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thecapitol2014-10-01 10:41 am
tolduimapsycho) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-01 10:41 am
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[OPEN] Don't switch the blade on the guy in shades, oh no....
Who| Mister Scratch and YOU.
What| There's a new guy in town. He's going SHOPPING.
Where| Every clothing and accessory shop in the Capitol.
When| After the Arena.
Warnings| Language, crude talk, and a creepy serial killer.
It's always a pretty sudden thing, isn't it? When out of nowhere, there's a new body in the district, a new face trying to adjust to the cruel reality that they have been thrown into. Some people hide. Cry. Try to pretend that none of it is going to happen to them, not really.
...And then there's this asshole.
A tall, dark figure is roaming through town, through every single shop - trying on and buying every pair of sunglasses that he likes (and some he doesn't), leaving a bunch of very confused shop clerks in his wake. A pair of glasses for every occasion, every outfit - he just rolls into store after store, chipper as can be, pulling glasses on and then unceremoniously throwing them into piles.
Just as he's trying on a pair, he spots you - and he approaches, a bounce in his step, a grin on his face. He doesn't care what you look like, who you are, what you were trying to do - no matter what, he addresses you, pointing at himself.
"What do you think of these? Good? Bad? I mean, none of these can look BAD on me, but eh, some are more shit than others."
He's not gonna leave you alone until you answer him.
What| There's a new guy in town. He's going SHOPPING.
Where| Every clothing and accessory shop in the Capitol.
When| After the Arena.
Warnings| Language, crude talk, and a creepy serial killer.
It's always a pretty sudden thing, isn't it? When out of nowhere, there's a new body in the district, a new face trying to adjust to the cruel reality that they have been thrown into. Some people hide. Cry. Try to pretend that none of it is going to happen to them, not really.
...And then there's this asshole.
A tall, dark figure is roaming through town, through every single shop - trying on and buying every pair of sunglasses that he likes (and some he doesn't), leaving a bunch of very confused shop clerks in his wake. A pair of glasses for every occasion, every outfit - he just rolls into store after store, chipper as can be, pulling glasses on and then unceremoniously throwing them into piles.
Just as he's trying on a pair, he spots you - and he approaches, a bounce in his step, a grin on his face. He doesn't care what you look like, who you are, what you were trying to do - no matter what, he addresses you, pointing at himself.
"What do you think of these? Good? Bad? I mean, none of these can look BAD on me, but eh, some are more shit than others."
He's not gonna leave you alone until you answer him.
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"Am I meant to think anything of them?"
Sunglasses aren't really something that she's had any experience with, and even normal glasses aren't terribly common in the Aerial Corps. Not to mention, even if she had had an interest in such things there's no denying that sunglasses aren't usually made for dragons. After a moment or three, however, she speaks up again.
"I suppose they are hardly awful, at least."
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After a moment, he laughs a little, taking the glasses off and throwing them over his shoulder, narrowly missing another shopper.
"Yeah, you're right, they're not great. Not my favorites by a long shot. Which ones would YOU go with?" He gestures to the rack, shrugging a little bit.
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"Oh, I should go with those ones," she answers, pointing a claw at the pair in question.
As is perhaps unsurprising, she's pointing at the most blinged-out pair on the rack and she honestly means that she'd like them the best. There is, after all, some truth in the old stories about dragons having an interest in all things pretty and shiny
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"Those?"
Picking them up without missing a beat, he tries them on, looking to her.
"Good?"
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"They are ever so much better, yes. Much more so than the last pair."
Maybe, she thinks, she'll have to get Granby a pair, should he ever manage to show up in Panem. But it's a fleeting thought and that she's right back to the matter at hand, even as odd as
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With that, he throws them into the pile he's going to buy, continuing to browse. He doesn't look up when he talks again, throwing out words as nonchalant as can be.
"So, what's a dinosaur like you doing in a place like this?"
oh my god I'm so sorry about taking forever on getting back to this
"I am a dragon."
IT'S OKAY I am super slow myself lately ahaha
He doesn't seem all that concerned about how put out she is - he just shrugs, barely missing a beat. The conversation is just something to do. "Question still stands. You in the Games too?"
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Well, most of them that aren't native to this particular world but Iskierka never really considers the people who are, when she's tracking this sort of thing. It's not really of much interest to her what the people of the Capitol should get to, except on the rare occasions when it actually happens to relate to her personally.
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Truly, some of the fashion and makeup choices around here make a dragon look pretty damn normal to him. Besides, he's a barely-contained writhing mass of darkness himself, so. Eh.
"Looking forward to shredding some people up? You look like you could do some damage."
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She'd much rather be home, or barring that, at least somewhere where she wouldn't be spending quite so much having to put up with the various rules and regulations of Panem besides. She might not mind the fighting so much, but she's never been entirely fond of rules.
The comment about doing some damage, on the other hand, is met with something that is most likely meant to be grin - mostly it ends up showing off her teeth.
"It is more interesting doing that, then anything else."