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thecapitol2013-06-23 12:43 pm
marcato) wrote in thecapitol2013-06-23 12:43 pm
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Who| Aunamee, John, Howard
What| Howard has been staying with John Watson, and Aunamee decides to leave him a gift.
Where| District 7 suites
When| Prior to the crowning.
Warnings| Creepy sociopathy.
There is nothing unique about the glass bottle Aunamee placed in secret on the nightstand near Howard's temporary bed. There is nothing orante about its lid, no patterns worked into its glass. The inside is the curious part, a flourishing terrarium of brightly colored plants, moss that covers the entire floor, thin vines that curl and twist like locks of frizzy human hair. There is only one living thing inside the bottle that isn't a plant, a small insect no larger than an ant, its body flecked with blue and orange and red.
Hollow insect corpses dust the floor, former grasshoppers and spiders and moths.
After dropping off the bottle, the gift, Aunamee waits in the lounge of District 7 with his legs crossed and his eyes buried on the lastest newspaper. ARENA SEVEN: WHO WILL WIN?
Who indeed?
What| Howard has been staying with John Watson, and Aunamee decides to leave him a gift.
Where| District 7 suites
When| Prior to the crowning.
Warnings| Creepy sociopathy.
There is nothing unique about the glass bottle Aunamee placed in secret on the nightstand near Howard's temporary bed. There is nothing orante about its lid, no patterns worked into its glass. The inside is the curious part, a flourishing terrarium of brightly colored plants, moss that covers the entire floor, thin vines that curl and twist like locks of frizzy human hair. There is only one living thing inside the bottle that isn't a plant, a small insect no larger than an ant, its body flecked with blue and orange and red.
Hollow insect corpses dust the floor, former grasshoppers and spiders and moths.
After dropping off the bottle, the gift, Aunamee waits in the lounge of District 7 with his legs crossed and his eyes buried on the lastest newspaper. ARENA SEVEN: WHO WILL WIN?
Who indeed?
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He shakes his head and gives out a low moan. "He was in your room, John. While we were sleeping."
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"Right," he said, calmly. "Stay here, and I'll handle this, alright?"
He slid out of bed, straightened his PJs, smoothed the sheets down automatically and picked up the jar.
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He doesn't want to give himself a fit in front of John. He doesn't want to feel humiliated that way. So instead he opens the door to John's closet and hides inside.