Things unseen (Joule/Bolts)
Jun 21, 2016 11:52:28 GMT -5
Post by Chevi on Jun 21, 2016 11:52:28 GMT -5
BOLTS SPARK
DISTRICT THREE
It was time for the Games to start.
The days leading up to the grand opening were as usual - non-stop TV spots, interviews, information on training scores and betting odds and new styles and new colors and all the things that threatened to drive Bolts completely insane before the tributes even got to the arena. He drowned himself in work as much as he could, fixing things he would have rather been breaking, especially if they involved screens or sound, but even then, he could not completely shut the world out, because the Games were everywhere, and so was Joules.
He promised her that they would get through the Games, watching them together. As pitiful as that promise was, he intended to keep it. Joules needed a safe space if she was going to watch the girl that got Reaped instead of her (and all other girls in D3) fight for her life and possibly die, and watch a guy Bolts' age do the same, and he sure as hell was not going to let her do that on the Square in front of everybody.
He had managed to smuggle a small TV home, the kind wealthy families had and the kind that was almost impossible to repair with less money that it cost. It turned up at the shop one day like a minor miracle, and once it had been declared parts, Bolts smuggled it home in a box and spent days fixing it up enough that it had a reasonably clear picture and sound. Even if it did not get any other signal, the Capitol made damn sure you could catch the Games on a tuna can.
On the day the arena was to open, he had the little TV set and ready. He also had a pile of pillows and blankets, a veritable fort, set up in his room. No food, no one had any appetite during a Bloodbath, but he did have water in case Joule did not feel well. The rest of the family all prepared to watch the games in their own way; and even if Bolts felt bad for a bit about the other siblings, he owed Joules her first game in a safe place, and with things to hold on to. Things like him.
"JOULES! Five minutes!" he yelled from his room, hearing the house settle down as everyone found their place for their mandatory entertainment. It was going to be a long few weeks....
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The days leading up to the grand opening were as usual - non-stop TV spots, interviews, information on training scores and betting odds and new styles and new colors and all the things that threatened to drive Bolts completely insane before the tributes even got to the arena. He drowned himself in work as much as he could, fixing things he would have rather been breaking, especially if they involved screens or sound, but even then, he could not completely shut the world out, because the Games were everywhere, and so was Joules.
He promised her that they would get through the Games, watching them together. As pitiful as that promise was, he intended to keep it. Joules needed a safe space if she was going to watch the girl that got Reaped instead of her (and all other girls in D3) fight for her life and possibly die, and watch a guy Bolts' age do the same, and he sure as hell was not going to let her do that on the Square in front of everybody.
He had managed to smuggle a small TV home, the kind wealthy families had and the kind that was almost impossible to repair with less money that it cost. It turned up at the shop one day like a minor miracle, and once it had been declared parts, Bolts smuggled it home in a box and spent days fixing it up enough that it had a reasonably clear picture and sound. Even if it did not get any other signal, the Capitol made damn sure you could catch the Games on a tuna can.
On the day the arena was to open, he had the little TV set and ready. He also had a pile of pillows and blankets, a veritable fort, set up in his room. No food, no one had any appetite during a Bloodbath, but he did have water in case Joule did not feel well. The rest of the family all prepared to watch the games in their own way; and even if Bolts felt bad for a bit about the other siblings, he owed Joules her first game in a safe place, and with things to hold on to. Things like him.
"JOULES! Five minutes!" he yelled from his room, hearing the house settle down as everyone found their place for their mandatory entertainment. It was going to be a long few weeks....
(413 words)
