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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: May 29 2012, 07:40 PM
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Bolt said a harried goodbye to his receptionist and shut himself up in his office. He could tell she was miffed; she'd been annoyed at him all day. Normally, he supposed he was far more gracious than he had been in the last few days, but the Hunger Games always stressed him out. Twist being in the Capitol brought back bad memories, and he worried about his older brother when there was no one around to chase after him with food or make sure he didn't accidentally order himself a rabid lion cub and end up foaming at the mouth.

He was doubly stressed this time, with both his brother being gone and having a patient in the arena. He'd been watching Orsino carefully, with a critical eye towards symptoms of the boy's cancer. He seemed to be doing well so far, save for the exhaustion and the pain in his legs; if he could just hold on for a day or two longer, the rest of them were sure to finish each other off. The other three didn't seem to pose much threat physically; even with weak legs, Bolt was fairly certain the boy from Ten could overpower them if he needed to, as long as they didn't gang up on him.

To that point, it had been an incredibly stressful day in the office, waiting to snatch a moment and catch up on the Games. He had a TV in his office, but he had hardly had a moment to pop in and check the recaps. It seemed everyone in Ten was busy getting themselves injured or sick--he spent nearly all day in the exam room, and as much as he wanted to, he couldn't turn away from his patients. By the time he finally retired to his office, he was sure he was indeed short with his receptionist. He'd apologize tomorrow, but for now, he wanted to see what was going on in the arena.

His hands were shaking as he reached to turn on the TV. The commentators' faces immediately appeared, and he cranked the volume up, relieved--perhaps they would give a rundown of what had gone on. He reached into his pocket, fishing around for the Kleenex wrapped little pill of joy he usually kept there, but his fingers hit nothing but fabric. He must have accidentally thrown it away earlier when he was with a patient. Irritating, but he had a nearly full bottle in his top drawer.

Bolt made his way over to his desk, never taking his eyes off the screen. He reached into his top drawer and started fishing around, but his fingers scraped against wood only. Frustrated now, he yanked the drawer further out and turned his full attention on it, pushing things aside til he found the bottle. He popped it open and tapped out one the neon purple pills. On second thought, he tapped out a second before he put the cap on and tossed it back in his drawer.

He turned his attention back on the screen as he popped the pills in his mouth. He hadn't even noticed the door had opened, not in his scramble to find his purple stress-reliever or his frantic need to see what was going on far away in the Capitol. A bomb might have gone off outside his window, and Bolt's eyes would probably still have been glued on the television.

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The Hunger Games always fascinated Kavi; even when he was young, before his parents died, he had been enthralled. Maybe back then he didn't realize the enormity of blood being shed, and that's why he could watch without fear. Now, though... now he knew death. He'd stared it in the face as he watched his mother commit suicide. She wasn't right in the head then, and even his presence hadn't stopped her. He realized then how insignificant he truly was. He realized then that was why he was nothing in the face of pain, suffering, and death.

And maybe that was why he embraced pain. Not all pain, but just pain inflicted on himself. It gave him some sense of control; he could decide when something would hurt him. If he didn't have that control, Kavi was very, very afraid. Whenever he hurt himself, he could think that he had power.

Power was what motivated Kavi, for all his shy, closed-off personality might indicate otherwise. He wanted to be so powerful that nothing would ever hurt him again. He could still watch the Games with the same enthusiasm he had when he was younger, hoping someday he'd have enough power to survive those Games. To win. To dance with death and come out alive, no matter the cost or the consequences.

Watching the Games always made him want to go out and do something. A lull in the action during Day Six saw him outside in District Ten towards the evening hours, running through the fields. There were dips in the ground, rocks jutting up, and general unevenness of footing, but Kavi didn't stop his break neck speed for anything. He jumped over rocks, tumbled down steep slopes, and leaped over fences. He was very much scraped up, but he didn't care.

At least, he didn't care until he twisted his ankle. Only a short gasp of pain followed as Kavi tumbled to a halt on the ground. He gritted his teeth, holding his right foot in his hand, and forced himself to not cry out. Crying out was weakness. He shook his head, almost as if he was mentally telling himself he couldn't cry. Then, with a determined look on his face, he stood up and hobbled towards civilization. He was about a quarter mile out from the District Square at this point, but it still took him nearly thirty minutes to reach his destination.

He wasn't a stranger to Dr. Arcadia's practice, for obvious reasons. It was after hours, but he heard the television chatter and knew that someone had to be there. He looked around before letting the front door shut quietly, and limping over towards a room that had to be the doctor's office. Kavi leaned on the door frame for a moment before opening the door as quietly as he could and peering inside.

