The hand without a tongue{Jay}

^Arryn Boe Jackson^

Arryn was genuinely surprised at her apology. He was expecting more verbal abuse, or at least an offhand, careless order. Maybe he was at the warehouse for too long. Not everyone had too be rude. Who knows? Maybe these Capitolites might even be kinder than...

No. He couldn't think like that. Who tore him from his family? Who tore him from Cleo? Who tore his tongue out? The Capitol did. Why should he trust anyone from here? These pampered citizens have much more than I could have ever asked for. No, they weren't to be trust. Not even that girl. that pompous little girl. All puffed up with makeup even though she wasn't even leaving the house. Despicable. More than ever, Arryn wished to have a tongue, just to talk back to them.

Winnie...He thought, following her through the house. He listened to her tour, but the words went right out the other ear. He'd figure it out. He always did. Yet he still nodded politely, attempting to earn her trust. This Winnie... She didn't seem like the others. But before he could dwell on the thought, he was brought to a door. She told him that this was his room.

"I'm sorry, I know you probably don't want to hear this but I hope you like it here, I've been dying for a real friend, someone who won't share my secrets or anything. I hope we can become good friends."

Arryn tried his best to stiffle a laugh a she walked away. Friend. Like it here. That was a killer. Arryn opened the door to see his quarters. To his surprise, it was shockingly similar to home. It was small like a roomy broom closet, but enough room to walk around a bit. It had a single light bulb hanging overhead. And the dust. Dust everywhere. In a way, Arryn was glad to have it, it reminded him of his old room. He smiled as he sat on the bed; old, firm, rickety, and piercing springs that hurt his back. But it was still more comfortable than the one at home. Maybe this wasn't all bad.

Arryn began to get comfortable, sweeping the dust off the wall with the many cleaning supplies found in his room. He move that bed and equipment so he had more room. There was even a small dresser in the back, with a spare change of clothes. He assumed that it was only for when he smelled so bad it offended someone. He smiled, he expected a torture room of sorts. He was still getting comfortable, about to throw of his shirt when that girl Winnie showed up again.

As Arryn saw Winnie open the door, he quickly pulled his shirt down, his face turning red a bit. He stood up quickly, expecting some kind of order.

"You're welcome to write anything down if you wish or sign it, I learned sign language from a past Avox. I find it much easier to communicate."

Well, he hasn't been an Avox that long. He didn't know sign language. But he did know how to write. He never would have made it in District 6 if he couldn't. He briskly grabbed the sheets of paper and the pen that he found in the cabinet and flashed them to the girl.

"I don't mind if you don't answer this but what did you do to be Avoxed?" Hmm? How he was Avoxed? That was the last thing he was expected to be asked. Just to spite her, he remained quiet. It must not have fazed her, because she continued. "If I'm perfectly honest with you, I'm lonely. Yes I'm popular and one would think I'd have tons of friends, but I don't have anyone who really cares about me. Most people only care about the money or the fact that I'm the game makers daughter when in fact, I hate it. I hate that I'm the game makers daughter. I hate the Hunger Games and anything to do with them. Everything I do is just a facade for everyone around me."

Throughout her rant, Arryn just looked at her with his head in his fist, giving one of those sarcastic oh-please-tell-me-more! looks. But listening to her, he felt a bit less hatred for her. She must have been telling the truth. Why would she tell such a lie to a new Avox? He began to pity her more and more, for several reasons. Maybe if she was an actual human being from the Capitol... One with feelings... Arryn could at least have the courtesy to pretend. As a sign of good faith, he took the piece of paper and wrote in neat cursive:

Me and my girlfriend tried stabbing a couple Capitolites in District 6. We wanted to steal their drugs that they were carrying.

Arryn couldn't help but smirk as he handed the paper to Winnie. He could have told the whole truth. He could have told her that they were framed. But he didn't for two reasons. She probably wouldn't dare believe that her precious Capitolites were evil too. And because Aryn wanted to see the look on her face.