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thecapitol2014-03-03 11:24 pm
gruesome) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-03 11:24 pm
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Who| Some, utterly open.
What| A resolution that he have no strangers in an arena again.
Where| All over the place. Specify in your tag where you're running into him.
When| Week 7. Any thread on the roof or outdoors takes place after dark, otherwise anytime.
Warnings/Notes| None yet.
After Some woke up in his room, a few days ago, he gave himself time. A little peace, a little space. He stayed in his room, he favored his restored leg. He tried to get reaccustomed to the paste they pretended was food for him. He stole a pair of tribbles from the room down the hall, and rebuilt the nest that the avoxes had tidied away in his absence.
On the third day, though, he armored himself in shawl and hat, deliberately asking Two's stylist to help him choose clothes to be a little silly, a little disarming. He wanted to be approachable. And then he headed out. He rode the glass elevators, looking out, down one and up the other and down again. He visited the rooftop garden, and and picked twigs there off the potted trees. He went to the dining hall, to eat, or play along in that pretense again at any rate. He left the tower, going out into the streets and looking for a cafe he thought he remembered from before. And everywhere he went, he sought company.
What| A resolution that he have no strangers in an arena again.
Where| All over the place. Specify in your tag where you're running into him.
When| Week 7. Any thread on the roof or outdoors takes place after dark, otherwise anytime.
Warnings/Notes| None yet.
After Some woke up in his room, a few days ago, he gave himself time. A little peace, a little space. He stayed in his room, he favored his restored leg. He tried to get reaccustomed to the paste they pretended was food for him. He stole a pair of tribbles from the room down the hall, and rebuilt the nest that the avoxes had tidied away in his absence.
On the third day, though, he armored himself in shawl and hat, deliberately asking Two's stylist to help him choose clothes to be a little silly, a little disarming. He wanted to be approachable. And then he headed out. He rode the glass elevators, looking out, down one and up the other and down again. He visited the rooftop garden, and and picked twigs there off the potted trees. He went to the dining hall, to eat, or play along in that pretense again at any rate. He left the tower, going out into the streets and looking for a cafe he thought he remembered from before. And everywhere he went, he sought company.
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He swallows with a thick click of his throat.
"Oh," he replies quietly, trying to think of something to say that would outweigh his previous statement. "That's... good."
Subtlety is not this dwarf's strong point.
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Nevermind that they had yet to receive their food, but Kili finds his appetite has disappeared entirely.
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Once off the grounds of the cafe, Some turned them down the street, towards a side street he liked to walk alone, one with shade trees and few neon lights.
"I think they have gotten used to us as a whole," he said casually, after a few moments. "They pay us less attention than they used to, the citizens."