Teddell tales never prosper [Teddy/Wendell]
Jun 28, 2017 17:03:58 GMT -5
Post by * on Jun 28, 2017 17:03:58 GMT -5
"So, what's it like sitting up there watching each tribute try to impress you?"
"You won't last five minutes. You won't last 2 days. You, mask guy, you might live to see day four but..." Wendell's eyes glare from tribute to tribute in the training center. He studies each one of them, looking at them with prejudice as to how they look without the thought that they might be practicing a cunning game of prey. It didn't matter though. If they looked weak, Wendell would be the first to point it out. ".. have weak arms."
The medkit in front of him glowered to him. Taunting him to practice with the sanitary items as though he were supposed to keep himself from getting an infection with the so called triple antibiotic ointment and the gauze in front of him. It was too clean in his opinion to do any good. Coal and black dust was his only healing agents, away from society and away from the neaderthal's that inhabited his home district. He wasn't about to let the white wrap keep him from what he was comfortable with. Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice. This was out of his control, but he was ready to show that he could control any situation and it happend to be with tape and salve.
"Will I ever really use this? Not like I'll readily have these items available. How about you actually give us these items before we go in. Learning is bullshit when we're not give what we need..." Arguments arrise as he picks up the roll of gauze and the end escapes his grasp, rolling toward a pair of feet that may or may not have been heading his way.
"Pick it up, would you?" Wendell demanded in a curt way, a hand already outstretching.
The medkit in front of him glowered to him. Taunting him to practice with the sanitary items as though he were supposed to keep himself from getting an infection with the so called triple antibiotic ointment and the gauze in front of him. It was too clean in his opinion to do any good. Coal and black dust was his only healing agents, away from society and away from the neaderthal's that inhabited his home district. He wasn't about to let the white wrap keep him from what he was comfortable with. Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice. This was out of his control, but he was ready to show that he could control any situation and it happend to be with tape and salve.
"Will I ever really use this? Not like I'll readily have these items available. How about you actually give us these items before we go in. Learning is bullshit when we're not give what we need..." Arguments arrise as he picks up the roll of gauze and the end escapes his grasp, rolling toward a pair of feet that may or may not have been heading his way.
"Pick it up, would you?" Wendell demanded in a curt way, a hand already outstretching.