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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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That was some speculation on Orc's part, because Howard wouldn't tell him and he'd only seen parts of it on the broadcast.
But Howard was more afraid of this guy then Drake or Caine back home. That spoke volumes. The only person more frightening was Penny. And Penny was thankfully dead now.
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Sure, she hadn't exactly known Howard all that long, but she liked him. He was one of 'hers', despite the fact that her list of people tended to end with 'deceased' after every line, and she really didn't like hearing about someone fucking with him.
"What'd he do?" She asked, a dark edge to her voice.
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"Howard won't tell me...but if the TV is honest? I think maybe he made Howard love him or something." Which sounded wrong on a number of levels but it was what had been shown to him on the screens.
"Howard's scared of him, just knowing he was back freaked him out. And I let him just walk in and take him away." His voice rumbled low with anger and self loathing.
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And the guy had manipulated him on top of that?
Her expression darkened further.
"It's not your fault, Orc." She said, soundly. "Shit happens in the arena. Don't blame yourself. If he fucks with Howard again, we'll make him pay. Yeah?"
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But death has a funny way of changing your perspective on things.
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"Howard's awesome." She stated, as pure fact, and she wouldn't accept anything else.
"But it doesn't matter how much rock you've got on your skin, Orc, you're still human. No one does well in those games, okay? They are fucked up and they are meant to fuck up. But we'll keep trying because that's what friends do. Okay? You'll make it up to him."
I think the way you play Ellie has convinced me to go buy The Last of Us this week.
"Yeah...yeah I'm gonna make it up to him." His fingers curled into a fist.
"If I'm gonna be stuck here...then the least I can do is make him feel safer."
:D good
She reached out to pat his back, the weird rocky texture grating against her palm but she did it anyway.
"We'll all be alright, Orc."