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thecapitol2013-01-09 06:57 am
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2013-01-09 06:57 am
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WHO| Wyatt, Anna, and OTA
WHAT| Pre-Arena Reflection
WHERE| The Lounge
WHEN| The night before Arena 5
WARNINGS/NOTES| No specific warnings at this time, but they will be discussing what happened in the last arena. (A.k.a., Anna's death at Wyatt's hands.) Also, anyone else who like to have a word with Wyatt before the arena starts is welcome to pop in.
Outside snow was falling. Fat, feathery flakes, drifting slowly across the glass like down. Inside, the lights were dim and the lounge was all but closed - save for a few restless patrons.
One of whom was Wyatt, who was seated alone at the bar. Above him, on the screens, there was excited talk of the new arena, opening in just a few short hours, but he wasn't watching.
He was nursing his bourbon and watching the snow.
Avoiding sleep and trying to hold off the dawn for as long as he could.
WHAT| Pre-Arena Reflection
WHERE| The Lounge
WHEN| The night before Arena 5
WARNINGS/NOTES| No specific warnings at this time, but they will be discussing what happened in the last arena. (A.k.a., Anna's death at Wyatt's hands.) Also, anyone else who like to have a word with Wyatt before the arena starts is welcome to pop in.
Outside snow was falling. Fat, feathery flakes, drifting slowly across the glass like down. Inside, the lights were dim and the lounge was all but closed - save for a few restless patrons.
One of whom was Wyatt, who was seated alone at the bar. Above him, on the screens, there was excited talk of the new arena, opening in just a few short hours, but he wasn't watching.
He was nursing his bourbon and watching the snow.
Avoiding sleep and trying to hold off the dawn for as long as he could.
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Nothing personal... ish.
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Murderer.
He inhaled, held it, and finally turned, opening his eyes to meet her accusations.
"I'm sorry." His eyes were pale and fathomless, unblinking, as he held her gaze. "Ya may not believe it, and I understand iffen ya don't, but it's true just the same. I am sorry for what happened."
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"What intrigues me is the fact that a man like you would team up with someone like that thing when she clearly enjoys the Game and thinks murder is fun."
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He knew it didn't make much sense.
"She saved my life in the arena," he said after a moment. "And, yeah, I know that doesn't necessarily make up for all that she's done, but, as it is, I don't believe she does those things for the sake of being cruel. I don't think she fully understands what's-" he glanced sideways at the barkeep, judging quickly how closly the man was listening, then his eyes flicked back to Anna, "-really goin' on."