Shards

Comfy Couches Can Cause Chaos

"C'mon, Sweet-hart! You're so slow," Shard says from several skips ahead of her.

Octavia grunts.

This is the first real distance she's walked since getting shot. The fact she is able to move at all amazes her. Having several injections of something in her leg took the pain out of it but made it a heavy jelly brick. She's happy to have a cane to help her move but would be happier if she didn't have to walk at all. However, Shard has been relentless on her going wherever they're going in order to 'better her popularity'.

Even if her leg and learning to use this wooden cane weren't slowing her down, the extreme number of Chromy guards in this grey hallway would. There are too many Octavia cares to count walking up down the hall. Each one gives her deadly eyes.

"At least you're not the one having to walk behind her," Raul says. He stays closer to Octavia than Shard does.

"True," Shard says as he walks backwards to watch Raul and Octavia. "I'm just so excited!" he claps his fingertips together.

"Understandable," Raul says with a shrug.

Anxiety tenses Octavia's chest. Some sort of excitement does buzz the air between Shard and Raul, though Raul isn't very expressive about it. Octavia hobbles, stuck in the cross-fire of the men's excitement.

She can't conjure a single thought or rational reason for it except for maybe having some sort of grandiose walk to her execution. Being dead would increase her popularity. The small glimmer she holds onto for this not being the case is that Shard has kept her alive this long. Yet, Tam is dead and not many are happy about that...

Shard takes a sudden, sharp turn to a plain, grey door on the left. This door would look like a majority of the doors in whatever facility this is if it wasn't for the peephole in it and a tiny, round camera positioned above it.

Making grand gestures and jumping in front of the camera, putting on quite the show for whoever watches, Shard exclaims, "We're here! We're here!" His fists pound the door. "Let us in," he whines.

Through the door, a familiar voice says, "If I open this door and ya hit me, ya ain't gonna be awake for this."

Shard stops and takes to bouncing on his toes.

The door opens to show Hatchette. She has the hatchets strapped to her sides.

Is this an execution? But she probably keeps those on her all the time.

Raul prods Octavia along with a hand on her back. She's guided into a room with one small, barred window made with thick glass. The curtains are drawn back, letting sunlight fill the room. The area the window faces is not familiar but Octavia does her best to remember all she sees out of it. Tall, crumbling structures lose their battle against vines, moss, trees, and whatever else nature has thrown at them. Shattered asphalt litters the ground. Far between the buildings, in the distance, seems to be a greyish-brown fleck on the horizon.

Was that the Outskirts?

"Takin' in the scenery, Rhinehart?" Hatchette says.

Octavia snaps her head away like she wasn't looking.

"So what if she was a lookin'? It's not like it's going to matter soon, anyway," Shard says as happy as ever.

Raul closes the door and locks it's many locks. "You'd like to think it wouldn't."

A stone tied to and pulling on Octavia's chest burrows into her stomach. Nausea flutters through her body. This is an execution.

Silent eyes are exchanged among the three Chromies. They turn to Octavia. The eyes are not daggerish like she's seen them look in the past. Their look is something she can't quite read, but they are intense.