The Avox (Gwen)

[chaseee]

crept across the silent ground as quiet as I could. My bow gasped tightly in my hand, a quiver full of arrows on my back, and my razor-sharp dagger on my belt. I was ready to hunt.

I approached the gate, and exhaled a sigh of releif. No getting caught today. I threw my bow over the high rungs, wincing at the light THUD! it made as it hit the forest floor. I placed my feet on the nearest openings, readied my hands, and began to climb.
That was when I heard the footsteps.

I glanced to my side and groaned. Peacekeeper. I jumped from the gate, hanging my head guiltily. I had been caught.

The Peacekeeper turned and began walking. I followed. We arrived at the Peacekeeper's house shortly after. It was nice and neat, although incredibly by the Capitol houses I had seen on the T.V. while watching the annual Hunger Games.

The Peacekeeper swung open the door, not holding it open for me. I quickly stretched out my leg, barely keeping it open with the tip of my toes. I followed him in sullenly.

He pointed to a couch in the sitting room. I sat reluctantly, knowing what was to follow. He turned away from me, and began barking orders to someone I could not see. He then turned back to me, a clear mask of dissaproval on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by someone entering the room.

I knew at once who it was as their face came into view. An Avox. The people captured by the Capitol under accusations of treachery and betrayal. Their tongues were removed and they were forced to endure a lifetime as a servant. This must be the Peacekeeper's.

She set a tray on the table. Two cups of tea and a rich-looking cake. I gazed up at the Avox again. The Peacekeeper was yelling at her again. He gestured to me and left the room, leaving her to guard me.

Hello. You are?



[[OOC: sorry its not that good. my first post and i couldnt really concentrate on this particular one.]]

[sbeeg]

Gwen Halls

He was yelling again. Gwen rolled out of bed trying to figure out why the old man would be barking at her at this time of night. She scurried to the kitchen and quickly filled his order. She would have spit in it but she wasn't sure which cup he would take.
Gwen walked into the room where her "master" and his guest occupied. His guest was a a girl layered with a coat of dirt. Ah, hunting after dark- Rule #4. The ol' man was going to give the girl a "talkin' to." Which ranged from just staring at her to cutting a finger off. Not very pleasant either way and much to late to deal with.
Placing the tray on a table, the ol' man barked at her again, telling Gwen to watch the girl. Gwen turned to the girl seated across the table from her, still in hunting clothes.
"Hello, who are?" The girl asked. What, was she dim? Avoxs can't talk and aren't allowed to communicate with anyone. If the ol' man came back and saw her trying to tell the girl her name she could be.... well Gwen didn't like to dwell on it.
Gwen quickly shook her head. She was not risking her life so this girl she didn't know could know her name.

[chaseee]

Alyss stared at the girl, awaiting an answer. The girl shook her head, a stubborn look upon her face. Alyss sighed. She had known the Avox probably wouldn't talk, but it was worth a shot.

Alyss breifly considered ditching the girl and running from the house, but that would result in an even worse punishment from the Head Peacekeeper. She might even be shipped off to the Capitol to be... Alyss glanced over at the girl and shuddered. That would not be an enjoyable life.

Alyss looked over at the girl. May I have this? She asked. Without waiting for an answer, she lifted the cup to her lips and drank deeply. She almost spit it back out. It was steaming hot.

She set the cup back on the silver tray it had came on, sighing once more. I'm sorry you have to live like this, taking orders from a grouch, and, of course, having no tongue. That must be very unpleasent. If there was anything I could do, trust me I would do it.

[sbeeg]

Gwen Halls

Gwen resisted the urge to cross her arms while waiting. It had always been a habit of hers back in District 8 and the Capitol tried to beat it out of her muscle memory.

The Avox looked around the room, it wasn't as highly decorated and modern as the Capitol, but it was no District 12 either. In fact Gwen had her own room here, of course it was a transformed old closet and reeked of mildew but still it was her little haven in this place.

It was vexing to be so close to her old home, yet to far to relax. She was originally from District 8, and had to pass through it on the way here. Her heart ached at the thought of being in District 8 again.

May I have this? The girl asked, raising a teacup to her lips and sipping it without waiting for a response. Why ask if you were just going to drink it anyway? People! Ha!

The girl was talking again, and Gwen tuned out halfway through. It was a pity speech. She had gotten a few of those from past tributes of district 9 she had served. She loathed them. She didn't want anyone to feel sorry for her, she wanted to be in District Eight, she wanted the ability to speak; she wanted her life back.

Gwen crossed her arms and gave the girl a glare that almost focused death in her direction. She wanted her master to come back so Gwen could retreat to her little closet and curl up and pretend she was home, not receive someone's worthless charity.