locked with uncertainty | three's train
Sept 29, 2021 23:24:14 GMT -5
Post by mat on Sept 29, 2021 23:24:14 GMT -5
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Atticus skipped out on the Reaping today. The kids are getting to that age where sneaking into bed with him and Hunter at night is growing less and less common. Instead, they wander the mansion, occasionally getting into places and things they shouldn't. It's not uncommon at home to hear crashes and banging in the middle of the night. They knock things down from the shelves, cracking vases and shattering paintings. Nine is clumsy, and despite his acquaintances telling him that with age comes less of a physical concern, Atticus laid restless in bed last night, wondering what sort of trouble they'd get into next.
Maybe Mayor Nixton would be unhappy with his absence, but he made a direct trek to the train station upon waking up to his fourth alarm. He suspected that Sparky would criticize him the most, and Atticus was correct in thinking so. The scolding continued as he examined the ongoing renovations in the train. The goal was to make things smoother and faster, more efficient in any and every way possible. Exports from District Three have become more of a priority over the past few years. The Capitol grows impatient quickly, their "new" toys becoming old and exhausted faster than before. But hey- the new technology and gadgets that Three comes up with just keep the Capitol reliant on them. If war, chaos, or any of the like come to light with the tensions these days, that may just be to their benefit.
Sparky reached out for Atticus's mouth and snapped at him to be quiet as if he'd even said a word. They announce the two tributes as the door slides open: Tsara Fer and Arthur Rollei. "Arthur is a real escape artist, make sure everything's locked up and safe in here," Sparky whispered to the conductor and Atticus. The escort and the rest of the Capitol's District Three envoys shuffle into the other rooms, leaving the mentor with his tributes.
"Well," Atticus said, pulling his body down into the booth beside him, "Let's get to winning these Hunger Games, huh?"
He's unsure of what else to say. Could either of them really be the victor? Only time can tell.
Atticus Manor
Atticus skipped out on the Reaping today. The kids are getting to that age where sneaking into bed with him and Hunter at night is growing less and less common. Instead, they wander the mansion, occasionally getting into places and things they shouldn't. It's not uncommon at home to hear crashes and banging in the middle of the night. They knock things down from the shelves, cracking vases and shattering paintings. Nine is clumsy, and despite his acquaintances telling him that with age comes less of a physical concern, Atticus laid restless in bed last night, wondering what sort of trouble they'd get into next.
Maybe Mayor Nixton would be unhappy with his absence, but he made a direct trek to the train station upon waking up to his fourth alarm. He suspected that Sparky would criticize him the most, and Atticus was correct in thinking so. The scolding continued as he examined the ongoing renovations in the train. The goal was to make things smoother and faster, more efficient in any and every way possible. Exports from District Three have become more of a priority over the past few years. The Capitol grows impatient quickly, their "new" toys becoming old and exhausted faster than before. But hey- the new technology and gadgets that Three comes up with just keep the Capitol reliant on them. If war, chaos, or any of the like come to light with the tensions these days, that may just be to their benefit.
Sparky reached out for Atticus's mouth and snapped at him to be quiet as if he'd even said a word. They announce the two tributes as the door slides open: Tsara Fer and Arthur Rollei. "Arthur is a real escape artist, make sure everything's locked up and safe in here," Sparky whispered to the conductor and Atticus. The escort and the rest of the Capitol's District Three envoys shuffle into the other rooms, leaving the mentor with his tributes.
"Well," Atticus said, pulling his body down into the booth beside him, "Let's get to winning these Hunger Games, huh?"
He's unsure of what else to say. Could either of them really be the victor? Only time can tell.