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» Seeking Solace, Michael
Auryon Diana Ward
 Posted: Feb 27 2012, 10:15 PM
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Whatever Auryon had been expecting to see as she flipped the light switch in the room’s attached bathroom, the image before her wasn’t it. The… creature that looked back at her in the mirror was only vaguely familiar. But it was reminiscent of how Auryon had looked on screen at the very end of her Games, but watching those reruns the first time hadn’t been nearly as shocking as this. Back then, her image was not only still recognizable, but it had taken a week and a half for her to get to that point. Now… the creature looking back at her in the mirror was only barely human, and this time Auryon had gone from human to… this in less than twenty-four hours.

The slight comparison to her appearance at the end of her Games drew her attention to the blood covering her first. She didn’t remember Selene bleeding this much, and now Auryon’s clothes were covered in it, both spatter and smears. As she looked at them, inspecting different blotches staining her pants and what was left of her shirt, more flashes began to come to mind. They’d struggled. He’d gotten away from her at one point… or she let him get away. That was why she was so covered in it. She hadn’t restrained him like she had Selene. Some of it had to be Aleron’s too. Blended in with the blood of the driver, Aleron’s blood also stained her clothes. Maybe there at the blotches on her knees or maybe across her chest as she leaned over him. Something about that realization made Auryon’s stomach churn and her hands scrambled to strip the clothes from her body, but cloth could only absorb so much, and as Auryon dropped her clothing to the floor, she turned back to the mirror to see that it’d soaked through to her skin in places. Not as much, but it was there and a shiver from something besides the sudden chill shot through her.

There was a notable line where the collar of her shirt had been. A difference in color between the skin that’d been covered and the skin that’d been exposed to the blood. Green eyes started there and followed the blood spatter up her neck and into her hair. It was a tangled mess and matted in a place or two where it’d gotten bloody, but it fit the creature staring at her perfectly. Wild, untamed, dangerous.

Auryon’s face was largely obscured by blood spatter and large smears where perhaps he’d been dripping down her face or into her eyes, but her gaze fell on a patter on smaller smears on her left cheek like someone had streaked the blood across her face. These weren’t the rough smears that Auryon had noticed across her forehead or on her jaw though. These were more delicate. Like they’d been done slowly. Auryon reached a hand up and let her fingers follow the paths left in the dried blood. It started to piece together slowly. She remembered this. This was Aleron’s blood.

The rest of the memory hit her so hard, Auryon had to plant her hands firmly on the counter and lock her knees to hold herself up. Aleron laying on the ground, reaching his hand up to her cheek. Soothing her. Comforting her. Reassuring her. Then Aleron’s eyes closing. His hand falling to the ground. The breath leaving his chest.

“No!” What Auryon had thought would be a scream came out as barely a gasp. The memory… no… the image had stolen the breath from her chest and with it her voice. Aleron wasn’t dead. That wasn’t what happened. …Was it? “No.” She breathed again, furiously shaking her head, trying to rid it of the image. Her mind was playing tricks on her. That wasn’t a memory! She’d imagined it. Hallucinated it. Something! But it hadn’t actually happened. No matter how many times she tried to tell herself that though, she couldn’t forget it.

Wild, panicked green eyes looked up into the mirror and stared at the pair looking back at her. No. This… creature was making it hard to think. She needed it gone. She needed it all gone. Just as her hand fell on the faucet however, the knock at the door made Auryon jump. Her heart leapt to her throat, pounding frantically. She should have left earlier. Why had Michael tried to stop her? There was a window, and Auryon was pretty sure she could get to it, but she had no idea where she’d be on the outside of the house. She turned from the sink, ready to bolt, but paused at the sound that followed. Scratching. What would… Runner. Some of her panic left and Auryon turned back to the counter, taking a deep breath to calm her fight or flight instinct. “It’s your house.” Auryon eventually called to him, hoping her voice didn’t sound as… unnerved as she felt by both the start he’d given her, and the image still staring at her from the mirror.

