A Staite of Despair || Avery and Oceana blitzish (Ali)
Apr 26, 2016 23:45:27 GMT -5
Post by lance on Apr 26, 2016 23:45:27 GMT -5
Avery Westbrook
narration, says, thinks
Avery Westbrook had set out to District Four in search of a purpose. The decision had been spontaneous, a crowded rally in the town square giving way to a signed slip of paper to a train ride to the coastal district. It would be a refreshing change from the same four walls of his bedroom, the same streets of his district, the power plants that were scattered throughout the district.
More importantly, with any luck it would give him space from the constant reminders of Tyler that still lingered with a dull ache even after more than a year.
So far, however, Avery had come to one conclusion: He hated water filtration.
Granted, it didn't stop him from operation the filters. After all, it was arguably the most important job in the nature-ravaged district. Without fresh drinking water, everyone, victims and relief workers alike, would keel over in a matter of days.
But there was only so much you could with such an occupation, and more and more often the blonde boy found himself pacing outside the plant, gazing out at the multi-district workers slowly resurrecting the fallen district.
That had been what he had signed up for, not the boring work of maintaining the filters.
He supposed that would teach him to read the terms and conditions before blindly signing up for the next relief effort.
Today, the sun was especially merciless, shining through windows with rays that magnified the stuffiness level of building interiors to nearly unbearable amounts. As a result, once his first shift had completed, Avery had wasted no time in making himself scarce. '
The blond boy had wandered around a bit, eventually finding himself leaning against a railing in front of what used to be a shop of some sort. A surprisingly cool, salty breeze whipped through his hair and across his face, forcing him to glare at the sparkling blue water that was the ocean through narrowed eyes.
Even after two weeks, the sea never failed to awe him. Five was situated right smack dab in the middle of Panem, well away from either of its water borders, making any dream of visiting them out of the question.
Yet here he was, a couple of hundred of feet away from the seemingly endless expanse of water.
It's no wonder Tyler chose to travel to the sand for the end, the blond boy thought. It's simply captivating.
The sound of footsteps breaks him out of his reverie. He twists his head around, catching a glimpse of auburn hair, similar to Kira's. Yet this girl was not Avery's childhood friend, just some random person walking down the street.
Avery Westbrook had set out to District Four in search of a purpose. The decision had been spontaneous, a crowded rally in the town square giving way to a signed slip of paper to a train ride to the coastal district. It would be a refreshing change from the same four walls of his bedroom, the same streets of his district, the power plants that were scattered throughout the district.
More importantly, with any luck it would give him space from the constant reminders of Tyler that still lingered with a dull ache even after more than a year.
So far, however, Avery had come to one conclusion: He hated water filtration.
Granted, it didn't stop him from operation the filters. After all, it was arguably the most important job in the nature-ravaged district. Without fresh drinking water, everyone, victims and relief workers alike, would keel over in a matter of days.
But there was only so much you could with such an occupation, and more and more often the blonde boy found himself pacing outside the plant, gazing out at the multi-district workers slowly resurrecting the fallen district.
That had been what he had signed up for, not the boring work of maintaining the filters.
He supposed that would teach him to read the terms and conditions before blindly signing up for the next relief effort.
Today, the sun was especially merciless, shining through windows with rays that magnified the stuffiness level of building interiors to nearly unbearable amounts. As a result, once his first shift had completed, Avery had wasted no time in making himself scarce. '
The blond boy had wandered around a bit, eventually finding himself leaning against a railing in front of what used to be a shop of some sort. A surprisingly cool, salty breeze whipped through his hair and across his face, forcing him to glare at the sparkling blue water that was the ocean through narrowed eyes.
Even after two weeks, the sea never failed to awe him. Five was situated right smack dab in the middle of Panem, well away from either of its water borders, making any dream of visiting them out of the question.
Yet here he was, a couple of hundred of feet away from the seemingly endless expanse of water.
It's no wonder Tyler chose to travel to the sand for the end, the blond boy thought. It's simply captivating.
The sound of footsteps breaks him out of his reverie. He twists his head around, catching a glimpse of auburn hair, similar to Kira's. Yet this girl was not Avery's childhood friend, just some random person walking down the street.
Then why does she look so familiar?
