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thecapitol2014-09-20 09:56 pm
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-20 09:56 pm
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There's a reckoning a'coming
WHO| Wyatt and Maximus
WHAT| Finding each other during the blackout, making a big decision
WHERE| Around the city
WHEN| During the blackout (After this and before this.)
It would happen while they were apart. They'd been so careful after being released from the prison. Determined that if the Capitol were going to separate them again, they were going to have a fight on their hands. And then, on a quiet night, when their diminished mentor duties had forced them apart, it had happened.
The horse's back had finally broken.
Eva's voice still fading in the room, the lights had gone out - in his room, in the hall, in the common room and, unbelievably, out in the street behind the windows.
Wyatt's immediate reaction was like a punch to the gut: find Max. Make sure he was safe, make sure they hadn't taken him.
But he forced himself to swallow that instinctive ball of bitterness that leaped into his throat. If Eva meant it, if the next three hours were truly their's... this was their chance, and they couldn't waste it.
He tore back into his room, letting memory and touch guide him to the pack he'd tucked into his closet after being released. A blanket, a few days food, that cigar box of personal belongings (Max's figures, his notes from the arena), an extra cloak and coat, all balled together, waiting for this moment. He pulled it on, picked up the strange communicating box again (wanting to know if anything changed), and set out.
The run in with Sigma set him back, but he was confidant - determined - he would find him.
And they would be free before the night was over.
Come hell or high water.
WHAT| Finding each other during the blackout, making a big decision
WHERE| Around the city
WHEN| During the blackout (After this and before this.)
It would happen while they were apart. They'd been so careful after being released from the prison. Determined that if the Capitol were going to separate them again, they were going to have a fight on their hands. And then, on a quiet night, when their diminished mentor duties had forced them apart, it had happened.
The horse's back had finally broken.
Eva's voice still fading in the room, the lights had gone out - in his room, in the hall, in the common room and, unbelievably, out in the street behind the windows.
Wyatt's immediate reaction was like a punch to the gut: find Max. Make sure he was safe, make sure they hadn't taken him.
But he forced himself to swallow that instinctive ball of bitterness that leaped into his throat. If Eva meant it, if the next three hours were truly their's... this was their chance, and they couldn't waste it.
He tore back into his room, letting memory and touch guide him to the pack he'd tucked into his closet after being released. A blanket, a few days food, that cigar box of personal belongings (Max's figures, his notes from the arena), an extra cloak and coat, all balled together, waiting for this moment. He pulled it on, picked up the strange communicating box again (wanting to know if anything changed), and set out.
The run in with Sigma set him back, but he was confidant - determined - he would find him.
And they would be free before the night was over.
Come hell or high water.
no subject
But now, they were out.
Now, no one was watching.
I'm placing my trust in you all to do the right thing.
It wasn't a sword that he grabbed. Not at first. He took the first thing to hand - a long, lean statue of a woman, reaching out for Victory. Marble. And heavy.
The unfortunate peacekeeper in his District Suite was yelling into his useless communicator, trying to get in touch with HQ. He didn't even see the swing of Max's arm. He was dead before he hit the ground, half of his skull caved in, the statue covered with blood. Max took the gun, though did nothing more than sling it over his shoulder.
He wanted a blade, but this would do.
He had much greater prey to hunt.
no subject
But he had hoped, if only because they didn't have time for a long goose chase.
He found the body in the lounge, the blood still warm, still seeping into the carpet, and followed the bloodied footprints until they faded out.