. whatever happens | aya

Vespasian Athenry—

Dedication was something that Vespasian lacked in his career training. He envisioned himself as a victor, but had no desire to actually work for it. Self-indulgent tendencies often conflicted with that desire, but Vesp could never think of any reason to correct them. After all, it wasn't as if he were actually in the Hunger Games to see the results of his lazy training schedule. He found it difficult to correct something that he couldn't actually see the error in himself; he ignored most of the people who pointed it out to him, anyhow, as they were below his notice.

Normally, he would try and locate his mates and hit up the town, but they each had some excuse as to why they could not go out and raise a little hell. He would even have resorted to hanging out with his eleven-year-old sister, but she too was busy — actually training. Vespasian probably should be doing so as well, but he was really not in the mood. So instead, he wandered about town. He considered heading to the store that usually supplied his friends with liquor when they desired it, but his stock did not need replenishing.

Without company, Vesp didn't really know what do do with himself. He was next to never by himself, because he didn't like it. He couldn't operate too well without feeding off of other people. He stopped his brief and purposeless stroll to lean against a storefront after verifying that the wall wouldn't coat his jacket with dirt, and watched the few people that wandered through. He wasn't exactly alone save for the walkers, though — a drunk-looking character had taken residence on a nearby bench. Completely bored, he called out, "Oi!" but aside from that, he didn't have much to say.