Post by Wallace Barker on Dec 12, 2015 2:04:26 GMT -6
Wallace finally returned to the hotel suite for District 6. He was still weak from his illness. He walked slowly into the kitchen and grabbed a bright orange fruit from a bowl sitting on a large glass banquet style table. He tried biting into the outside of it and then began to cough and spit out a large chunk of rind. He eye balled it and then peeled off the rind with his hand, steadily and patiently. He took a full bite out of the fruits innards and sighed contently.
He looked around and didn't see anyone nearby, so he stood from the table and began to wander around the suite a bit more. He turned down a hallway and peaked inside an open door and found a room that was obviously in use, so he turned to the room directly across from it and wandered in with a light push on the wooden door. It was miraculous, like nothing he had ever seen or known. He barely remembered staying in the futuristic hospital: due to the nature of his illness, Wallace was kept under for much of it. Wallace was still enraged at the liberties the capitol took to cure him, they had given him morphling, which he had weakly struggled against them to keep them from using, but he was so easily over powered in his debilitated state.
Walking out of his room Wallace went to sit in the common area and wait for his district mate to return, she must be curious where he has been. He was curious what she had done, and who she was... and if she could be trusted. Wallace clutched his token in his hand while he waited, turning the metal gear over and over in his hands.
He looked around and didn't see anyone nearby, so he stood from the table and began to wander around the suite a bit more. He turned down a hallway and peaked inside an open door and found a room that was obviously in use, so he turned to the room directly across from it and wandered in with a light push on the wooden door. It was miraculous, like nothing he had ever seen or known. He barely remembered staying in the futuristic hospital: due to the nature of his illness, Wallace was kept under for much of it. Wallace was still enraged at the liberties the capitol took to cure him, they had given him morphling, which he had weakly struggled against them to keep them from using, but he was so easily over powered in his debilitated state.
Walking out of his room Wallace went to sit in the common area and wait for his district mate to return, she must be curious where he has been. He was curious what she had done, and who she was... and if she could be trusted. Wallace clutched his token in his hand while he waited, turning the metal gear over and over in his hands.
