Wave 027
[Accidental Voice Post]
Mom? Hey, Mom!
[A door hinge creaks; rapid footsteps beat across a carpeted floor. The voice that speaks is youthful and slightly accented; a very few people might recognize that particular lilt as being distinctive of District 4.]
Mom, it's me! Are you getting ready to go? Mags says my team is gonna be here at noon so I can't stay long.
[More footsteps.]
You're gonna come to my house and watch, right? Before we go to the station? 'Cause they're gonna film me reading one of my poems before we go, you know, for my Talent. This one's really good, I promise! Mags said I had to make it my best one yet so I wrote it about you.
[A pause.]
Moooooom? Dad? You guys didn't go out this morning, did you? On Tour Day?
[And here is an long and vocal sigh, the way that only an exasperated teenage boy can do.]
Okay, I'm gonna go tell Annie she can use my boat while I'm gone. You'll be ready to go when I get back, right? Dad? Mom? You guys!
[Silence hangs in the air a moment; when the voice speaks again, a note of hurt is beginning to creep in beneath the annoyance and enthusiasm.]
Okay, I'm gonna go down to her house now, I'll be right back, okay?
[Footsteps patter; the door clicks shut--and the audio ends.]
[OOC: Ladies and gentlemen, bitty!Finnick. He's fourteen years old, just about to set off on his Victory Tour, and reasonably more talkative about his personal life than he usually is--largely because the things that have made him so secretive haven't happened to him yet. Replies will be incoming from derpdair!]
Mom? Hey, Mom!
[A door hinge creaks; rapid footsteps beat across a carpeted floor. The voice that speaks is youthful and slightly accented; a very few people might recognize that particular lilt as being distinctive of District 4.]
Mom, it's me! Are you getting ready to go? Mags says my team is gonna be here at noon so I can't stay long.
[More footsteps.]
You're gonna come to my house and watch, right? Before we go to the station? 'Cause they're gonna film me reading one of my poems before we go, you know, for my Talent. This one's really good, I promise! Mags said I had to make it my best one yet so I wrote it about you.
[A pause.]
Moooooom? Dad? You guys didn't go out this morning, did you? On Tour Day?
[And here is an long and vocal sigh, the way that only an exasperated teenage boy can do.]
Okay, I'm gonna go tell Annie she can use my boat while I'm gone. You'll be ready to go when I get back, right? Dad? Mom? You guys!
[Silence hangs in the air a moment; when the voice speaks again, a note of hurt is beginning to creep in beneath the annoyance and enthusiasm.]
Okay, I'm gonna go down to her house now, I'll be right back, okay?
[Footsteps patter; the door clicks shut--and the audio ends.]
[OOC: Ladies and gentlemen, bitty!Finnick. He's fourteen years old, just about to set off on his Victory Tour, and reasonably more talkative about his personal life than he usually is--largely because the things that have made him so secretive haven't happened to him yet. Replies will be incoming from derpdair!]