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Michael was just starting to grow concerned when she finally replied. Opening the door, he didn't even bother scolding Runner when the dog bounded into the room and around the corner.

"Yes, but despite rumor to the contrary, I do still have the remnants of manners drilled into me from before the Capitol corrupted me beyond repair," he replied cheerfully.

Runner had disappeared, he assumed into the bathroom on the other side of the room. He hoped the shepherd mutt wasn't bothering her, though that was probably a futile hope. "I'm just dropping the clothes off anyway...use whatever you want, I grabbed anything that looked remotely wearable. Do you need anything else? Because otherwise I'm leaving Runner here to guard you while I make breakfast. And you're required to eat some of it, as my guest here, regardless of how little like food it might actually taste," Michael was a fairly awful cook. He always thought his food tasted better when he was drunk...but then he could rarely taste much when he was drunk.

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 Posted: Feb 28 2012, 09:00 PM
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Corrupted beyond repair.

The words echoed in Auryon’s mind as she stared into the eyes of the creature in the mirror. She wasn’t sure what to make of those words. Auryon had never been as anti-Capitol as Aleron had. They were an annoyance that occasionally took her away from him for a month a year. But recent events were starting to change that, and hearing him say that made her think that maybe Aleron had had it right all along. Aleron… who was certainly dead now.

Auryon gave a firm shake of her head, clenching her hands into fists on the countertop before she tore her eyes away from her reflection only to land on Runner standing next to her, standing on the tile floor near her. Auryon just looked at her as she listened to Michael. Did she recognize her like this? Did she smell the blood? Did she know what Auryon had done? Auryon started to reach a hand down to her, but after catching another glimpse of nearly her entire forearm covered in blood, she thought better of it.

If she had been in a better mood she might have laughed at having the dog guard her because really, Auryon didn’t need a guard of any kind. But more likely that was Michael’s way of making sure she didn’t run off without him knowing since he now seemed intent on keeping her here. “Fine.” She told him. What she needed, she either wouldn’t allow him to give or he couldn’t give in the first place.

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He glanced towards the bathroom door at the shorty reply. Auryon wasn't exactly the talkative sort anyway though, it was far more in character for her to give that sort of response. Still he had a nagging feeling there was something wrong, and felt a tug of distress as he turned back towards the bedroom door. She'd be fine. She would have said something if she needed anything else. Probably not if something else was wrong though. Or if she didn't want to be alone for some reason. Of course, she wasn't alone. Runner was there with her.

Michael just wished he'd been able to draw more of a reply from her. It bothered him. Stupidly. He wished he could somehow telepathically connect with Runner to know if the other Victor was okay. Or okay enough for him to be leaving on her own.

"Alright. I'll get out of your hair then. If you need anything else, I'll be just down the hall," he finally said, turning to cross back to the door.

At least there was a lot of food in the house with the kids there now, or he would only have been able to offer her alcohol for breakfast.

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Seconds ticked by without Auryon moving, trying to keep her eyes from catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror again. She needed to move. She needed to get the blood off of her. That would help. It’d make her memory stop trying to trick her. It’d make her more confident that Aleron was okay, safe, in better hands right now. It was that thought that finally got Auryon to move from where she’d been glued in front of the counter. Her clothes were a lost cause. Best to burn them later. Her boots though… they should clean off easily enough.

Auryon pulled them off and turned on the faucet. She was right. The blood had dried but not penetrated the leather. It took only a couple of minutes each to clean them from sole to seam and Auryon set them outside the bathroom door. Cleaning them had removed the top layer of dried blood from her hands, but it wasn’t gone. It would take more than just one wash to remove it all.