Dr. Arcadia was taking some medicine and watching the Games. It was a bright purple that seemed almost unnatural. Kavi watched the man's hands shake as he tipped the pills onto his palm. He didn't know what it was, but Kavi wasn't about to interrupt whatever he was doing. What if it was important?


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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: May 31 2012, 06:05 PM
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Bolt had been listening to the commentators chatter away for a few minutes, but they had yet to say anything important. Mostly, it was all just speculation about who would be the Victor and how they'd win, whether there would be a feast soon...all the hypothetical chatter led him to believe that not much had happened today, which was odd. It was Day Six. It should have been a bloody, eventful day. But he supposed the personalities of the remaining tributes, and the various islands of the arena, helped keep the bloodshed away at least for another few hours. He was sure the Capitolites wouldn't be pleased about that.

He turned in his chair to do a bit of last-minute paperwork before he locked up for the night and went home. It was then that his eye caught on a swatch of color out of place, and his head jerked up--to find a kid standing in his doorway. He nearly jumped out of his skin--how long had the kid been standing there? Had he been watching the Games as well? Or had he...had he seen...

No. Bolt hadn't seen anyone come in, not then. And even if he had, what would it matter? He was a doctor, but he was a person, too. He was allowed to take medicine, not just prescribe it. It wasn't like the kid had seen him doing anything actually wrong or illegal. And besides, he knew this kid--Kavi was his name, and he was always in a load of trouble somehow. The most injuries Bolt thought he'd ever treated on one kid, and not even a kid from his own district.

"Hey," he said with a smile just a little too bright to be completely genuine. "Sorry, you scared me there for a minute. What are you doing out here at this hour, Kavi? Is there something I can help you with?"

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He didn't look like he was in pain or anything. Well, not like Kavi was in pain. He had just popped them like they were candies, like those candies in the store that his family could never afford. But candies weren't sold in medicine bottles, and they certainly weren't shaped like pills. That would give kids the wrong idea, that it was okay to take medicine when one didn't need it. Couldn't you die from something like that?

Well, there's lots of ways to die, Kavi mused, eyes flickering to the television. He listened to the people talk about the Games and who would become the Victor. Kavi even wondered to himself. He assumed Dr. Arcadia would want Orsino to win, simply because he was from the same district. All the District Eleven kids were dead, had been since the Bloodbath. But Kavi never rooted for the kids from his district; they always lost. He liked people like Orsino, people who were brave and could kill Careers. Kavi wouldn't mind killing a Career, since they were such awfully mean people.

Kavi's eyes were on the television until he saw out of the corner of his eye a sudden movement from the doctor. He turned, and noticed the surprised look on Dr. Arcadia's face, but said nothing. He blinked a couple of times, then looked at him with owl eyes. And if there was anything Kavi could do well, he could read people, so the affected smile told him that Dr. Arcadia was hiding something. But wasn't everyone? Everyone had their share of secrets, including him. People often thought someone his age, so young, couldn't have their share of darkness. They were wrong.

Kavi didn't say anything, but braced himself, commanding himself inwardly to not fall over. To look like he was fine. Because pain was weakness leaving the body, and he couldn't be weak when he was in pain. He grimaced and limped into the room, leaning on a table and looking down at his ankle, then back at the doctor, hoping that would be enough to tell the man that his foot was injured.

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Bolt Arcadia
 Posted: Jun 4 2012, 06:13 PM
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For a long moment, the kid just stared at him with those wide eyes, and Bolt actually started to panic. What if he had seen? What if it was all far more obvious than he thought? What if the kid knew, and he told someone? It was all so carefully controlled, so intricately planned and casually handled, his pills quietly tucked away practically out in the open, and no one had ever thought...

But no. There was nothing to think, and nothing to tell. It was a couple pills, just a few times a day. He was stressed. That's what they were for. The Capitol sent the drugs to him because he was a doctor, he knew what to do with them. He knew when was enough--and that included for himself. There was no need to be nervous--because it wasn't a problem. And there was no way that this kid had any idea otherwise, either. Because he hadn't seen anything.

The kid started limping forward, and Bolt immediately made to stand, but Kavi was at his desk in just a few strides, glancing silently down at his ankle. Bolt frowned and rolled his desk chair towards the kid, glancing down at his leg. "Hurt your ankle?" he asked as casually as he could. "That's no good. Here, why don't you have a seat--" he said, nodding at a chair pushed off to the side, but within a step or two of his desk. "--and I'll take a look at it. What were you out doing?"

Good. Distract the kid. Get him talking about something else, something other than what he might have seen. Or not seen, rather.

