#v: shutterbug

Communication was difficult without Castor there to help and as she tried to point to the cable she needed, she felt herself growing frustrated but the victor didn't seem to understand her. In a huff, she pushed passed him and grabbed it herself before returning to her camera.

    Her fingers made the signs that were so familiar     to her but not to anyone else. Only Castor would     understand her but he wasn't here. Frustration     grew as everyone looked at her with clueless      expressions. Where was her pen and paper? They     had filmed footage in the Districts that would slot     in perfectly with their ideas, except no one would     listen.

         The meeting came to a close without much          progress and as she grabbed her backpack,          she spotted her brother. With a frown on her          face, she waved her hands to get his attention          before signing at him.

Each day was more draining than the last as they took more and more testimonies from the victors. The stories felt too personal, like they shouldn't be listening. Still, every day they filmed and a new story would be told.

Pollux remained behind to pack away the equipment, looping up cables and placing the lenses in their carriers. She listened to the light footsteps coming down the hallway and only glanced up when they stopped. It was another victor but the avox was sure they had finished for the day.

Her fingers moved quickly asking questions before she realised that they wouldn't understand. Dammit, where was Castor when she needed someone to translate for her.

She signaled that she needed a moment before quickly wiping their board clean and writing a message for the victor.

                                               Can I help you? 

         Why was the avox incarcerated? 

Pausing, she waited as they read her note before passing the next one. 

         He committed unspeakable crimes.

   The soldier looked lost in space. It was clear he wasn't    paying  attention  to what was going on  around him.  It    made  the  avox smile.   Leaning forward,  she booped    his  nose  gently with  her  fingertip,  finally getting  his    attention as a silent giggle left her,  a hand covering her    mouth. 

   Fascination or simple curiosity, she isn't sure what    compels her but there she is, in the lab among the    creations of war. The hummingbirds are what have    caught her attention. Zooming around, quick and light,    impossible to see their wings and probably harder to    catch. The inventor is there, watching and observing    with something else in mind. 

And her gaze ran over the other female once she  stepped into her view.  Cressida couldn’t help but  to tilt her head lightly to her side as she stood the- re and watched her.      ❝ Are you planning on keeping that? ❞

The material had felt worn and soft, not something the avox was used to. It wasn't her intention to put the sweater on and definitely not to get caught. She shook her head quickly, trying to apologise as she scrambled to get it off. With quick fingers she folded it neatly and placed it where she found it.