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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.
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Beck let out a sick, feeble little protest as he was flung over Orc's back, hating how the fact that his User organs did uncomfortable flips as he found himself hanging downwards. He flailed around as he found the other bringing him into the elevator.
"I, I don't feel good."
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Into the elevator which thankfully had been built to handle someone of Orc's weight as well as passengers. It took his blurry eyes a minute to focus on the numbers so that he could punch the right button in with his thick rock coated finger.
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His insides were hurting and everything was dizzy. Beck moaned, and flailed his arms against Orc's rocky body.
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The elevator was moving at what felt like a snails pace. At one point the doors opened but after seeing an over six foot tall rock monster with a drunken man slung over his shoulder like a caveman bringing home his bride...no one wanted to join them and the doors closed again, onward up to Beck's floor.
"Thanks for being entertaining." Orc muttered finding that this little ordeal had taken his mind off things for at least a moment.
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As the elevator rose, Beck could feel his stomach twisting in knots. It was an awful feeling, and it felt worse when he tried to look around with the world spinning as it was. If he could just be a program again, everything would be perfect. He wouldn't feel this way....
Beck stumbled back into his suite, muttering something under his breath before rushing towards the bathroom, and promptly vomiting everything he ate. He wouldn't blame Orc if he wanted to leave now.
/Fade to black?
Getting back into the elevator Orc couldn't help but smirk. For once he wasn't the one throwing up.