Auryon left the door cracked incase Runner didn’t like the steam as she turned on the shower. As the water heated, Auryon stripped off the last of her clothes, the stepped in. The water wasn’t any warmer than she usually had it, but it seemed scalding where it landed on her skin. She felt so cold that the warmth of the water seemed more intense than it actually was, but Auryon didn’t move or adjust the temperature. She just stood there for a while, letting the water run over her and slowly start to smear the dried blood covering her. Red streaked the water as it pooled at her feet before running down the drain. For a while she just stood there, watching the red water run down along the shower floor, but as the water seemed be become less scalding, Auryon lathered a washcloth and started running it over her skin. It was calm at first, monotonous. But it didn’t take long for it to turn harsh, furiously scrubbing at her skin to remove the blood that stained it.

She could feel herself starting to shake again and tears followed the path of the water down her face. She wasn’t sure what she felt. Anger? Pain? Sorrow? Certainly not at killing the man. Maybe at what it said about her, or what it might mean for those she cared about, but she didn’t regret the action itself. How could murder ever bother her? And if murder didn’t bother her, being covered in the blood of her victim shouldn’t either, but… it wasn’t just his blood. Some of it was Aleron’s. Spilling his blood was never ok! But being covered in it… Auryon felt her stomach clench again. She needed it off. All of it. Then she could think clearly.

Four washes. It took four head to toe washes and five separate shampoos before Auryon started to feel better. Her skin had turned a bright pink color that had nothing to do with anyone’s blood and everything to do with how hard she’d been scrubbing it. She’d popped all the blisters on her feet from the run here, worn down some of her callouses, cleansed all the small cuts she'd discovered (presumably a result of her run through the woods) and rubbed her whole body raw. Once she was sure that the whole shower was free of the blood that had stained her skin, Auryon lowered herself to the floor and just sat in the spray of the water.

What had starting off as a scalding heat had turned to a pleasant warmth as Auryon’s body adjusted. It was slowly starting to fill her again, pushing out the cold she had decided to keep which was not helping her thoughts to never return home. She knew she should get out but it was so soothing Auryon couldn’t bring herself to move. The longer she sat there, the more exhausted she started to feel. The heat was helping to work out the ache in her muscles, but Auryon hadn’t eaten in close to twenty-four hours, hadn’t slept in more than that. And how much energy did she burn during her hunt and her run here? Suddenly Michael’s breakfast didn’t seem so bad, but Auryon couldn’t bring herself to leave the pleasant warmth of the shower. Auryon folded her arms on her bent knees and rested her head on them just soaking in the warmth to sate her body’s craving. She’d decide what to do later.

Auryon was no stranger to lack of sleep, but her sleepless night plus her lack of food, the stress of yesterday, and her raw emotional state made the exhaustion even more demanding. She wasn’t sure how long she was in the shower for, and she was almost positive she’d dozed off a few times, but as the water started to cool, Auryon almost reluctantly shut it off, pulled herself to her feet and stepped out of the shower. Wiping away the fog from the mirror, Auryon looked at herself again. Although dripping wet, Auryon found it much easier to identify herself. Better. Although she honestly thought she looked worse than she had before, the creature was gone, and that had been what Auryon needed. She looked, and felt, more like herself, although her usual cool confidence was lacking, and in its place the stress, the pain, the fatigue was even more evident on her face and in the slope of her shoulders. She could think more clearly though. Aleron wasn’t dead. Hurt but not dead, and Kal was taking care of him. She breathed a little easier at that more confident realization, and quickly toweled off her raw pink skin and dripping hair.

The clothes Michael had left certainly left much to be desired, but they were at least close to the right size. Nothing too uncomfortable to wear, and at the moment anything was better than her bloodstained clothing. Now both looking and feeling more like herself, Auryon allowed herself to reach down and run a hand through Runner’s fur, no longer quite so irritated with having a ‘guard’. She’d actually forgotten the dog was there, and now she was grateful for the quiet company. “Come on.” She said softly, ringing out her tangled hair a final time before leaving the room. She headed back down the hallway on sore, bare feet to find Michael in the kitchen.

