queries and conspiracy theories . novak & denny
Apr 23, 2022 10:44:31 GMT -5
Post by mat on Apr 23, 2022 10:44:31 GMT -5
n o v a k . a d r i á n
Your fingernails rub against your forearm. It's been a few days of door-to-door visits. They exhaust you whether someone answers the door or pretends they're not home at four o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon. The Hunger Games surge on, and with its viewership practically, everyone is either at the Town Square or in their homes to witness it. This was the perfect opportunity for you and Uncle Elio to ask the Peacekeepers to permit your absence. They've gotten to liking you and your campaign quite well. While you promise Ten mounds of change, ensuring that it won't complicate Peacekeeper duties was also a necessity. If they don't harm your plans, those public and private, then you'll pay no mind to them.
Sheets of construction paper mark household names: Depew, Benstaloe, Denver, Eggert. With each door passed you cross out another name on the list. Baron, your top assistant back in the underground, catches up with you after taking another street. "Next street over seems to be taking a liking to you, Novak. Sounds pretty promising." He pats you on the back and carries over to the next street.
The next household on your list just carries on adult: Denny Denver. You don't recognize the name, but you circle it on your clipboard and hook it back through the side of your belt. Your thumbs rotate against exhausted cheekbones to revive a smile you've hosted for the past four hours of today's ground campaign. If one thing has taxed you, it's the heaviness of a tired smile.
You knock on the wooden door. Birds line the streetwires and chirp while the falling sun beams in their direction. Your hands fold one behind the other against your backside until the door opens.
"Good afternoon. Denny Denver, is it?"