#downtime122

[abel-evans]

@maverickmontana​

With his bag on his back, Abel breathed in deeply and blew it back out before pressing on the doorbell of Mavericks place. He’d only been to 2 a handful of times, so it took him a while to find the right place, too stubborn to enlist the help of a peacekeeper. He always felt a bit strange staying in other people’s homes, it took him back to living with his aunt, never really feeling completely at home, but Maverick was lovely, so he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and slapped on his biggest grin as the door opened. “Hey- hope you didn’t forget I was coming” Abel smiled. 

[abel-evans]

@ananovas​

“Thanks for putting me up” Abel hummed, waking up a little exhausted, he knew it was late morning at this point, heard movement an hour or two ago but just rolled over and fell back asleep. He had travelled through the night and arrived here late last night. He had been to 1 and 2 on his travels so far, and it was interesting that even in these higher districts, he could see the differences. They were small, and he knew as he went on these differences would be greater, but he was taking it all in.  “What’s for breakfast?” he asked with a smirk, fully expecting Nova to either tell him to fuck off or throw an uncooked bagel at his face. He was starving though, rubbing his eyes to try and wake himself up a little more. He was also in desperate need of a strong coffee. 

[abel-evans]

@treelish​

Abel had ran out of his usual box of cereal, but when he looked outside the window and noticed the rain he changed his mind about going out to get some breakfast. He sipped on his coffee, hoping that would do for now, but felt his stomach grumble just a minute later. He groaned, dragging himself to his room to put some acceptable clothes on. Just as he was pulling on a sweater he heard a knock on the door. Curious, because he didn’t think he was expecting anybody, he pulled it open, a smile instantly reaching his lips. “Hey— come in out of the rain” he urged, opening the foot wider.

[abel-evans]

@chip-foster​

Abel rubbed one of the only blank spots on his arm as he waited outside the tattoo shop, sipping on his coffee, the one he got for Chip leaning on the wall next to him. It was colder now, his beanie snug over his hair as he breathed out, a wisp of smoke escaping his mouth into the chill. “There you are” he grinned , holding the warm coffee cup out to Chip. This was always a bittersweet moment for Abel if he had lost tributes to the games. He was obviously heartbroken that the tributes for the last games hadn’t made it, but he liked to make this as happy a moment as he could, whether they made it or not. “Ready for some pain?” He asked, raising a brow, a certain glint in his eye.

[abel-evans]

@ariadneah​

Abel had left Maverick’s that morning, taking the longer route to Ariadne’s place, mostly because he’d gotten lost, but he would tell anyone who asked that he had wanted to explore a little. He was delighted she agreed to have him stay, felt like it had been a while since they had hung out. He knocked on her door, setting his bag down as he waited for her to answer because it was getting heavy. Abel was instantly distracted as a small animal ran past his feet, turning to chase it, wanting to know what it had been. He assumed it had been a cat, but he couldn’t have been sure, but when he went to chase it he’d tripped over his own feet and tumbled onto the ground.

[abel-evans]

@opheliaxazlon​

He was getting closer and closer to home, or at least where people thought he called home. It was home because he could see Bran, maybe spend some time with his kids, he loved when they called him Uncle Abe, but he didn’t really visit his actual family or feel that warmth you might think. He was glad Ophelia had offered him a place to stay in 8 so that he didn’t have to go straight there. He’d never actually been to 8, apart from the Victor tour, which he barely remembers. “So you’re sure I’m not getting in your way?” Abel asked, as he sat on her couch, rubbing his hands together trying to warm them up. He’d just arrived, and it was cold outside, he’d forgotten to pack gloves.

[abel-evans]

@dont-pick-me​

Abel bumped her hip with his as they walked, Hyacinth leading the way. It would probably have taken them a good 20 minutes less to reach their destination if they weren’t so distracted with each other. He was a little disappointed when he realised that they would have to break his no clothes rule, pouting as she got dressed earlier, but looking at her now, autumn colours around her, he thought that she looked radiant. He was carrying the picnic basket while they walked, but he kept forgetting to watch where he was going, too busy making stupid faces at her to make her laugh. “What’s even in here?” He asked, pulling at the basket. “It weighs a tonne” he exaggerated, but he was starving all the same. They had skipped breakfast, for other activities, so his stomach was grumbling as they walked.

“Are we almost there yet?” He asked half whining, looking around for some sort of indication. He was joking though, he was actually enjoying the walk. He had been cooped up indoors for most of his trip, the weather not on his side, but they got lucky today, it was crisp, but dry.

[abel-evans]

@kxssxfdeath​

Abel had made himself at home, laying full length on the couch, propping his head up with one of his elbows, almost as if he was posing as watched Azrael move about the room. “Are you sure you won’t come with me?” he asked again, for the tenth time, talking about his ambitious plan to tour the 12 districts, relying on his friends to put him up and show him around. “It’s going to be a blast, I’m staying with people we know, or well I know anyway” he hummed. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you joining” he tried, raising his eyebrows in anticipation. Maybe he’d say yes this time, he would love a partner on the road.