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thecapitol2013-12-05 11:13 pm
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PILLOW FIGHT!!!
Who: Armin Arlert, Eren Yaegar, and YOU
What: GIGANTIC PILLOW FIGHT!!!
When: During the last week of the Arena.
Where: Central Commons and Armin's room.
Armin was very glad Eren was out of the Arena. He'd started sleeping again, and he felt less on edge. But that had its own downsides. He had been able to avoid his Arena murderer thus far, and that was largely due to not spending much time outside of his District's spaces. Doing so was the only way he could see himself remaining focused on what he felt he needed to do to help them get back home. Whatever focus his nightmares allotted him, anyway.
Information was hard to come by, even with these devices everywhere. They still felt strange in his hands, and he usually ended up finding his way to the Capitol Library and taking a stack back to his room.
And in his room he was, with three different books open and spread out in front of him. He had a lot to figure out if he was going to get someone to recreate the maneuver gear.
Of course, that was all rudely interrupted by being blindsided by a pillow to the side of his head. He startled out of his chair with a wail, tumbling in a heap onto the floor. Once he recovered a bit, and found his best friend's grinning face at his doorway, he relaxed.
All it had taken was a moment of returned fire and the battle was on.
Later, things had gotten quite out of hand. A pair of forts had been built across the primary traveling space in the Central Commons, heedless of any disapproving looks from escorts, stylists, sponsors, or whatever other Tribute hangers-on were around. A disruptive amount of noise was a certainty, and getting caught in the cross fire was nearly guaranteed.
[OOC: Either Eren or Armin are available for this thread! Join one of their forts and engage in battle, or tell them off for making too much damn noise and whatnot. Boys will be boys.]
What: GIGANTIC PILLOW FIGHT!!!
When: During the last week of the Arena.
Where: Central Commons and Armin's room.
Armin was very glad Eren was out of the Arena. He'd started sleeping again, and he felt less on edge. But that had its own downsides. He had been able to avoid his Arena murderer thus far, and that was largely due to not spending much time outside of his District's spaces. Doing so was the only way he could see himself remaining focused on what he felt he needed to do to help them get back home. Whatever focus his nightmares allotted him, anyway.
Information was hard to come by, even with these devices everywhere. They still felt strange in his hands, and he usually ended up finding his way to the Capitol Library and taking a stack back to his room.
And in his room he was, with three different books open and spread out in front of him. He had a lot to figure out if he was going to get someone to recreate the maneuver gear.
Of course, that was all rudely interrupted by being blindsided by a pillow to the side of his head. He startled out of his chair with a wail, tumbling in a heap onto the floor. Once he recovered a bit, and found his best friend's grinning face at his doorway, he relaxed.
All it had taken was a moment of returned fire and the battle was on.
Later, things had gotten quite out of hand. A pair of forts had been built across the primary traveling space in the Central Commons, heedless of any disapproving looks from escorts, stylists, sponsors, or whatever other Tribute hangers-on were around. A disruptive amount of noise was a certainty, and getting caught in the cross fire was nearly guaranteed.
[OOC: Either Eren or Armin are available for this thread! Join one of their forts and engage in battle, or tell them off for making too much damn noise and whatnot. Boys will be boys.]
EREN'S FORT (aka the best fort. the fort of champions.)
So he went to Armin, and he saw the pillows on his bed - almost as many pillows as their entire barracks in the 104th had had on just this one bed - and he remembered pillow fights before, back in Shinganshina, that would drive his mother absolutely crazy. And here, and now, in this place where all he could do is wait, maybe he could just pretend things were back how they had been in 844.
Now he was crouched behind a wall of pillows and couch cushions (he may or may not have stripped the lounge), and was ready to fling pillows at Armin. If it flinged off in any other direction and smacked someone in the face? Well. Not his problem.
WHO NEEDS FORTS OF SOUND STRUCTURE ANYWAY
His hair has been pulled into a braid, thrown over his shoulder for the moment, the result of a compromise with his stylist. She wants him to look younger for inane game-related reasons and he wants his hair long for his own damn reasons. He could pull it loose later and she'd need not know a thing. He's still not sure he completely understands the point of seeming younger, weak. Truly, he's really only pretending to read at this point, mulling over things rather than actually absorbing the words.
And then something hits the back of his head.
He startles, shooting upright with a snarl and spinning, claws ready and book forgotten to the floor. It's a pillow. Someone threw a pillow at him. And it doesn't take him long to spot the perpetrator.
