so full, since Morke has five other sisters, but Morke knew deep down that it was them punishing her for getting pregnant outside of marriage. It’s not like she knew what was going to happen when she had sex with Tox, she just wanted to feel grown up. She knew for a fact that four out of the five other sisters had slept with men, but none of them had gotten pregnant. But whatever. She just didn’t want them to think she needed them, because she definitely did not.

“It’s okay Mommy, I’ll stay with you. I’m sorry,” Triste said as he finished up his mush and then slipped off the wooden stool. “Should I get my shoes?”

“Yes, get your shoes,” Morke said with a nod, and then Triste wandered over to a corner of the room where his shoes laid and he sat down and struggled to put them on himself. Morke watched him with a smile, because she really did love her son. He was the only person in the entire stupid world that hadn’t let her down.

“I got ‘em!” Triste exclaimed as he hopped to his feet and ran up to Morke, holding his hand out to take her hand.

“What a good boy,” Morke said with a nod as she took his hand and then grabbed her scarf, which was worn and tattered, and then walked out into the chilly morning air.

She walked through the District, ignoring most everyone as she walked. She rarely interacted with other people, because none of them mattered to her. That’s just how she was. She only spoke to people if she had a purpose to, otherwise they just didn’t matter. Triste walked quickly at her side, holding onto her hand and his bright brown eyes just taking in all the sights around him. He was still a care-free child, but Morke knew his constant exposure to their poor lifestyle and how the Capitol lorded over them would eventually bring out the bitterness that was just waiting to enter his innocent soul. It happened to everyone in the poor districts eventually. It was just a matter of time.

She then walked into the butcher shop where the lesser pieces of meat were left behind for anyone who could afford such things in the district. Morke had always been skilled with knives for cleaning and butchering and preparing meats, since her father taught her at a young age, and that skill was paying for itself thankfully.

“Hello,” Morke said to the shopkeeper as she walked in. “I hope you don’t mind that Triste is with me today.”

“No, not at all. He’s a sweet little thing. And well behaved, too. He’s welcome here any time,” the woman said with a chuckle and a smile as she waved to Triste.

Morke gave a brief smile and then she disappeared into the back room where slabs of meat were left for her to cut and prepare to be sold. She sighed and removed her scarf and hung it on a peg in the room and then she looked at Triste. “Go and sit,” she said as she gestured to a stool that sat in the corner of the room. “Hopefully the day won’t be too long.”

Triste nodded and did as he was told and sat quietly on the stool and just looked around the room, fidgeting and twitching when he got too bored. Morke did feel guilty that Triste couldn’t have fun and play while he was here, and that was why she had chosen to let him spend time with his Gramma, but she just didn’t trust her parents not to take Triste from her. Ah well. At least he was well behaved.

She picked up her knives, working carefully and precisely, and yet with a quickness that only one who had a lot of experience with butchering could do. Her face was concentrating fully and it wasn’t long before she was done with the first slab of meat. She had one more to do before she could go home, and she looked over and saw Triste sitting on the floor and watching some ants as they crawled across the rickety wooden floor. She still had a few hours ahead of her before the day would be done, and she wasn’t sure how much longer Triste could sit still for.

“Morke! Tox is here!” the shopkeeper called.

“Tox?” he didn’t come to visit her at work very often, so she was pretty confused, to be honest.

“Daddy!” Triste exclaimed happily as he ran out of the room and jumped into his dad’s arms.

Morke walked out and crossed her arms. “What are you doing here?”

“Just seeing how your day was going,” Tox said as he held Triste and patted his back. “I went to your parents’ house to pick up Triste but she said he never came there, so I wanted to see if you wanted me to take him home.”

Morke bristled, because she was very protective of Triste, even though Tox was trustworthy, obviously. He was actually very kind and good and an amazing father, but Morke didn’t like it when Triste was out of her sight for too long. “I still have a few hours here,” she said slowly.

Tox nodded. “I know. I figured you could use a break, and he could use a break,” he said as he bounced Triste in his arms gently. “Do you want to come home with daddy?”

“Yes!” Triste exclaimed as he hugged his dad.

Morke grimaced and then she rolled her eyes. “Fine. I guess if he wants to go, then you can take him,” she muttered. She didn’t like it, but she couldn’t deny her son whatever would make him happy.

“I got some bread and a little bit of chicken meat for dinner,” Tox said as he smiled a bit. “I’ll have it prepared for when you get home.”

“You got some meat? Wow, is it payday already?” Morke said as she raised an eyebrow. Meat was often too expensive for poor families, even in a district that’s product was livestock. The livestock wasn’t theirs, after all. It was for the Capitol.

“Mhm,” Tox said. “Well, I’ll be waiting for you at home, then.”

“I love you, mommy!” Triste said as he waved, and then the two of them disappeared out of the shop.

“Ah, Morke. When are you going to marry that boy? He’s a keeper,” the shopkeeper said with a fond sigh.

Morke just frowned and glared at her. “Never,” she said and then she turned and went to get back to work. She wanted to finish so she could hurry and get home. She was annoyed again, because she hated it when people asked her when she was going to marry Tox. Maybe she was never going to marry Tox, okay? She was stuck with him while Triste grew up, sure, but she didn’t intend to give her life over to this man. Unless her feelings towards him changed drastically in the next few years, then she was never going to marry him. She would be happily unattached, just watching her son grow up and taking care of him. That’s all she wanted.

