Renegade // [Orville Day 3]
Mar 14, 2022 16:00:12 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Mar 14, 2022 16:00:12 GMT -5
It's the metal howling that wake Orville on the third day of the 90th Games.
He waves a mech suited arm in the air of his prison cell as though somehow the metal he's clad in will convince the pitiful screeching to just shut it. He'd slept well, deeply, peacefully, for the first time since the Reaping. He'd felt comfortable, and comforted, by the bloodied walls and proximity of another tribute. Not to mention that he'd finally figured out how to work his mech suit. He felt armored. Invincible.
And he just wanted to sleep in past dawn. "Is that so weird!" He mumbled.
Then his eyes popped open. Was it the Great One calling him? Had it awoken? Was he needed?
By the time Orville manuvered himself to standing the screeching had ceased. So had the restless whispering of the nearby muttations. Even the humid wind had died. Just for a moment he thought he might be dead.
And then the wind lifted the sand from the earth. For a time Orville huddles in the cell, relying on the walls to protect him from the grit. But it doesn't last. The wind crashes through the windows like a waterfall, burying him. It's all he can do to belly flop his way out, crawling away from the mutt's den, towards the light, towards clean air --
Suddenly the ground beneath him collapses.
For one blissful moment he's falling, face up. The sand lifts, he gulps in one deep breath, and then lands with a sick thud on his back.
The suit rattles.
"I didn't like that either," Orville mutters. He coughs, expelling more sand than air. Above, the hole he fell through shines a dim yellow, a sick and dying star far, far away. A little bit of the light burns into his retina. When he stands there's a black dot blocking out part of the beauty of the Oasis. A little splotch, which he's sure is there to remind him that even this place could be dangerous.
He knows, even though it feels differently in the cold pit of his stomach, that he isn't alone.
Orville clears his throat. "Please accept my apologies for damaging your roof. I could try to patch it if you've got a ladder? Staircase? 'Nother one of those rocket things?"