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The kitchen was huge, but it didn't take long for it to be a complete mess. Michael's natural habitat was not a kitchen. He knew where everything was, and where everything belonged, but somehow, in his hands, even when making the more simple of meals, it all just went to hell. Perhaps it was his flippancy when putting things together. Bowls covered most of the counters stretching around the room, the fridge was half open and pans littered the stove. Various utensils were strewn about, and everything was liberally covered in bits of food that they had contributed to making.

There was a table in the kitchen Michael usually ate at. It was actually fairly clean, holding only a plate of lopsided pancakes, a pitcher of orange juice, what might have at one point been bacon before being burned beyond recognition, and several bowls of fruit. Michael liked fruit. It was terribly hard to mess up on fruit, since all one had to do was cut it up. Strawberries he liked in particular, since he didn't even have to cut those up.

He hummed happily to himself as he dumped some of the dishes closest to the sink into the soapy water filling the large basin. At the far end of the counter were eggs. Maybe. Michael was sure they'd started out as eggs, but whatever they were now, they weren't edible, so he dumped them in the garbage bin under the sink. He was quickly bored with cleaning. He peered into the hall, but his guest had not yet emerged.

He considered his options. He was sure Runner would warn him like some super hero dog on television if Auryon tried to leave or was in distress. So, trusting that task to the mutt, he grabbed his guitar from the living room and wandered back to sit on a semi clean counter and play until she did show up.

If she did show up.

Maybe she wouldn't. He knew Runner wasn't actually that fantastic of a guard. But if Auryon wanted to leave, he couldn't stop her. Shouldn't want to really. If she'd cleaned up and gotten dressed in less conspicuous clothing...well she could leave safely couldn't she? But where would she go from there? He wondered. Sighing, he shoved the worries aside and distracted himself with the song he'd been thinking of earlier.

He became so lost in the song he was playing, he didn't even notice when Auryon did show up. He was bowed over the guitar, concentrating on getting the melody just right. He hadn't really paid any mind to how his cooking had affected his appearance either. His hat covered his face, but his hat had some of the whatever it was he'd used to make pancakes, and his jeans and rumpled shirt were stained with plenty of random colors that must have appeared while in the midst of cooking.

He paused in his playing to hum out the melody, then try to fit the notes he was playing on the guitar to how it sounded in his mind.

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Even if the kitchen hadn’t been so easy to find, the sound of Michael’s guitar would have led Auryon there. Apparently she and Michael had a similar love of cleaning because the state she found the kitchen is was similar to how she frequently left her own. Although, Auryon didn’t usually manage to get herself covered in the food she was making like Michael had. She stepped quietly into the kitchen, feeling the cool floor beneath her feet. He didn’t notice her right away, and Auryon wasn’t in any hurry to announce her presence. She saw the food he’d laid out on the table, but while the shower had seemed to remind her of hunger, Michael’s music had drawn her full attention.

She enjoyed listening to him play. Like how she enjoyed listening to Aleron sing. So she leaned against wall and just listened. A slight frown tugged on her mouth when he stopped, apparently not playing the notes he wanted. Auryon didn’t recognize the song, but Michael frequently made his own tunes. Aleron did that too. She hadn’t been inspired like that in a long time, and it made her wonder what had inspired Michael now. “What are you playing?”

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Michael looked up, his fingers pausing above the strings as he caught sight of his guest. He wondered for a moment how long she'd been there, taking a moment to look at her. She looked better. And it was admittedly a relief to see her without the blood...that had been truly disconcerting. He hadn't really realized how disconcerting until he saw her now, free from the blood stains and grime.

Runner was sitting silently next to the female Victor and he grinned. The traitor dog could have warned him he had company, but the fluffy creature seemed content to remain where she was, even with food on the table.

