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thecapitol2013-02-14 05:45 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in thecapitol2013-02-14 05:45 pm
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Leaving No Signs of Pain, Your Wounds to Mend [Closed]
WHO | Howard and Eponine, Howard and Sigma
WHAT | Howard reunites with the allies who didn't kill him.
WHEN | Week 5
WHERE | Tribute Center
WARNINGS / NOTES | Memories of torture/death.
There's one moment between dying and dead where he doesn't want to wake up, because the pain goes away. The puncture wounds stop stabbing, his head stops throbbing, the cold ceases to bite, and he thinks for a moment that it would be okay to be like this forever. But he does wake up, with a headache and a general sense of malaise. They revived him.
He doesn't leave his room for over a day, too scared to go anywhere but under the covers of his bed. He doesn't sleep, nor does he eat, nor does he get up to use the bathroom. He stays there, mostly in the fetal position, hungry, holding it, thirsty, shaking. He knows Alpha shares a Suite with him. He doesn't know if Aunamee does.
He can't face the television screens out there. He knows his painful, ugly death at Aunamee's hands will be fine entertainment, and he doesn't want to hear himself screaming again. He can still hear it in his own head. He runs his hands over the skin stretched over his ribs, looking for injuries that were fixed before he woke up. He keeps licking the inside of his teeth to remind himself he hasn't bitten his tongue off for good, he keeps spitting into the wastebin next to the bed because his mouth tastes like blood. When an Avox comes in to try and deliver chocolates, he bursts into tears.
When he finally does gather the strength to get up, he's trembling less from fear than exhaustion, and the blood rushing to his head makes him so dizzy he needs to steady himself with the bedstand. He listens under his door, but it's the dead of night and no one else seems to be awake, so he ventures out into the living room. The idea of running into Alpha chills him. He keeps alert, moving as quietly as he can to the elevator. The television in the living room is playing out Sherlock getting sliced in half. Howard looks away.
There are two people he needs to see, at least. Sigma and Eponine. So he visits their floors, the third suite and the tenth. He doesn't know how well either will take to a light knock at their door at some ungodly hour, but he doesn't know what else to do and he's afraid to be out and about when Draco or Aunamee or Alpha might see him.
At each door, he knocks lightly three times, and waits, arms wrapped around his skinny body in the plush snakeskin-print Capitol pajamas.
WHAT | Howard reunites with the allies who didn't kill him.
WHEN | Week 5
WHERE | Tribute Center
WARNINGS / NOTES | Memories of torture/death.
There's one moment between dying and dead where he doesn't want to wake up, because the pain goes away. The puncture wounds stop stabbing, his head stops throbbing, the cold ceases to bite, and he thinks for a moment that it would be okay to be like this forever. But he does wake up, with a headache and a general sense of malaise. They revived him.
He doesn't leave his room for over a day, too scared to go anywhere but under the covers of his bed. He doesn't sleep, nor does he eat, nor does he get up to use the bathroom. He stays there, mostly in the fetal position, hungry, holding it, thirsty, shaking. He knows Alpha shares a Suite with him. He doesn't know if Aunamee does.
He can't face the television screens out there. He knows his painful, ugly death at Aunamee's hands will be fine entertainment, and he doesn't want to hear himself screaming again. He can still hear it in his own head. He runs his hands over the skin stretched over his ribs, looking for injuries that were fixed before he woke up. He keeps licking the inside of his teeth to remind himself he hasn't bitten his tongue off for good, he keeps spitting into the wastebin next to the bed because his mouth tastes like blood. When an Avox comes in to try and deliver chocolates, he bursts into tears.
When he finally does gather the strength to get up, he's trembling less from fear than exhaustion, and the blood rushing to his head makes him so dizzy he needs to steady himself with the bedstand. He listens under his door, but it's the dead of night and no one else seems to be awake, so he ventures out into the living room. The idea of running into Alpha chills him. He keeps alert, moving as quietly as he can to the elevator. The television in the living room is playing out Sherlock getting sliced in half. Howard looks away.
There are two people he needs to see, at least. Sigma and Eponine. So he visits their floors, the third suite and the tenth. He doesn't know how well either will take to a light knock at their door at some ungodly hour, but he doesn't know what else to do and he's afraid to be out and about when Draco or Aunamee or Alpha might see him.
At each door, he knocks lightly three times, and waits, arms wrapped around his skinny body in the plush snakeskin-print Capitol pajamas.