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static whispers and rumours on the wind { felicity/lionel} Feb 5, 2024 1:47:55 GMT -5

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Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Feb 5, 2024 1:47:55 GMT -5

l i o n e l .

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The sound of my heart racing in my chest was deafening. Sweat beaded on my brows and my stomach twisted uncomfortably as I made quick and hurried steps to the quiet quiet, shadowed corner of the training room. It seemed to be a forgotten area, piles of old sweaty clothes discarded in the corner and the air tasted somewhat stale.

Clutched beneath my shirt, and tightly against my chest, was one of the rarely unattended walkie talkie that had been oh so temptingly left on a table beside the knife throwing station. I had taken one look at it and before I knew what I was doing I had snatched it up before fleeing like a coward for the shadows. It was a reckless and dangerous design that would have had the old me squawking at me like I was a stranger. And in many way I may as well have been.

Taking a deep, calming, breath I pull the walkie talkie from beneath my shirt and pull my knees in close to my chest, shielding the device as I stared down with it. There was still a slight tremble in my fingers and for a long moment I just stare at it thinking what the hell have I done. It most likely would take long for the trainer t realise it was missing, and I would need to be smart about getting it out of here without being caught. though... I could always just return it without being noticed- no. No I would not return it, because fuck them and fuck the rules. I was going to die for them, because of them, so I they owed it to me to be able to live a little before hand.

Static sounds from the device and I curse, curling my body around it to muffle the sounds as I look around me cautiously. Deeming my surroundings safe I peel myself away from the device, fiddling with the buttons a little. I didnt know too much about how they worked, but I did know that you needed to find a the correct channel that would make the communication between multiple devices clear. Flicking the button another burst of static causes my body to tightened quickly followed by a piercing squeal which had my curses become much more colourful and edged.

This time when I look up to scan my surroundings I am not alone. "Well, shit," I mumble as I shove the device up my shirt once more, though I did not doubt the girl had already seen it. Clearing my throat, I force myself to grin up at her with an innocence that I hoped would come across as charming, if not endearing.

"Well, looks like you caught me," I shrug as I force my shoulders to relax a little. "Before you go running to one of the fools in white, hear me out." I gesture towards a peacekeeper to our right before returning my gaze to her. "Help me fix it, and I'll share."

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static whispers and rumours on the wind { felicity/lionel} Feb 7, 2024 17:48:05 GMT -5

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Feb 7, 2024 17:48:05 GMT -5

Kid from Five is being weird.

That's the first thing I notice. Can't really explain it, but there's something about the shift to his eyes, the curl of his shoulders around himself. He takes one furtive glance around the room before keeping his eyes on the ground in front of his feet, and if you ask me, that's the sort of behavior that seriously just encourages people like me to follow in your wake.

Abandoning the knot I've been pretending to figure out is as close to a no-brainer as it gets. This whole pretending to be another degenerate, strung out kid from Three is starting to make me feel like my skin has flayed itself and walked away out of sheer boredom, but thus far it's mostly let me hang out in dark corners unbothered by the vapid violence enacted by bullies masquerading as potential bed partners. For now, there's something to be said for that one.

Pocket a screwdriver here, slightly unscrew one of the left legs on every table in the room until they wobble, just slightly. One wrong screw always wrecks havoc on the whole structure.

Couldn't do shit like that if everyone in here kept coming up to me.

I'm definitely going to cave and go up to Isolde soon though. Sage, too, most likely; I definitely saw them hanging around each other earlier, and Sage definitely looks like one of those kids that's always carrying something. Between the two of them, I'd bet the day someone lets me go back to Six that there's access to a joint in there somewhere.

Slugging the rest of the Nuclear Winter H8ERADE, I let the lines of rope clatter to the mat and toss the empty can towards one of the trash bins. The metal can hits rim and bounces a few times before clattering to the ground, but I keep walking, curiosity getting the best of me. Five rounds a corner, and I almost lose him around another, but there's only so far to go when you're locked in a cage together, all the exits are being watched. I linger by the plants station for a moment and peer around a bit, but the familiar sounds of static thrumming on the air gives him away after a moment.

Suspicious, I linger at a close distance and try to look over his shoulder at what he's doing. I press my lips together watching as he fiddles with different buttons and a little lever, and I'm instantly buzzing. He's got some sort of a handheld transceiver in his hands, definitely two-way, but the short antenna says its likely meant for close range comms. I catch sight of the little logo that registers it as probably belonging to one of the ugly white coats standing guard back in the Training Center and my stomach flips over itself just as his thumb hovers right over the emergency alert button.

Hand to my torso, I'm cackling when he finally thinks to look around again.

"Yeah, I think you're lucky the whole room didn't hear that," I try to smother the laughter, but I end of burping instead, quick and loud, which makes me pause for half a second before I burst out laughing again. "Maybe that'll cover your tracks."

Taking a few steps towards him, my nose scrunches at the smell. The space smells like musty sweat and stale socks, and I glance around.

"Is this the fucking lost and found? You're sick for that, but I think a deal can be made." I crouch down right next to him, and pull the screwdriver I pocketed out, grasping it loosely in one palm before reaching out the other hand. "Hi, Sick, I'm Felicity."

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static whispers and rumours on the wind { felicity/lionel} Feb 14, 2024 8:50:00 GMT -5

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Post by lionel estrada d5 ᥫ᭡ kiah on Feb 14, 2024 8:50:00 GMT -5

l i o n e l .

* * *

She's laughing at me.

And its not like a cute little giggle that Caroline used to throw my way after a joke that would of had Jeffery howling had he of heard it. Or a flirty little one that Lidia threw my way when she wanted my attention which always seemed to be focus on 'work' she would complain. She didn't get it. No one did, or had, i should say. Thinking about work had my skin feeling a little too tight, and itchy even, as I remember the meeting that was supposed to change my life... Fuck... I had to let it go. It was not my problem, not anymore.

It was the type of laugh that was meant to be 100% an my expense.

I watch her for a moment, and I couldn't be sure that my cheeks hadn't flushed from what? Shame? Embarrassment? I don't know. But I did know that I didn't like it and I cross my arms across my chest and raise a brow at her in a way that would suggest are you done yet?

"Yeah, I think you're lucky the whole room didn't hear that." And than she is stifling her laughter and she burps and I can't understand for the life of my why but suddenly I am thinking damn, that was cute. And I am pretty sure my cheeks are now flushed for a totally different reason. And now she belly laughing- at me- and I can't stop the stupid smile that has pulled back my lips.

I shouldn't be smiling at her like that, and I remind myself that she was laughing at me, but the smile just grows until I am looking over her shoulder, "are you trying to alert every fool in white that we are here?" It was supposed to sound accusatory, but my voice lacks hardness as I deem us safe from any curious eyes.

She is crouching in front of me now, her nose scrunching as she takes in the piles of dirty stale laundry, "is this the fucking lost and found?" And I shrug at her, attempting to block out the stench that was surrounding us. "You're sick for that, but I think a deal can be made." One hand digs through her pocket for a moment, the other is thrust towards me, "Hi, Sick, I'm Felicity."

Sick. I give her a flat look at the nick name she had selected before I take her hand, shaking it once, "Belcher, did you say? Nice to meet you. I'm Lionel." After another moment I had her the walkie talkie, "I cant seem to get a channel that docent sound like fingers nails on a chalk board," I eye the screwdriver she had fished out of her pocket, "I assume you know how to use that thing? Or do you plan to stab me with it in the dark? Get rid of a fellow competitor?"