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thecapitol2013-11-28 06:52 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in thecapitol2013-11-28 06:52 pm
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Everyone Has to Gather Souls Around Them to Feel Useful and Loving and Loved [Closed]
WHO| Sigma, Howard and a cat
WHAT| Howard is bad at apologies.
WHEN| End of week 6
WHERE| Sigma's room in District 10
WARNINGS| None yet.
It would be lying for Howard to say that building this play structure is only for Sigma and Nye. He finds some solace in the work, in splitting his mind between architecture and materials and fastenings so much that he can't focus on the events of the Arena. Turning the junk in his room into some sort of productive sculpture pulls him out of that memory sucking at his ankles. It's a rope hoisting him out of Aunamee's fingers on his shoulder, the bruises of captivity on his wrists.
He brushes off an attempt to help from an Avox when it comes to getting the thing up into the elevator, preferring instead to do it alone despite the red imprints of edges in his palms and the sweat prickling at the back of his neck. It's a large beast, a small building of gutter tubes and cardboard platforms wrapped in carpeting, of dangling feathers and beads and velvety fabric to make hammocks. Howard studied countless cat playgrounds on the internet to decide how to make this one. It's even visually pleasing, all blue fabric and grey metal and painted wood. There are still powder-blue smudges under Howard's fingernails.
After there's no answer to his knocking, he lets himself in to Sigma's room. It doesn't occur to him that he shouldn't ignore the locked door, even though he'd hate for someone to do the same to him. He uses his foot to block Nye from escaping as he lugs the gift in, the scoops the cat up and into his lap as he sits on the floor next to the bed.
Nye doesn't seem to especially enjoy being picked up like that, but Howard's urge to coddle something overrides the cat's mewling protests, and boy and animal wait for Sigma there.
WHAT| Howard is bad at apologies.
WHEN| End of week 6
WHERE| Sigma's room in District 10
WARNINGS| None yet.
It would be lying for Howard to say that building this play structure is only for Sigma and Nye. He finds some solace in the work, in splitting his mind between architecture and materials and fastenings so much that he can't focus on the events of the Arena. Turning the junk in his room into some sort of productive sculpture pulls him out of that memory sucking at his ankles. It's a rope hoisting him out of Aunamee's fingers on his shoulder, the bruises of captivity on his wrists.
He brushes off an attempt to help from an Avox when it comes to getting the thing up into the elevator, preferring instead to do it alone despite the red imprints of edges in his palms and the sweat prickling at the back of his neck. It's a large beast, a small building of gutter tubes and cardboard platforms wrapped in carpeting, of dangling feathers and beads and velvety fabric to make hammocks. Howard studied countless cat playgrounds on the internet to decide how to make this one. It's even visually pleasing, all blue fabric and grey metal and painted wood. There are still powder-blue smudges under Howard's fingernails.
After there's no answer to his knocking, he lets himself in to Sigma's room. It doesn't occur to him that he shouldn't ignore the locked door, even though he'd hate for someone to do the same to him. He uses his foot to block Nye from escaping as he lugs the gift in, the scoops the cat up and into his lap as he sits on the floor next to the bed.
Nye doesn't seem to especially enjoy being picked up like that, but Howard's urge to coddle something overrides the cat's mewling protests, and boy and animal wait for Sigma there.