Another Day (open)

Gunnar had obviously been walking completely absorbed in his business. That noise he heard? The girl who fell. Where was he headed? Straight over her. Like a clumsy kid he tried to avoid the inevitable at the last moment and just like that, wide eyed, fell down too. His note pad was, once again, ruined. His face though remained neutral, after all, it was paper and an honest mistake. He stood up and brushed himself off, before actually realizing what happened. His normally very polite self was halted until he heard a kind Samaritan offer the girl some help.

"Oh no, I'm so sorry. Probably my fault really." He spoke as he turned to the two people. He was in mid brush as he spoke so his hands began to descend to offer some assistance, but backed them off when it was clear that this other person had it under control. Feeling a tad useless, he turned back to collect his dropped things.

"I'm in no rush if need anything, uh..." His faced scrunched a moment, then it dawned on him. "Oh right, names. Call me Gunnar." He laughed awkwardly with an outstretched hand for a... handshake or something. To be honest, today he wasn't a people person. In his head he was a bit preoccupied with his mental project, that really had no meaning to his life at all.

"Well ah, hello Wirick." He gave a weak smile, he attempted to bounce back as best he good. "Nice to meet you." He looked over to the girl who had gotten up from her fall and his slightly embarrassing trip. His cheeks reddened slightly, while he apologized again.

"What brings you two out here? It doesn't quite seem like Wirick here has seen the light of day in weeks." He chuckled jokingly, although in his head he began to become more convinced it was probably closer to the truth. It wasn't really a surprise, if you weren't an intelligent techy holed up in your home when in District Three, all you would get is a raised eye brow before the questioner themselves would get back to work. Everyone was a techy, weather or not they wanted to be one. This was one of Gunnar's greatest hates in regards to the Capitol. It showed up slightly on his face as he thought of it, but it vanished just as quick.


"I don't mean to brag but... since you people are here I'd like to show you what I've drawn. Or at least, what I tried to draw on my way down here." Another kind laugh as he sorted to find some of his more finished products. He pulled out one paper out of dozens of others, either crinkled up or discarded as a major unrepairable mistake. Or perhaps he simply did not want a commoner letting the Peacekeepers out on his thoughts. There was nothing worse and frightening than a notion that such a thing could some day actually exist. Perhaps it already does.


Regardless, his discarded 'master pieces' included many varying themes, and apparent uses. The one he showed them was a rough draft, titled "Lightning Hands." It was merely a doodle that eventually ran rampant in his mind until he could make a more revised and an easier design to manufacture and build with the greatest discretion. This was fairly over complicated being as in the little doodle he would want to fit in as much as possible, but essentially it consisted of a large Battery back pack with wires protruding form it to be coiled around the arms into metal gloves with arcing tips at the finger. He had label few things, but the things he deemed important to remember were largely the safety precautions, such as rubber lining where the electrified wires and metal would be touching the skin. Anything else would be far too much information to have the risk of seeing.


It was nothing really, a mere fantasy. But he had indeed, at least in his head, refined the idea into something more practical, and easier to hide from Peacekeepers. He had a sudden moment of fear though, of these too. How could he be such a dolt as to show them anything before even meeting him? He was obviously very distracted with this, and far too excited. It had been set up by him before as a general rule never to become too interested in his own works, least it frames him in a way that appears like a traitor.


"Don't tell anyone. Swear to me you won't. It was a mistake to show you any of these. I know you may think they are doodles, but they have gotten me in a great heap of trouble before. I'd rather not repeat that, a barely made it out by the skin of my teeth last time!" He hoped that these people share similar sympathies toward the Capitol. If not, he could very well be in trouble. What would he do then? He can't stop them from speaking, no more than the Capitol tell Gunnar what to, and what not to think. The Wirick kid didn't look nearly as healthy as he could be (but then again you could argue that about anyone in the District), and although he had great disdain for the practice he could fairly easily (he hoped) 'threaten' them not to tell. Those though were last resort options.

A hand reached out in protest as the other boy stole his paper, he mouthed 'hey!' as he looked it over more closely. He didn't like it. He gave him his word, but he was unsure whether or not that meant anything yet. He praised him for his apparent knowledge of technology. He seemed quite interested in its design. Almost too interested.

"Ahhh, yes. Thank you very much, I worked quite hard on it. Cost me few grades, so if you saw my report card you might think other wise." He smiled faintly, while he stepped nearer to the boy in order to hover over his own design. He tried to see what he saw in it, and he was not incredibly pleased. He cursed himself for his detail, it was all too clearly recognized as a weapon schematic.

"All the better to topple governments my friend, heh. It may be small, but a boy can dream yes? The Capitol hasn't banned that yet." Again, a faint smile. "Try your best not to take all my words to heart. Often times they can be dangerous. The Capitol doesn't take too kindly to children enticing rebellion." He reached for his schematics again to retrieve them. His brow was beginning to moisten.