Sticks 'n Stones Will Break Your Bones // [Parson/Glamour]

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d10f ekta ram // [earthling]
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Sticks 'n Stones Will Break Your Bones // [Parson/Glamour] Dec 4, 2018 16:40:57 GMT -5

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Post by d10f ekta ram // [earthling] on Dec 4, 2018 16:40:57 GMT -5

The surgeons had advised Glamour that he was best off waiting a full day to approach the tributes. It would take far longer for their mortal wounds to heal, but at the very least twenty-four hours would allow them some time to gather their mental faculties. Glamour had the impression that the doctors had not liked how swiftly he'd approached Carter Laws. They didn't understand; some things simply couldn't wait.

But he supposed a tour could be delayed a day, even if it pained him. He watched the tributes work through the challenges Vepar laid before them. It made for passably good entertainment - nothing like the arena, but good enough to be filmed and cut into a narrative, to be shown later. Overseeing two ballooning narratives - both in the arena and in the Capitol - proved exhausting. Not to mention that he wanted to spend all of his time with Leon.

So he was a little grouchy when he descended from his perch, flanked by his personal contingent of Peacekeepers. He gave a few cursory nods to the other tributes, some of whom still looked completely shellshocked, and then came to a halt in front of Parson Cham.

"Care for a tour, tribute?" He asked, though it was not a request. He led the boy away from the others, measuring his steps so that he didn't get too far ahead. When they reached the translucent curtain barrier, Glamour came to a halt. He tucked his hands behind his leather pants and turned to face Parson.

"This," he said, pitching his voice so it would carry, "is the bathroom. Shall we go inside and I'll be sure to explain how every device works? What do you think? Is that necessary?"

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

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Sticks 'n Stones Will Break Your Bones // [Parson/Glamour] Dec 7, 2018 11:44:37 GMT -5

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Post by frankel on Dec 7, 2018 11:44:37 GMT -5

Conversations have been so brittle in this compound. Maybe there is a fear of my newly painted voice, an accent that is nowhere near my own. I have a whole new identity, even my reflection is unlike the one I left behind on the sixth floor of that Capitol building. This is second chance I guess, a second chance at being someone else? Father will have already burned down the house probably, hopefully he didn’t escape in time. I am going to be a homeless.

Fuck. There is honestly nothing to pass time with in here. How many more days? Three…four? The gigantic screen is the clear entertainment but once the action is over in the arena, there really is no narrative to follow. Back home, I only found time to pay attention to the fights and then off to work I went. There are no hospital beds to push around in here. No heavy objects to carry across floors. I have no purpose but to be the entertainment of another. Really, I have hung up my hat and there is no show to put on. All I can do is hide away on one of the beds – of which I have yet to decide which is my own, they are all just as uncomfortable as the other.

Probably why that haughty gamemaker is making his way over to me.

I don’t get up from the edge of the bed as he stands in front of me. He doesn’t deserve the courtesy.

"Care for a tour, tribute?"

I guess I have no choice.

Straight onto my toes, I still stay nothing. Really there is nothing else for me to see in here, unless he is taking to his secret lair. I didn’t think he’d be dipping into the District Six lot, surely the victor from Four is sufficing his needs?

Head down, I follow him across the vault, the eyes of the other tributes so clearly targeted at me. Kinkade stops at the edge of the bathroom, announcing it as if it was an invention.

This piss boy fiasco is never going to leave me.

”I know what the hell it is!” My voice cracks as it raises, I clear my throat as I shake my head. ”You know I thought you’d enjoy the whole peeing thing.” I cross my arms over my chest. ”Adds a bit of spice to a boring show y’know.”