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Kavi Fleet
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Maybe he was sick. There were a lot of people who were sick. Even Orsino was sick. Pills could help people who were sick, and maybe Dr. Arcadia just had a cold or something like that. Maybe he had pains in his knees; he'd heard some other workers talking about it, something called arthritis. He didn't know why anyone would resist pain though, or complain about it, especially if one couldn't help it. At least you knew it would be there; it wouldn't be the sudden sting of a kid pelting rocks at you.

Dr. Arcadia was a good doctor, anyway. Kavi didn't think he'd do anything wrong. He was nice; that's why Kavi had gone here instead of trying to catch a bus to go home. The man rolled his chair across the floor to Kavi, and Kavi took the chair he indicated, sinking down into it slowly, gritting his teeth, but doing his best to not show any pain. He looked up at Dr. Arcadia at his question, deciding whether he should answer or not. He looked down at his ankle, then back up at him. "Running." There, that was explanation enough, wasn't it? He didn't have to tell the doctor he was running recklessly, leaping off four foot high mounds at breakneck speeds or stumbling in pot holes.

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 Posted: Jun 7 2012, 12:41 PM
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Bolt watched the kid carefully; he had a curious expression on his face that Bolt couldn't quite name, and it made him rather uncomfortable. But then, though he knew the kid was pretty quite, he seemed like the sort who would come out and say it if he saw something wrong. Like the honest sort. Certainly he hadn't seen anything, because he hadn't said anything. Or else, that was what Bolt was telling himself.

The kid sat down with what looked like some difficulty; he was in pain, then, and as soon as Bolt reached down to examine his ankle, he could see why. It was already rather swollen, as if he had rolled it badly and then kept on going. He had walked here, Bolt was fairly certain, but from how far away?

"Does this hurt?" he asked, prodding gently at the boy's ankle. Nothing felt broken, per se, but it was probably a pretty bad sprain. "Can you turn it to the sides for me?"

He wondered vaguely why the kid had been running. He'd had a boy in here just the previous week who had been running from some bullies; was Kavi being subjected to the same sort of thing? "Why were you running?" he asked carefully. "Running from someone or to somewhere?"

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If there was one thing Kavi feared, it was being watched. It made him feel cornered, like a mouse facing a cat. And while Kavi knew better than to be struck with terror at Bolt's gaze, it was still uncomfortable to him. He averted his, closing his eyes briefly, as if by not seeing the man it made the gaze any less real. He only looked up when the man touched his ankle, and he hissed out a cry of pain, trying his best to hold it in.

At the man's second question though, he nodded briefly, then began turning it. It hurt like crazy, but he tried to hide it as best he could. If you didn't try to stop pain, you could overcome it. Pain was weakness leaving the body. That's what Kavi told himself, and when he was in pain, he actually enjoyed it, because he knew it was making him stronger. Better. Braver.

He didn't like the last two questions though. Not at all. He just looked at the doctor blankly for a few moments. Then, he decided it was best to reply, so he said quietly, "Neither," and hoped that would suffice.

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Bolt winced at the hiss of pain the kid let out; that was never good, even if the ankle wasn't broken. He watched Kavi turn it back and forth, clearly trying to mask how much it hurt him. He could move it well, at least; not a break, then, but it would do him well to stay off it. "You can stop," he said to the boy, laying a hand carefully on his ankle to stop him from doing more damage to it. "It doesn't appear broken, but you probably sprained it pretty bad with all that running," he said with a small smile. "Let me just grab some bandages, and I'll get it wrapped up for you."

"I'll be right back," he said as he stood up from his chair. He made quickly for the door of his office and across the hall to the exam room, where he kept all the supplies. Even as he sorted through his drawers looking for bandages, he was fretting again, though he had already rationalized the whole situation to himself. It was impossible for the kid to know, even if he had seen...he just had to get him patched up and out of here. The sooner he was gone, the sooner he would forget. Or at least, Bolt hoped.

He grabbed the roll of bandage he needed and popped back into his office, smiling. "Should be set in a few," he said, sitting back down across from Kavi. "Foot, please, sir," he said, and began unrolling the bandage. It was easier to be normal when he had something to do--when it was something he was so experienced at, that he could do it almost without thinking. His hands automatically began wrapping the bandage tightly around the kid's ankle, his eyes only straying up to the television when it sounded as if something exciting was happening.

"Have you been watching the Games much?" he asked as he wrapped, the bandage almost finished. He didn't expect much of a response from Kavi, so he went right on. "I think we're all excited for the boy around here this year," he said. "He might have a shot."

He finished wrapping the bandage tightly and tied it off. "There you go," he said. "You want to stay off it as much as you can, make sure you rewrap the bandage at least once a day and--" he pulled a bottle of pills from his pocket, one he'd snagged from his emergency stores in the exam room; sometimes, the pharmacies couldn't get what he prescribed, or else the people couldn't afford the medication. He liked to have a few things on hand, just in case. "Take one of these if it hurts a lot," he said, arching an eyebrow. "Two at the most in one day, and never two at once. Got it?"