"A breakfast song," he lied with a smile. People rarely reacted well to learning what his songs were truly about. That he'd been fine tuning what his mind had conjured earlier was not something he had, or wanted, to share. He hopped down from his perch, humming as he waved towards the table. "It is probably barely edible. But the fruit is good. That, at least, shouldn't do you any harm. I cannot entirely vouch for the rest," he admitted cheerfully.

And he was feeling cheerful. Probably ridiculous. Auryon was in trouble. Hell, he was in trouble probably. But that was alright. He had a sneaky habit of outliving his usefulness, and would probably slip through this situation somehow, no matter who else fell for his missteps.

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The way Michael looked at her almost made Auryon wanted to take a step back which was ridiculous. Since when was she afraid of anything? Especially Michael? Especially of what people thought of her? But something about how he considered her now after seeing her how she’d looked before made Auryon… uncomfortable. Worried almost that he’d see something she’d missed, or be unable to reconcile how she looked now with how she had an hour ago. The notion that Auryon cared what someone else saw in her was ridiculous, but the worry that she still looked like that creature to him wouldn’t leave. Auryon had lost her confidence, and that wasn’t something she knew how to reclaim.

Michael didn’t comment on her appearance which made Auryon both slight relieved and nervous. Instead he gave an answer to the question she’d asked. A breakfast song? Auryon wasn’t sure how much she really believed that because really who made a song about breakfast? …Well, she wouldn’t put Michael above it, but… She let it go. What did it matter anyway?

She followed his direction as he waved her over to the table and gave a slight shrug at his warnings. “I don’t honestly care what it tastes like.” She admitted. Didn’t even care about the ingredients at the moment. Her cooking wasn’t much better. She didn’t burn food like Michael seemed to have a talent for, but she didn’t really flavor it either. That was all Aleron.

Before she’d even sat in a chair, Auryon had a pancake in her hand, not even bothering with the plate. Auryon wasn’t exactly known for her table manners, and within minutes she’d devoured several of the pancakes and bacon that Michael had set out, pausing only to pour a glass of orange juice, and again to refill it once she’d gulped that down. For as much as she loved fruit, her body needed the carbs and protein first. "Did you already eat?" She asked during her pause. "Because I can and will eat the rest of this." She warned. Maybe not all the fruit. She'd pick at that slower, but it was only fair to warn him that the rest would likely be gone quickly.

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Michael wasn't sure whether he should be amused, flattered or concerned with how quickly she went through the food he'd made. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head as he stole one of the bowls of fruit and settled into the chair at the end of the table. He occasionally hit a note, but mainly he focused on eating.

"By all means. I kind of ate as I was cooking anyway," he said graciously. Because while he had eaten while he was cooking, it was more to make sure what he was making was at least moderately edible. And half the time it hadn't been.

But he was content with one of the fruit bowls. He could always eat more later and it was obvious she needed the food more than he did. Although he was a little worried she'd get sick from eating so much of something that was probably not cooked properly. Not that it was undercooked, but rather that it wasn't precisely what it should be as food he made rarely turned out how it was supposed to be.

He kept watching her for a moment. He felt better now. She no longer looked...well if someone saw her she wouldn't be in trouble. Runner had followed the District four resident over and stared up at her with pleading eyes until Michael snapped his fingers. With a whine, the calico collie mix trotted over to him and leaned on his chair, trying to pleading look with him.

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It didn’t take long after Michael had relinquished his claim to the rest of the food for it to vanish from the plates. Auryon didn’t really taste it (although perhaps that was just as well if it truly was as bad as Michael said). It was pretty much a grab, chew, swallow process which sometime barely completed step two. In under ten minutes Auryon had both plates clear and stacked on top of each other near the center of the table. Impressive perhaps, but not really a record for her. She’d done better. Although this was one of the few times she wasn’t paying for refusing to slow down. She felt better. Something else to check off of some imaginary list of things she could try to improve how she felt. Auryon doubted the long term effects of the meal would be very helpful. It was an improvement for the time being.

