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thecapitol2013-12-14 09:32 am
paidinbeer) wrote in thecapitol2013-12-14 09:32 am
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Who: Orc and you
What: Drinking to forget and failing
Where: The Bar in the Training Center (With special bonus thread set in his room later)
When: During the finale of the Arena
Warnings: Well he's a suicidal, depressed, short tempered drunk 15 year old boy trapped in a rock monster's body. I'm sure something will come up.
The bartenders and serving staff had gotten used to Orc over time. They knew if they kept the booze flowing and put him in a dark corner somewhere he would keep quiet...mostly. And the other customers wouldn't be as bothered by any rude sounds he made or if he was disgustingly slopping drink on himself or mashing food into his maw like a pig.
Orc had gotten used to the bartenders and serving staff. He knew that if he kept quiet and didn't shout they would keep bringing him drinks and not tell his handlers to get him out of the bar.
It was a semi-functional relationship that allowed Orc to try and numb every last feeling he had with alcohol and food.
That part was not as functional.
Part of the problem was there was a TV facing him. Normally the staff was smart enough to change the channel but today they had forgotten and he was watching the coverage of the games, complete with some of their top 10 kills so far.
His death at the point of Ellie's spear was number five.
Then there was the hot topic of who was dating who, some woman in a suit that looked like it was made from those fancy Christmas flowers...whatever they were called, was commenting on the possibility of Orc and...Eponine?!
"What the hell does Porcupine mean?" He muttered as the word was pasted under a picture of the two of them drinking together in the arena.
What: Drinking to forget and failing
Where: The Bar in the Training Center (With special bonus thread set in his room later)
When: During the finale of the Arena
Warnings: Well he's a suicidal, depressed, short tempered drunk 15 year old boy trapped in a rock monster's body. I'm sure something will come up.
The bartenders and serving staff had gotten used to Orc over time. They knew if they kept the booze flowing and put him in a dark corner somewhere he would keep quiet...mostly. And the other customers wouldn't be as bothered by any rude sounds he made or if he was disgustingly slopping drink on himself or mashing food into his maw like a pig.
Orc had gotten used to the bartenders and serving staff. He knew that if he kept quiet and didn't shout they would keep bringing him drinks and not tell his handlers to get him out of the bar.
It was a semi-functional relationship that allowed Orc to try and numb every last feeling he had with alcohol and food.
That part was not as functional.
Part of the problem was there was a TV facing him. Normally the staff was smart enough to change the channel but today they had forgotten and he was watching the coverage of the games, complete with some of their top 10 kills so far.
His death at the point of Ellie's spear was number five.
Then there was the hot topic of who was dating who, some woman in a suit that looked like it was made from those fancy Christmas flowers...whatever they were called, was commenting on the possibility of Orc and...Eponine?!
"What the hell does Porcupine mean?" He muttered as the word was pasted under a picture of the two of them drinking together in the arena.
Re: In the bar
Re: In the bar
"You may not be smart...or nice. But neither am I." He decided. "And if I think you're nicer and smarter then me...and you think I'm nicer and smarter then you that's...gotta count for something right?"
Re: In the bar
"Come. Your sheep is looking at us as if we had two heads and ten arms. I have never felt so good as I do in this place, you know. I have been here more than a full year, and hardly anyone... Well. It is good. I find I can smile some now. And you must too."
Re: In the bar
But he settled in to pet the sheep as well who bleated happily and nuzzled into Eponine's hand.
"This place ain't so bad." He agreed.
Re: In the bar
"I do not know. Here - well, it is a place of miracles. There is a lady who wants to look after me, and a man who tries to keep me safe, and - and I have a friend who looks like he is a statue come to life. But I hate it also. I hate that they can click their fingers and my face is different, or they can send me in clothes which are not decent. I hate that they make me a murderer." She squeezed his hand again.
"But there is nothing to be done, so I ought to be quiet and go on with it all, no?"
Re: In the bar
"I guess if we can't do anything about it...there's no sense in letting it make us sad." He reasoned carefully. Like every time he had a large thought it had to be maneuvered just so delicately or it might explode.
Re: In the bar
"This is what I want - but a cat, perhaps. Or a dog. Anything, Sir. Just something to cuddle when it is at night and I am all alone. A warm body, you know?"
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Orc nodded "I'd take you to the store I got her from...but I was really drunk and don't remember." He muttered half amused and half ashamed by the story.
"There's lots of pet stores in town though. We can find you something and then the staff takes care of them while we're in the arena."