the withdrawal and the little mule | silas and walter
Feb 17, 2020 15:18:27 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Feb 17, 2020 15:18:27 GMT -5
A bunny abundance, an avox who could probably pull the pinkest flamingo from their pocket; Walter is really taking advantage of every single service that the Capitol has on offer. This morning he even dared to juggle the weaponry stations for an hour, enough to touch on the basics, enough to prolong this little adventure that he thrusted onto himself.
Rule Seven - Make conversation with three different people every day.
Never has it been difficult to break a rule, there is a real wealth of conversers surround him. Even if he is counting the avoxes. They do not have to talk back for it to be a full conversation.
Except today, it is midday and the only word that has slipped his tongue is a good morning to the man serving breakfast in the canteen. There must be someone new to seek and learn from, even if it is another tribute.
It is the midday interval, a void in time between lunch and the afternoon session in the training centre. Walter wanders the corridors, doors leading to rooms he has yet to discover and never will as most are signed with no unauthorised personnel. His wandering departs at the boy’s bathroom, not such a lively place or the likely location for a conversation but it is always occupied. And bingo! As soon as he barges through the door, the little boy bumps into the tribute from Ten, he is not one he has spoken to before.
He takes a moment to decide his first word, Walter does not know what this guy is like and there is clearly something wrong written across his face. It is symptom he has seen so many times before. The same as the desperation that fell through Cassidy’s doors back home; there is no cure for it but a solution to numb the indicators. ”What is wrong with you, can I get you something?” His favourite avox must surely know a supplier in these parts. After all, Cass used to boast to Walter about the Capitol being his biggest client…