She dragged a bowl of grapes toward her as she leaned back in her chair drinking orange juice at a much more reasonable pace. “Thank you.” She said quietly after a few moments as she methodically, but slowly, began popping grapes into her mouth. She wasn’t great with words of gratitude. Or words in general actually. She did much better showing how she felt than saying. But repaying the favor (if that could even describe it) that Michael had done – was doing for her would be no small task, and despite Auryon’s current plans to disappear, she’d need to figure out a way to do both. Repay him while she was gone. At least she wouldn’t be bored.

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"Not at all. Thank you. You have renewed my faith in my own cooking. Maybe I'll switch talents and become a master chef," Michael replied solemnly, still only halfway through the fruit bowl he'd kidnapped for himself.

Not that he wasn't hungry at all. But he was busy thinking of what his next move should be. He wasn't entirely sure still where Auryon was. She was strong, and he was confident she could bounce back from anything. But the way she'd been talking earlier still bothered him.

"So. Do you know what you will do now then?" he asked calmly, looking up from the food to watch Auryon's reaction.

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“You mean after you let me leave without needing to cause you bodily harm?” Auryon asked. For several long moments she just fingered the grapes in the bowl, trying to decide how she wanted to answer Michael’s question. Tell him, or lie? Okay, so she wasn’t so great at actually lying. Keeping secrets sure, but as far as trying to come up with a cover story… not so much. She felt better but wasn’t inclined to go running off right this second. As she satisfied her hunger, her exhaustion was becoming all that was left filling her. Exhaustion, stress, and a pain that part of Auryon was determined never to ease.

Staying here, however, was dangerous. Repercussions of what she’d done aside, the longer Auryon remained, the longer she gave herself to put herself back together, the more time she had to question her decision. Already she’d let the warmth of the shower diminish the cold she was desperately trying to hold onto. If she stayed, if she let Michael coax some of the exhaustion out of her body too… would it change her mind? “I’ll leave.” Auryon said, eyes focused on the few grapes she was lightly tugging off their stem. “Go where I can’t be dangerous to anyone else.” Auryon didn’t elaborate, giving a response similar to what she’d told Michael earlier before popping the grapes into her mouth.

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Michael forced his expression to remain the same. Forced himself to appear nonchalant and just nod while inside he worried. What did that mean? He hoped she didn't think she was going to get away with that sort of answer. He finished off a chunk of watermelon and reached for a slice of apple as he wrestled with himself about how to proceed.

Her first comment hadn't gone unnoticed either. She could easily leave, he knew that. The best he could hope for if she wanted out was to get in her way long enough for her to be forced to remove him from her path. But he still had words, and they were the weapon he was most adept with, so he'd have to hope they'd work, because otherwise he had the feeling this could still end badly.

Of course, someone was dead. Technically that meant it had already ended badly. But Auryon was alive. And no one knew what she'd done except him. Maybe her brother would know soon. But he didn't like how she was phrasing things. Where exactly was she talking about? The Capitol? There was nowhere to go...the Capitol had them locked in a cage. It might look like a world, but it wasn't. It was a cage that adjusted to the Capitol's will, and no matter where she went, Auryon would encounter the barbed wire fence. There was nowhere to go.

"You'll leave? And go where?" he asked, his voice mildly curious. Perhaps a touch concerned. He couldn't keep that out of his voice no matter how much he'd trained to hide behind a smile.

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18-April 11 • 2150 Moneys

Sonia


A flat out lie was pretty much out of the question, but did she want to lay it out for him? What would it matter? They’d already determined he couldn’t stop her once she was set on leaving. Auryon didn’t want to hurt Michael, but if it came down to it, she would. That was the type of person she was. “Away from people. Into the woods. Alone.” It would be a permanent situation, that much Auryon knew since returning after she left would be even more dangerous than her remaining now, but she’d already settled on that. Already decided it was the better option, and good with words as he was, she needed to be very careful not to let Michael change her mind.

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