Walter Sullivan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
illdrinktothat) wrote2013-07-21 04:47 pm
illdrinktothat) wrote2013-07-21 04:47 pm
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Walter is infinitely grateful when the goddamn Victory banquet is finally over. It was a seemingly endless haze of hand-shakes and congratulations, Caro meeting people and having her picture taken, and him mostly just quietly plotting the death of everyone around him. Particularly anyone who insisted on stopping them to chat as the party was winding down. They stood between him and sleep. They needed to die. It's only fair.
Fortunately for all involved Walter did not go on a killing spree, but when he shoves his way onto the train back home he's not in a noticeably better mood, either. He finds the bar car and gets himself a drink and just... flops back into a chair, mostly scowling at the drink instead of drinking it. It might be a minute before Caro and Weyoun join him.
He's glad to leave the Capitol behind - oh is he ever - but he's also never all that happy about 12. It's... 12. It's home and he, for the most part, hates it, too. But he gets left alone in his house in Victor's Village and no one much pays attention to him, and he likes that arrangement just fine.
Of course... he's going to have a neighbor now. He'd say that's interesting but he already knows it's doubtful that'll change much. And this particular trip home comes with so much more in the way of potential problems than any others. Shit he can neither speak to anyone about or even do anything about.
Fortunately for all involved Walter did not go on a killing spree, but when he shoves his way onto the train back home he's not in a noticeably better mood, either. He finds the bar car and gets himself a drink and just... flops back into a chair, mostly scowling at the drink instead of drinking it. It might be a minute before Caro and Weyoun join him.
He's glad to leave the Capitol behind - oh is he ever - but he's also never all that happy about 12. It's... 12. It's home and he, for the most part, hates it, too. But he gets left alone in his house in Victor's Village and no one much pays attention to him, and he likes that arrangement just fine.
Of course... he's going to have a neighbor now. He'd say that's interesting but he already knows it's doubtful that'll change much. And this particular trip home comes with so much more in the way of potential problems than any others. Shit he can neither speak to anyone about or even do anything about.
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(Tolerable? Really, Caro.)
Then the rest of it catches up with her. "Aw man, there is another party, isn't there?" A "party" with the people from 12 she hates. Oh boy. "At least I won't be the piñata anymore." She hopes. And is mostly joking.
Oh good job Caro, way to bring the room down. She spears another forkful of food a little more forcefully than she really meant to.
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Not like she's going to be real popular there even with her win. Everyone's mostly going to be happy for the bounty of being a winning district.
The piñata comment prompts a brief exchange of Looks between Walter and Weyoun, but neither add to it. Walter already knows what he's going to do about that if it comes up, anyway.
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She sees Weyoun and Sullivan exchange looks out of the corner of her eye. Oh come on, guys. It was mostly a joke. It's not like 12 ever had parties, or that she'd have gone to them anyway. And besides, she doesn't plan on setting foot anywhere in 12 without her present from Garak. Just to be safe.
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After a moment he stands and scoops up his drink and his bottle of liquor. "Now that that's settled, I am going the fuck to bed." He heads for the door and, presumably, for his room, pausing only to call back over his shoulder. "Wake me up when we hit 12's borders."
"That's late in the afternoon," Weyoun protests.
"That's the point, Weyoun. Goodnight." And with that he shuts the door behind him and makes off for some seriously much needed rest... hopefully.