He straightens himself, smooths out of his 'fight' response, and picks up the pillow. He stares at Eren dead on.
"Motherfucker, tell him; WAS IT TO BE INTENT OF YOURS AT TO THROW THIS AT HIM?"
LOSERS, THAT'S WHO
He arches a brow, straightening up and holding the pillow in his hand in front of him. "If you got caught in the crossfire, it's not my fault." Even though he was the one who had thrown the first pillow, and thrown the pillow at Initiate. Whatever. "It's not like pillows can hurt you. This is all for fun."
Even if Eren might just be the last person to know how to have fun.
MUCH LOSE
"Fun," He repeats. "OF COURSE." He chuckles. "Were you up and aware, brother, that some all of us motherfuckers what be here WOULD DEFINE FUN WITH TEARING APART MOTHERFUCKERS SUCH AS YOUR OWN SELF? What all would have up and gained occurrence if he weren't in a better damn mood, he wonders."
He grins just wide enough to flash fang. His gaze goes up, as if he's pondering.
"CASE BEING ALL AS IT UP AND IS, SUPPOSE IT TO BE JUSTIFIED..."
And then he swings the pillow violently against Eren's head.
honk
He almost wants to ask him what the hell he's talking about, because he's pretty sure his life was just threatened, but the pillow is coming at him and he barely has time to raise his arms and deflect the blow.
"Holy shit. That's not how you have a pillow fight!"
ARMIN'S FORT (aka the one that isn't actually partially falling apart)
In the back of his mind, he remembered when one massive pillow fight had started back in the barracks. If only they could see the ammunition available here. But they needed to stay far away from here.
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He isn't sorry for accidentally hitting Armin with a pillow on it's way to the enemy camp. Friendly fire and all that.
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He's in a good enough mood, and as long as Armin isn't mad about being hit, he won't make too much of it.
"Cuthbert Allgood, at your service. For what little service I can here provide."
forts win wars, squidward
He was also almost certain he wouldn't be allowed to play along with the kids' games if he asked, but to hell with that. He just wouldn't ask.
He almost hated himself for not having been the one to think it up, and had almost jumped out of his skin when one pillow slammed against his head as he just tried to stroll along without incident. (False: he had wondered more than once just how difficult of a task it'd be to carry the mattress from the bed in his room down the elevator, to get a real fight going.) Bigger the better, of course! And when he found it had been Armin Ammunition that had hit the side of his head, he fell forward like it'd been his legs that had been blown off. He dragged himself to the boy's side of the room, still holding on to the pillow that did him in. He rose to his knees when he was near enough to the boy and behind cover, and held it close to his face hissing, "You're a lousy shot, comrade."
Then he chucked it to the other side, because dead men did whatever they damn well pleased.
Re: forts win wars, squidward
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"Fink," he murmurs in an entirely too-surly mood. He shuffled around the fort on his hands and knees until he came across the storage, the pile of firm cushions that would bounce off thick skulls quite nicely, if they didn't actually succeed in knocking the target over with a good throw. He'd swear he had been testing them for how well they'd fly over the barrier, through the no-man's land, and into the opponent's field. He'd also swear he had no recollection of how he ended up with his head resting on one of the larger pillows, paying near no mind to whatever flew overhead and barely mustering up the will to ask, "So where d'you want me, colonel?"
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"Wha?"
THE BATTLE ([pillow fight intensifies])
It doesn't matter if it's just a game. He's going to win and he's going to take down Armin and anyone who's sided with him. He's going to destroy them all.
It's with a loud cry (that might or might not just be him yelling "You asked for this, Armin!") he launches himself across the common room, brandishing one of the larger pillows. Everyone else is going down.
Re: THE BATTLE ([pillow fight intensifies])
When Eren made contact, Armin pushed his shoulder into the cushion, to try to knock him off balance. It was, unfortunately, an inadequate amount of force to do so, and they went down onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.
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At least with the pillows he had a chance.
But now he has one flailing childhood friend on top of him, and Armin's fort is quickly getting demolished by his wayward feet. "You had plenty of time to surrender!" He tries to grapple Armin, doing his best to pin the smaller boy to the floor. "You're the one to blame for it escalating!"
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If he could just get Eren rolled over, there was a small step down over here...
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He's triumphant, finally, and he leans back to gloat properly. Of course, this leaves him wide open to get socked in the gut, but...It's Armin. He should know he's lost, right?
"So do you give up?"
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But there were pillows flying, and, with a squeak, she ducked down. She had no idea what was going on....