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thecapitol2013-12-02 10:13 pm
carnagecarnival) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-02 10:13 pm
I picked up the bird and above the din I said "That's the last song you'll ever sing". [OPEN]
Who| Initiate and OPEN (with special reserved spots for Terezi and whoever else wants to yell at him)
Down in the Training Center, the walls are curiously blank and empty. Not a touch of paint done up on them and somewhere, surely, an avox sighs in relief. He hasn't been down there even once since coming back. He hasn't watched the recaps. He hasn't lingered anywhere he thought the others of his kind might be, or even where those he likes might be about on chance he runs into his own kind. He doesn't want to hear it all, he doesn't want to deal with any of them. He did what he had to. It was done.
Except it wasn't going to be done, now that he was back in capitol, he could feel it. It was never simply done.
And then he was throwing himself out over the network for either side to take his offer-- just one really-- no idea if all of it was a trick and if he might be hanging himself anyway. He tells himself it's not rebellion. He tells himself, unlike some, he has plans for if by chance they look to those they shouldn't. It doesn't really reassure.
He sighs heavily, runs a hand through his hair, and scowls down at the city below. His arms are rested on the railing surrounding, but they're so thin, if he hadn't already tried throwing something over the edge, he'd think the rail would give way and drop him. Even knowing they can hold, he still feels like any minute they might let him go anyway, damn what he knows. He can't bring himself to move from it.
What| Initiate is brooding... It's time to yell at the clown
Where| Up on the rooftop click click click~
When| Now!
Warnings/Notes| Initiate, who is awful. Language. Who knows what else.
Down in the Training Center, the walls are curiously blank and empty. Not a touch of paint done up on them and somewhere, surely, an avox sighs in relief. He hasn't been down there even once since coming back. He hasn't watched the recaps. He hasn't lingered anywhere he thought the others of his kind might be, or even where those he likes might be about on chance he runs into his own kind. He doesn't want to hear it all, he doesn't want to deal with any of them. He did what he had to. It was done.
Except it wasn't going to be done, now that he was back in capitol, he could feel it. It was never simply done.
And then he was throwing himself out over the network for either side to take his offer-- just one really-- no idea if all of it was a trick and if he might be hanging himself anyway. He tells himself it's not rebellion. He tells himself, unlike some, he has plans for if by chance they look to those they shouldn't. It doesn't really reassure.
He sighs heavily, runs a hand through his hair, and scowls down at the city below. His arms are rested on the railing surrounding, but they're so thin, if he hadn't already tried throwing something over the edge, he'd think the rail would give way and drop him. Even knowing they can hold, he still feels like any minute they might let him go anyway, damn what he knows. He can't bring himself to move from it.
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"THOSE MOTHERFUCKING THINGS," He says, growl all within his words, "AIN'T BEING THINGS WHAT ALL ARE LINKED. If you think that's like at to being why I did what all I did, you'd be motherfucking wrong, Brother. DO YOU GOT FOR ANYTHING ALL OF IMPORTANCE WHAT TO SAY OR DO YOU JUST WANT AT TO SPILL YOUR MAW?"
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"Oh really. She killed my moirail. He killed yours. But me shunning her because of that for over a perigee is terrible, shameful, and wrong, proof of how I'm everything you despise--while you fucking torturing his own moirail in front of him before before forcing him to make the final cull... well, somehow that is supposed to be fucking justified? And I used to think his pan was cracked. But if his is cracked, yours is fucking shattered."
Seriously, how the fuck does that make sense? Is it because he and Signless are lower than the lowest lowblood and Terezi and the Initiate are highbloods and no matter what the highbloods are right and the lowbloods are in the wrong? It is, isn't it?
That concept never used to bother Karkat as much as it does now.
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He shakes his head. This is so fucking stupid. And there's no point defending her now. Especially not against this one.
"THAT AIN'T EVEN THE DAMN POINT. This is more than all being about simple vengeance for the culling of a moirail. I MADE TO TEACH SOMETHING THAT HE DOUBTS YOU WOULD ALL UP AND UNDERSTAND. I sought to secure things futureways. IT'S ALL BEING ABOUT MORE THAN A CULL. This is further and bigger than you and shall always be so."
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"You know what? I don't fucking care what you thought you were trying to teach. You're a piece of shit who thinks he's a troll and even the weakest, most pathetic of these aliens is worth more than you."
He spins around to stomp off, because he is completely tired of the Initiate's shit and has way better things to do right now.
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