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thecapitol2013-10-18 04:29 pm
the_marshal) wrote in thecapitol2013-10-18 04:29 pm
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Don't care if he's guilty, don't care if he's not.
WHO| Wyatt & Sigma
WHAT| Wyatt vs Sigma
WHERE| Tribute Tower
WHEN| One night after the aliens, after this and this. Before the Arena.
Notes/Warnings| Round 3 of Wyatt and Sigma's spat regarding Max so possible language, likely mentions of death and violence and injury.
Wyatt spent as much time as he could with Max, filling as many of the man's trapped hours as he could. Card games, conversation (silly plans they'd likely never live to see made real)... sometimes just company. The silent reminder, and promise, that Max wasn't alone. Wouldn't be, so long as Wyatt had a say in it.
But, for all his intentions, he couldn't always stay. The nurses came like clockwork to remind Wyatt that his visiting time was up for the day.
So, after giving his word to return, he walked back to the Tribute's Tower, stopping at the bar for a drink before heading back up to his floor.
District 10 was colder than the hospital these days.
Putting it off was no big strain.
WHAT| Wyatt vs Sigma
WHERE| Tribute Tower
WHEN| One night after the aliens, after this and this. Before the Arena.
Notes/Warnings| Round 3 of Wyatt and Sigma's spat regarding Max so possible language, likely mentions of death and violence and injury.
Wyatt spent as much time as he could with Max, filling as many of the man's trapped hours as he could. Card games, conversation (silly plans they'd likely never live to see made real)... sometimes just company. The silent reminder, and promise, that Max wasn't alone. Wouldn't be, so long as Wyatt had a say in it.
But, for all his intentions, he couldn't always stay. The nurses came like clockwork to remind Wyatt that his visiting time was up for the day.
So, after giving his word to return, he walked back to the Tribute's Tower, stopping at the bar for a drink before heading back up to his floor.
District 10 was colder than the hospital these days.
Putting it off was no big strain.
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Sigma's cheeks burned with fever and frustration. He had not planned to meet with Wyatt only as a method to vent his rage - internally, he had hoped Wyatt would come to see things his way. It had not panned out, and Sigma felt alone, again, alienated by people who might have been his friends for trying to do what he believed was right. Exhausted, Sigma slinked towards his room, forehead burning, stifling another coughing fit.
Though disappointed, Sigma could live with ignoring Wyatt in the Arena and outside of it. But if it so happened that there came a day when Eponine did not come back, gone forever without burial when she could have had a chance to win in a past Arena had Maximus not killed her... well, he did not know if he could handle losing another child to their games. If it came to that, he worried he might lose himself, as well. He realized with fear that he had grown more attached to Eponine than he had ever intended, that he had only just had a chance to know her before she burrowed into his heart and would kill him if she left.
Sigma had covered his face before the door to his room shut behind him.