When she walked home, she wrapped her scarf around her head for more warmth. She hoped the food would still be warm when she arrived home, but it didn’t really matter. Food was food, and apparently Tox managed to make himself useful and get some actual good food for them. Finally he was being a proper man.

When she arrived at their small little shack, she hurried in and went to sit in front of the warm stove. This was usually what she did upon arriving home, since lately the weather had been getting colder.

“Mommy!” Triste exclaimed as she hurried over and jumped on her, hugging her tightly. “Daddy made a good dinner! You need to eat.”

Morke smiled brightly and hugged him, kissing his head. “Yes, yes. I’ll eat in just a moment. Mommy needs to warm up. It’s quite cold out there,” she said.

“Your plate is still sitting by the stove,” Tox spoke up from where he was sitting. He looked exhausted and much older than he actually was. For some reason he was already getting wrinkles, but he was only 19. They weren’t serious wrinkles, or anything, but just little lines where he smiled or frowned and across his forehead. It was amazing how hard work and lack of proper nutrition could age a person.

“Thank you,” Morke said in a colder tone. She stood up and then took the plate and sat at the table to eat. Triste crawled up onto her lap and she hugged him even as she kept eating. She was very grateful for the food that Tox had been able to get for them, but she wasn’t going to tell him as much. She didn’t want him to have power over her.

When dinner was finished she carried her son to his little room which was very small, but it was the best they could do. He settled into his bed, but he looked at her. “Can’t I be up for five more minutes?” he would always ask this, just like a curious child. Morke never knew what he wanted to be awake for. It’s not like he’d be missing anything.

“No, dear, you better not,” Morke said as he stroked his hair and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Goodnight.” then she walked out of the room and shut the door and finally let her hair down from the bun it had been forced to remain in for the entire day.

“Did you have a good day?” Tox asked as he sat down on his side of the bed. He wore a thin, off white shirt and a pair of pants that were made of worn material, which made it soft enough to sleep in. Morke shed her layers of clothing as well until she finally pulled on an old nightgown that had been a hand me down from one of her sisters years ago.

“Why do you ask me that? The days are long and miserable, Tox. Everything is the same,” she snapped as she laid down on her side of the bed and pulled a worn old quilt over herself. Everything was worn and old in this house. She longed for new and exciting.

Tox smiled a bit and he laid next to her, wrapping an arm around her. Morke wanted to push him away most days, but while it was starting to get cold outside his warmth was actually necessary. “I’m sorry. I wish I could make things different for you,” he said softly. “I know you want beautiful things, and you deserve all of those things. It’s just not easy.”

“I know it’s not easy. I’ve been poor my whole life,” Morke said as she glanced at him. “We’re in District 10. We’re destined to be poor. That’s just it.”

“I suppose. Unless someone wins the Hunger Game’s. Then, at least, we’d have a few more resources,” Tox said as he shrugged a bit.

“Maybe you should have volunteered while you could,” Morke sneered. “I only have this year and then I’m finally out of the running.”

“How many times is your name there?” Tox whispered. He sounded worried, but Morke thought he was foolish. She hadn’t been chosen so far, what would change that now?

“Other than the eighteen times? No more than that,” she said. “Don’t worry so much. It’s disgusting.”

Tox sighed and she felt him hug her just a little tighter, as if he was afraid of losing her. Morke could not understand his attachment to her, especially since she worked so hard to put up barriers between them. She cared for him, sure, but not like he cared for her. She was positive she could never love someone the way that Tox loved her.

“I’m just scared, you know? If you got picked, I’d be so sad,” Tox said.

Morke pushed his arm away and rolled over to look at him. “Tox, stop. These late night confessions are completely unnecessary,” she said. Tox sighed and shrugged a bit. He was used to being told to back off. “You know how I feel about emotionally driven conversations.”

“You hate them.”

“I hate them.”

They laid there quietly just looked at each other for a long moment, and then Tox nodded and closed his eyes. “I just love you. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to talk about it so much,” he said. Morke figured he should be used to his love being spurned by now. If it wasn’t for Triste, they wouldn’t be together right now no matter how much he loved her. He needed someone that could love him back, but for now...well, it was convenient.

“Yes, please don’t,” Morke said as she rested her head on the flat pillow and closed her eyes. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

The Perfect Storm
This is a little introduction to the character I plan to use for :iconthehungergamesoct:

Morke is the one (pronounced Mor-kay). So yeah. I like her a lot, she's an old OC of mine. The whole family is actually and I love them dearly. So, I thought it'd be fun. I don't know what else to say, but I am quite excited to write her Reaping and all that, but I felt like some backstory might be fun, too. Gives a bit more insight to why she is the way she is and into her family as well. I always enjoy it.

Morke belongs to me. Hopefully you'll be voting for her in the future!

(This is assuming she ends up in D10, but it will be edited if she doesn't end up there but perhaps ends up in a different district depending on how many entries there are. :heart: )


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i have your EXACT same shirt ;3; scary.
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