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thecapitol2013-12-05 11:13 pm
clarityinchaos) wrote in 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.]
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!"