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Jun. 22nd, 2013 03:05 pmIt's really surprising how little alone time Walter's had since this years pre-Games insanity began. Even before the Reaping there was that whole unpleasant 'Let's clean up Sullivan' business he'd fought and lost against. Every time a new team comes on, it's the same thing: fix him up. Get rid of the scruff. Cut his hair. Get rid of the scars.
Well, he's just going to have to do something about it, isn't he? Which is why he sorely needs that alone time. Weapons and things that could be weapons are severely restricted around tributes, for obvious reasons. He knows the kitchen has choice cutlery but getting one of their knives was potentially more trouble than it was worth. So he'd done with obvious thing: improvised. That took a little doing.
The first night in the apartment he found a glass sculpture of something that was suitable enough and broke the fucking thing. Before he could finish shaping the choicest bit into something good enough to accurate carve flesh and actually begin on that, he'd been stuck attending breakfast. (Admittedly he could have worked more after but then drinking and napping happened.)
Now that the rest of the team is off dealing with these stupid blog things, though, he's got the time. He steals a few of Weyoun's towels though before slipping off to his room to do the thing. If he manages to get this done uninterrupted Weyoun can expect a gift of bloody towels and a nice note saying DON'T FUCKING DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.
Well, he's just going to have to do something about it, isn't he? Which is why he sorely needs that alone time. Weapons and things that could be weapons are severely restricted around tributes, for obvious reasons. He knows the kitchen has choice cutlery but getting one of their knives was potentially more trouble than it was worth. So he'd done with obvious thing: improvised. That took a little doing.
The first night in the apartment he found a glass sculpture of something that was suitable enough and broke the fucking thing. Before he could finish shaping the choicest bit into something good enough to accurate carve flesh and actually begin on that, he'd been stuck attending breakfast. (Admittedly he could have worked more after but then drinking and napping happened.)
Now that the rest of the team is off dealing with these stupid blog things, though, he's got the time. He steals a few of Weyoun's towels though before slipping off to his room to do the thing. If he manages to get this done uninterrupted Weyoun can expect a gift of bloody towels and a nice note saying DON'T FUCKING DO THAT TO ME AGAIN.
