Who| Starkiller and You
What| Starkiller has finally been released
after the arena incident and is now an Avox, so he's doing his Avox chores and stuff
Where| All around Tribute Tower
When| A week after the incident, so present day
Warnings/Notes| Avox stuff- mention of body mutilation probably
It wasn't what he expected. Perhaps it's stupid of him- he'd known of Avoxes, that their crimes meant they were never allowed to talk again and forced to be servants, but he'd never actually thought that his actions would land him as one. All signs pointed to getting tortured or humiliated- things he knew he could handle. After all, Darth Vader had never made life a walk in the park. He thought he could handle whatever the Capitol threw at him, because in his mind he'd already dealt with the worst he possibly could. The Capitol paled in comparison to Darth Vader.
He was wrong. At first he had resisted, of course. The whole point of his stunt had been to show them that they didn't have control over him. But then they started drugging him, inducing fears and feelings in him that made it almost impossible to resist them. And then the tongue removal. To his credit, he resisted for days, trying to hold onto his reason and resolve; that he was a free person. That he no longer would have to bow to any master. But eventually it all became too much, too traumatic. Too painful. A piece of him broke, and he couldn't put it back together in order to resist any longer.
Throughout it all, his motivation came in the form of memories of people he'd grown close to in his time in the Capitol- primarily Hans. It's hard not to focus on him when for so long, Hans had been the one and only friend he'd actually had in this place. Hans became his reason for getting through it- the light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak. Thinking about him made it feel like he wasn't so alone. It made it easier, in a way, and yet difficult in others. But finally, it came to an end and he was allowed to go back out into the world.
Once more, he was a servant, existing only to serve other people and being unable to do a damn thing about it. It felt awful- but their drugs had successfully rewired him. He didn't like it, not at all. More than that, a part of him was afraid to seek out anyone familiar upon getting out. He knew he would be punished, and they had done enough to him that the idea was terrifying. So he didn't seek anyone out, but he didn't let the fear get so strong that he avoided anyone, either.
He simply did his chores, going wherever he needed and doing whatever he needed to do. From the kitchens, to various district suites, Starkiller was there to either clean up a tribute's mess or take an order. He
really disliked being ordered around to get food or drink for people, but he would do it. Refusing would only end badly, after all. All the while, a part of him hoped to run into someone familiar and another part of him dreaded it at the same time.
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