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Kavi stopped turning his ankle to and fro at the doctor's touch. Part of him was glad that was over, but a certain part of him wanted to continue. Maybe if he felt the worst of the pain up front, it would go away quicker. Dr. Arcadia told him it was a sprain, and then went off to get bandages. Kavi didn't want the bandages, but he knew it'd be bad manners to say so or to just leave. He would let the doctor wrap his foot, but he'd take it off when he got home. All he had needed to know was that it wasn't broken. He'd deal with the pain his own way.

He came back and started wrapping Kavi's injured foot. The boy stayed silent, simply watching, figuring out what the easiest way to take them off later would be. Kavi listened to him talk about the Games, only nodding once. The District Eleven tributes died in the Bloodbath, so their district had no one to cheer for. If Kavi wanted anyone to win, it was Orsino. And it did look like he had a shot.

Kavi didn't really pay attention to Dr. Arcadia's instructions about how to manage the foot and the bandages. What he did pay attention to was the bottle of meds. Sure, it wasn't like Kavi was going to take it, but he was curious. He took the bottle from the doctor's hand and opened the cap. Purple pills. Never two at once? Kavi was confused, because the doctor had taken these exact pills. He'd taken two. At once. He furrowed his brow and looked up at the doctor with a questioning gaze.

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Now that he was done poking and prodding at Kavi, the kid seemed fairly content; he didn't say a word as Bolt wrapped his ankle up, or respond to any of his questions, but as far as Bolt knew, that was actually rather like him. He was an agreeable sort of boy, and Bolt had faith he'd absorbed the information, even if he hadn't responded to it.

He was about to smile and help him to the door when the boy opened up the bottle of pills and spilled some out into his hand before looking up at Bolt with a curious gaze. Bolt's smile froze on his face, and doubt flooded him again--Kavi was by no means stupid, that he knew, but he had been sure--positive--that the boy hadn't seen anything when he was standing by the door. But the look on his face, the question in his eyes said something different.

Bolt scrambled for a way to deflect the question the boy hand't even posed, but that hung there so tangibly in the air. "Sure, you can take some now," he said a bit stiffly, answering a new question, pretending he didn't understand. "I can get you some water, if you want. It's better to take them with food, but if it hurts, then it would be okay to take one right away."

He stood and crossed to a cabinet, where there lay two glasses; he'd have to fill one in the bathroom, but it was a short trip, and it got him away from Kavi's questioning gaze. He made a quick trip and came back with a glass half full of water, setting it on the corner of his desk in front of the boy. He cleared his throat and fiddled with his collar button as he sat back down, glancing nervously at the television.

"If you do take that one," he said at last. "Then that's it for today, since it's late. You know, these are...adult-sized pills. So you want to take smaller doses if you're still kid-sized, like you, buddy." He smiled mechanically, hoping his warning would serve as enough of a distraction to deflect the boy's curiosity about what he may or may not have seen.

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Kavi curled his hands around the pills. He didn't want to take them. He was just curious, because the doctor hadn't even followed his own instructions. Was he lying? Or did he like the pills? Did they taste like cherries or grapes or something? Wasn't it only little kids that did stuff like that though? He frowned and dropped the pills back into the bottle, ignoring the cup of water. He wasn't going to leave the pills here, but he wasn't planning on taking them. He wouldn't waste them though--maybe Jax or Lynx would want some.

He didn't really listen to Dr. Arcadia's instructions, because he knew now that it wasn't really that trustworthy. The man said something about adults and kids, but he'd said never. He'd said no one ever took two pills at once. Except him. Maybe he had special doctor powers that let him take more than two pills. He'd heard more extraordinary in stories his classmates told at school.

Kavi nodded, though he hadn't paid attention. He started walking towards the door, shoving the pills in his pocket.

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Bolt watched nervously as Kavi put the pills back in the bottle, his expression a mystery. Bolt was even more confused as to why the kid didn't seem to want to take the pills--was it because his ankle didn't hurt as much as it had appeared to? Or because he was wary, having seen Bolt take the same thing before he entered his office?

He was pretty sure that ankle hurt like hell. The kid had not only sprained it, but then walked out here on it; it should be throbbing in pain. So why the hell would he want to endure that, knowing he was probably going to have to walk part of the way home, anyway?

Bolt frowned, concerned and curious, but mostly grateful as Kavi stood up and made for the door. He followed the kid out, opening the front door for him, making a mental note to be sure he locked it this time, once the kid was gone. "You take care of yourself," he said as a goodbye. "Stay out of trouble. And stay off that ankle, if you can."


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