#johnmeme

His Name Is John

[ SMS ; Doctor Johnny ] N O T H I N G

[ SMS ; Doctor Johnny ] OKAY I AM IN YOUR WARDROBE GET RID OF HIM

[ SMS ; Doctor Johnny ] holy shit does he know

[ SMS ; Doctor Johnny ] i couldn’t find my shirt i am hiding in yours dont let him in

[ SMS ; Doctor Johnny ] tell him you haven’t seen me 

Her clothes were damp. Drizzle settled in on her hair setting a chill through her bones that somehow seemed appropriate for the reaping. She held her sisters hand tight, her fingers laced together in what was supposed to be a comforting gesture. The only time Alex held Moira’s hand was always here - in this crowd where it felt like maybe if she clung on tight enough they couldn’t be torn apart. Most of the crowd of girls were staring for the stage, or at the younger set to the front where a chorus of sniffles could be heard.

They were lucky, the kids of District Two. There was usually some hot shot who wanted to try their luck after a year or two training, or the career schools had chosen a favourite likely to win the games altogether. Even still, for the smaller children the weight of what was about to happen must be sinking in.

The microphone buzzed to life, and Alex tuned out from the same speech they heard every year from a metal clad escort. Instead she focused on the back of her brothers head, standing on her far left. He stood there, with Severin a few rows in front trying to puff his chest out. Trying to seem brave. It was Sebastian’s last year in the reaping, if he could make it though this one then they would be safe. The rest of them might have to go through it a few more times but he’d be able to finish his peacekeeping training and they’d have enough money to only have their names in once each. You could pick people out in the crowd who came from the south side of town where they called home through a mixture of darned clothing and scruffy coats.

She had tuned out for so long that only Moira’s gasp of “no” brought her rushing back to life. “What?”“No - no, not…”

The stern hands were in her shoulders before she triggered what was happening, fighting against their grip as they pulled her towards the stage. “I wasn’t doing anything, I didn’t… What the bloody hell…”

But by the time she hit the foot of the steps it was beginning to sink in. They must have called her name. And that meant one thing to her, Sebastian wasn’t safe. He’d shout out and volunteer for her sake, he couldn’t let her walk to her death knowing that maybe the rest of her family would be alright. He had to keep her safe.

She couldn’t really see through her watery eyes, through sheer stubbornness she wouldn’t let herself cry. She was expecting it when the shout came from the boys side of the crowd but it didn’t sound like her brother. It sounded like…

John. Wiping her eyes harshly in her sleeve she watched as John pushed past Sebastian, muttering something as he made his way to the small wooden platform without hesitating. She wasn’t sure if she was more relieved of furious, there wasn’t really time to make things out for sure as bodies pushed her towards the entrance of the Justice building. They moved in silence to a room just left off of the entrance, Alex and John shoved in and locked there without instruction.