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There's a starman waiting in the sky // [Hunters Day 1]
Jun 17, 2019 18:52:42 GMT -5
Post by Baby Wessex d9b [earthling] on Jun 17, 2019 18:52:42 GMT -5
A lot of things bothered him about this environment: the variable gravity, the sterile smell, the way walls were actually doors. But there was one thing that grated against his spine, driving him slowly but surely mad: the quiet. When he wasn't clomping along next to his allies (you bet he still made sure his boots stuck to every surface), it was quiet. Too quiet. He'd done an analysis of his sense back home, and his hearing was good. But it wasn't great. How could he be sure that Eos, Harper and Fayre would hear someone coming?
They left the Beam Chamber behind, their flashy totes full, their expressions grim. Victory was a long ways off, realistically. There was no time to celebrate. Maybe if they found somewhere defensible to rest, but that seemed unlikely in the harsh false light. "Do you think they'll dim things for a 'night'?" He asked Eos but didn't expect an intelligent response. Mostly he just wanted the Gamemakers to know he was thinking about it.
He waited for them to descend the double helix stairs one by one. To kill time, he checked his watch, mostly letting the text scroll by. He couldn't help jumping in when Cedar Halt did. Something about his victor-adjacentness... Or maybe that stupid fish. His face screwed up when he thought of the pretty beta back in the Capitol, and then it was suddenly his turn to drop down the stairs.
Leet greeted the foundation with relief. Boxes. Whirring gears. Familiarity. "I don't know if I can fit anything else in," he said, eyes downcast. He swung his tote around, pretending to rifle through it when he knew damn well what was - and wasn't - inside.
He forced himself to look down at his cluttered tote even as he walked - sideways - to stand beside Harper. "Do you think we should stop here?" He asked in an impression of a whisper, far too harsh and breathy to be effective. "Or press on?"
They left the Beam Chamber behind, their flashy totes full, their expressions grim. Victory was a long ways off, realistically. There was no time to celebrate. Maybe if they found somewhere defensible to rest, but that seemed unlikely in the harsh false light. "Do you think they'll dim things for a 'night'?" He asked Eos but didn't expect an intelligent response. Mostly he just wanted the Gamemakers to know he was thinking about it.
He waited for them to descend the double helix stairs one by one. To kill time, he checked his watch, mostly letting the text scroll by. He couldn't help jumping in when Cedar Halt did. Something about his victor-adjacentness... Or maybe that stupid fish. His face screwed up when he thought of the pretty beta back in the Capitol, and then it was suddenly his turn to drop down the stairs.
Leet greeted the foundation with relief. Boxes. Whirring gears. Familiarity. "I don't know if I can fit anything else in," he said, eyes downcast. He swung his tote around, pretending to rifle through it when he knew damn well what was - and wasn't - inside.
He forced himself to look down at his cluttered tote even as he walked - sideways - to stand beside Harper. "Do you think we should stop here?" He asked in an impression of a whisper, far too harsh and breathy to be effective. "Or press on?"
Title lyrics from "Starman" by David Bowie
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