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thecapitol2013-11-29 12:41 am
nunpunching) wrote in thecapitol2013-11-29 12:41 am
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I Don't Know If I Can Call This Home [Open]
WHO| Punchy and open
WHAT| Punchy gets his tongue back.
WHEN| Week Six
WHERE| District 6 Suites
WARNINGS| None yet.
He messes up his room first. Not out of spite, but because the bare walls, the laundered sheets, the rearranged furniture all feels like a reminder of having spent the last few months tongueless and too identity-less to have a space to call his own. He has to mark it, for lack of a better word, and that means upturning the desk into some sort of fortress against the closet, it means dragging the mattress off the bed frame onto the floor and turning the bed so that he can sleep while watching the door.
It wasn't something he ever worried about before.
He's not supposed to talk about it. He's under strict orders not to talk about the details. He knows he's been given a second chance, one that no other Avox has yet received, but he also knows that blessing don't always come in warm packages that are easy to accept. When an Avox opens his door to deliver some laundry, he can't bring himself to look at her, and he stares out the window at the skyline for an hour after she leaves.
He grabs a stereo out of the lounge and squirrels it back into his room. Giving exactly zero shits that it's a little past three in the morning, Punchy covers the sound of his sobbing with floor-rattling, wall-shaking bass from a Dr. Dre record.
WHAT| Punchy gets his tongue back.
WHEN| Week Six
WHERE| District 6 Suites
WARNINGS| None yet.
He messes up his room first. Not out of spite, but because the bare walls, the laundered sheets, the rearranged furniture all feels like a reminder of having spent the last few months tongueless and too identity-less to have a space to call his own. He has to mark it, for lack of a better word, and that means upturning the desk into some sort of fortress against the closet, it means dragging the mattress off the bed frame onto the floor and turning the bed so that he can sleep while watching the door.
It wasn't something he ever worried about before.
He's not supposed to talk about it. He's under strict orders not to talk about the details. He knows he's been given a second chance, one that no other Avox has yet received, but he also knows that blessing don't always come in warm packages that are easy to accept. When an Avox opens his door to deliver some laundry, he can't bring himself to look at her, and he stares out the window at the skyline for an hour after she leaves.
He grabs a stereo out of the lounge and squirrels it back into his room. Giving exactly zero shits that it's a little past three in the morning, Punchy covers the sound of his sobbing with floor-rattling, wall-shaking bass from a Dr. Dre record.