RabbitsWarren
Your local trans writer femboy.
Wᴀʀʀᴇɴ Bᴜʀɴs
(he/him)
ʙᴜɢʙᴇᴀʀ ʙᴀʀᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ
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((Private with Urzula , cannon within the Streets of Panem universe!))
The morning air of fall crept into the steel building when Ciccro led Seth down the cold hallway and into the elevator. He skillfully tapped in the keys to send them to one of the basements, the one that held the medical ward as he went on about how much he missed the District 10 girl he took in and trained because her mentor never showed.
“Don’t worry, dude, I know I only met you this morning but I promise you’re gonna like it in here. Total knockout. Way cooler than what us trainers get.” The blonde boy pushed the large, swinging door open to make it scream as it moved too quickly and rebounded off the wall. He cringed at the bang, feeling a bit of guilt wash into his face because he didn’t mean to make that much of a ruckus and he knew Sibyl’s head wouldn’t be able to take it.
Sure enough, as the doors hit the wall and the room produced an extremely loud bang, one loud enough to hurt his own ears, let alone the super sensitive ones of his fondly regarded roommate. The room came into view, exposing the genetic machines lining all of the walls and the medical benches and healing machines and medicines staggered throughout the room in curtain-clad stations evenly placed so you could get around all of them. In the middle, a woman with pretty black hair pinned up into a bun dove for the nearest open-curtain bed as the sound wrecked her head and made her dizzy. Her hands slammed over her ears, and she let out a pained, loud yell while she tried desperately to keep any of the sound out.
Sibyl hunched herself over the bed and felt tears prick at the edge of her eyes while surges of over-whelming pain surged from the outside of her head in, through a few waves, before it calmed with the absence of the bang. When it finally subsided, she laid there with her head on the mattress. The calming, lo-fi music she always kept playing through the soft aerial speakers in the room made her feel empty where usually it helped fill the void of silence that crept through the room. This way, at least she had something that didn’t hurt her ears. Her head spun and she had trouble thinking.
“Shit, shit, sorry, Sib. I forgot, really, I didn’t mean to-” Ciccro apologized, pulling in Seth and trying to figure out what he needed to do in the first place. When he saw how she flinched, he quieted his volume, making sure he didn’t make any noise as he crept forward.
“I uh, I don’t know if they told you when they hired you, but our head medic, my friend, she’s uh,” Ciccro stumbled into his words, kicking about phrases as he tried to figure out what to say while also trying to deal with the problem. He just couldn’t control both lines of thought well at the same time, and because of that, his speech turned into an unorganized train wreck. “She’s got some sensory issues, like, everything’s too intense for her.”
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