Every district within Panem had tested his patience.
District One. Where their luxury items were taken for granted inside the Capitol, where their shining personalities never went unnoticed. Harbor kept gazing off at the numerous amounts of shops as he went, his focus elsewhere but his feet working their way towards the stage, eyes vacant of anything but remorse. He climbed the steps, forcing a gentle smile onto his face as he took his place on the stage; his fingers were pressed into his palm, instilling a confident posture within those that took his presence in. He looked over at the two other stages, absorbing the final images of Onyx, and then Precious. Harbor snarled at the picture of the younger Career, taking a deep breath before delivering his speech.
District Two. The air in this district was different as he left the train, maybe due to the fact that District Two was surrounded by mountains, but he could never lose sight of how magnaficient it became with every step he took into district boundaries. He remained stoic, although his interest in the rocky district was clear inside his own head, which he keep to himself while taking the familiar stride up the stairs, setting himself into his spot, his eyes grazing over the final images of Brawny and Aventurine, and then going on with the prepared speech. Just as he was about to close, someone drew out in a shrill laugh that echoed through the crowd. Harbor rolled his eyes, unaffected by the bitterness that District Two held onto and choosing to go silent when a Peacekeeper marched on over to force silence upon the disturbance.
He watched the Peacekeeper slam the man onto his back, gun pointed down at his face. The civilians of District Two were running, scattering in different directions. Harbor could feel a hand snake onto his shoulder, to pry him away from the scene, but he shook it off and ventured closer to the edge to see the headless carcass of a citizen. Harbor didn't realize that his presence could invoke such behavior, but it was the man's choice to condemn the boy from Four. And with that in mind, he took his leave.
District Three. Their technology was suburb here, most of it given to the Capitol, but still very much appreciated and used. Harbor could only look to the fact that they had produced a stupid tribute who thought she could mouth off against Persephone and win, and a younger tribute that merely got in the way of the Careers. He took his place on the stage, looking out to the images of their tributes. Half way into the speech about the tributes from Three, Harbor could feel relief washing over him. He hadn't been responsible for killing either tributes from Three, however, he did take part in both murders. Suddenly, everyone in the crowd began to look away, giving their attention to something possibly more interesting than the same, repetitive speech the Victor gave.
When he, too, looked over to the distraction, Harbor saw a woman; her features were constricted with hurt, her body on the ground, and with Peacekeepers marching over to tend to the problem - he didn't even care anymore. It was no skin off his bones to have them cut this short, and so he turned away, walking off the stage. His eyes carrying a vacant fuck for this Victory Tour as a whole.
District Four was immediately skipped for the end, earning a scowl from Harbor, but he knew home could wait a little longer. He just didn't know if he, himself, could do the same thing.
District Five. Harbor held no care for the boy from Five, he didn't even know him, and was dead on the first day. When he looked over at the image of the younger girl, his lips twitched into an immediate frown. "She did well for a girl her age, I have to give her that." It that was little thing that kept his mind from spiraling into insults, so that ended his journey in the district that produced power.
District Six. A grimy place to begin with, but none of that really mattered as much as the smell of oil drifted in the air. Harbor sighed, slipping onto the stage and finding that he really didn't know either of their tributes. Nothing he could say would ever matter when he didn't have a hand in their murder or a foot closer to knowing them personally.
District Seven. This place held millions of trees, as far as he could see, which looked just as amazing with every minute he caught the sun peering down on the pines. Harbor only knew the male for this district, but not as well as he had hoped. He was Harbor's third kill in the Hunger Games as well, which left him responsible for District Seven not being able to produce a Victor.
District Eight. Harbor dreaded coming here, because stepping out drew every bit of anger from his body and into his posture, his jaw was clenched as he made his way up there on the stage. In front of the whole district, Harbor could say that he basically radiated hate for the home that Thread Thimbleston was produced from. When he gazed at the picture of the fallen male tribute, he grew livid with himself, for letting the boy get away and for letting that little girl get the best of him. But she was adorable and so very innocent, Harbor would never forget her. If she hadn't interfered though, Thread would have been Harbor's kill. It drove him crazy just standing there too, waiting for the words to fall out so he could leave, but his eyes drew closed for a moment, coming right to the end of his speech. "Pup.." He trailed off, finding the right words inside his head. "I can honestly tell he loved you. He was so determined to make it, just for you, and that makes him a greater man than I can truly explain in detail," then that was it, Harbor stalked off the stage in a quiet manner, eyes opening to the bright sun and almost wondering if Thread was here, and could understand why the Victor from Four was so angry with him.
District Nine. Somehow, Harbor had been capable of killing both their tributes. This making them his first and second kill of the Hunger Games. He didn't know either of them, but one he had so brutally murdered by hacking away into his back and the other was taken from the world with just one swipe of his axe. This place held a lot of hate for him, and maybe he could understand, but it wasn't like he had a choice. There was a difference between life and death, after all.
District Ten. Probably the only district that gave off the most foul smell possible. It was no wonder their children this year resembled one of a toad and the other a deranged dolphin with a really ugly face. The smell must have gotten to them both. Harbor could wipe this district off the back of his foot since he had no idea what happened to these tributes in the first place.
District Eleven. He remembered trying to kill their girl, and allying with the boy. Unfortunately, he got no where near murdering their female. It didn't really matter anyway, because he could honestly say that their male was a strong ally, and Harbor could only be grateful for his assistance when it came to the finale. They had made a deal after all, which had made the boy from Eleven keep to his word in helping defeat Precious and Brawny.
District Twelve held no significance, either. Harbor tried killing their female, which didn't work, and Harbor was present for the boy's murder, but had no actual part in it. Maybe he did have a part, by standing there and watching him get slaughtered. To him though, he walked in at the wrong time.
Finally, Harbor Stark was back in District Four. The bright sun fell on him, a ray of sunlight was beaming down on him, spreading his senses wide with joy and the sounds of the familiar beach water working its way up on the shore began to be some sort of song. Harbor enjoyed walking its boundaries again, the bright faces of the civilians greeting him and then taking his place on stage to look up at Persephone's own stage. No one stood up there, but Harbor remembered her mentioning a father as well. Why didn't he come? Did he not care for his daughter? Harbor sighed, leaving his place to hop off the stage and walk over to his fallen, tribute counter part's platform. He didn't stand though, just sat down on the edge, looking over his district with a neutral gaze. He came short of a glimpse of Siren, the girl he would soon encounter. A smile graced his lips at the thought, taking his time in letting his speech wind through his home. Tide had probably left him by now to take care of the trash, which was the only malicious thought that ran through his head after giving District Four the usual speech.
After five days of living on the edge, thriving on self doubts on whether or not he would return to District Four. Harbor was grateful to be just standing, breathing even, because he was no longer surrounded by danger - but of the calming waves, the warm air and bright sun that would awake him every day for the rest of his life. If he was lucky enough, Tide would be right there with him. He could smile, breathe or talk. Any of that could easily make his day more tolerable. Everything about his fiance could make life a little more tolerable when he thought about it.
Luck. It seemed that it didn't take much to bring his spirits down, because with realizing such a word, he fell short of his confidence. Thankfully, the Victory Tour was done and Harbor could no longer feel the looming threat of the Hunger Games on his shoulders.
I tried to throw it away,
I tried to burn it like a photograph
But when I close my eyes, I see it in my mind
Like it's happening
I got so good at the game,
No one could tell that I was faking sane
I guess I still survived, but this grudge was mine
I couldn't bear to watch it shine
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