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thecapitol2014-10-03 11:28 pm
plushaeusrumpified) wrote in thecapitol2014-10-03 11:28 pm
couch brotato the sequel
Who| Bro + OPEN
What| Bro becomes a couch potato, also leaves notes for people
Where| D6 commons/various
When| After he dies/throughout the following week
Warnings/Notes| N/A
At least he avoided the hangover.
That's the only consolation Bro can grasp when it's all said and done and he's back in the Capitol. He'd consumed copious amounts of alcohol in the arena, that hangover would have been a bitch. Tom had seen to it that he hadn't even needed to experience it. What a pal.
Except being stranged by Molotov's panties is probably one of the most humiliating deaths he's ever experienced. At first he hadn't been so bitter about it, until all of the pieces came together and he found out what happened. She killed Dave, her panties killed himself. It pisses him off and he's pretty fucking torn up about it in the angriest way possible. But the worst of it all is there's nothing he can do about it. Some shit obviously went down here during the arena, the peacekeeper presence is through the roof. If he picks a fight, it's going to end badly for everyone involved. So all he can do is stew in it- or else try and forget about it. Which he does. After meeting the obligatory people he's closest to, that's what Bro sets about doing.
It's just like after the first arena. He gathers up plenty of junk food and booze and holds down one of the couches in his district's common area so that he can veg out and play video games or watch whatever is on TV. Anyone from the district will likely find him eating cheetos with one hand and doritos in another, washing it down with booze. If anyone dares try and change the TV, he'll give them hell about it.
But that isn't all. Before settling down to do this, Bro went around and left notes on various people's doors.
This certificate entitles you to one (1) free drink of your choice bought by Bro Strider. To be used whenever the fuck you want - as long as I'm not busy.
The certificate has a doodles of butts all over it, as if those have anything to do with what it's offering. He had to fill the space with something, okay? These certificates are reserved for those who he feels deserves a big, stiff drink. He's had some time to think, and he feels like maybe he had been a jerk to a few people on his quest to tell people about Dave's death. He considers this a peace offering of sorts, and an excuse to drink with other people. They don't go specifically to those people he told, because there are other people he wants to catch up with as well that he just hasn't had an opportunity to do so. There are a few tributes on the list that might seem surprising as well, but he has his various reason for including them.
Those who get notes are as followed: Thor, Tony, Clara, Carlos, Shepard, Sollux, Feferi, Anna, Loki, Justin, Hiccup, Astrid.
If any of them decide to approach him, he can be found in various places throughout the next week or so, either vegging on the couch each day or earlier in the afternoon, training in the training center.
What| Bro becomes a couch potato, also leaves notes for people
Where| D6 commons/various
When| After he dies/throughout the following week
Warnings/Notes| N/A
At least he avoided the hangover.
That's the only consolation Bro can grasp when it's all said and done and he's back in the Capitol. He'd consumed copious amounts of alcohol in the arena, that hangover would have been a bitch. Tom had seen to it that he hadn't even needed to experience it. What a pal.
Except being stranged by Molotov's panties is probably one of the most humiliating deaths he's ever experienced. At first he hadn't been so bitter about it, until all of the pieces came together and he found out what happened. She killed Dave, her panties killed himself. It pisses him off and he's pretty fucking torn up about it in the angriest way possible. But the worst of it all is there's nothing he can do about it. Some shit obviously went down here during the arena, the peacekeeper presence is through the roof. If he picks a fight, it's going to end badly for everyone involved. So all he can do is stew in it- or else try and forget about it. Which he does. After meeting the obligatory people he's closest to, that's what Bro sets about doing.
It's just like after the first arena. He gathers up plenty of junk food and booze and holds down one of the couches in his district's common area so that he can veg out and play video games or watch whatever is on TV. Anyone from the district will likely find him eating cheetos with one hand and doritos in another, washing it down with booze. If anyone dares try and change the TV, he'll give them hell about it.
But that isn't all. Before settling down to do this, Bro went around and left notes on various people's doors.
This certificate entitles you to one (1) free drink of your choice bought by Bro Strider. To be used whenever the fuck you want - as long as I'm not busy.
The certificate has a doodles of butts all over it, as if those have anything to do with what it's offering. He had to fill the space with something, okay? These certificates are reserved for those who he feels deserves a big, stiff drink. He's had some time to think, and he feels like maybe he had been a jerk to a few people on his quest to tell people about Dave's death. He considers this a peace offering of sorts, and an excuse to drink with other people. They don't go specifically to those people he told, because there are other people he wants to catch up with as well that he just hasn't had an opportunity to do so. There are a few tributes on the list that might seem surprising as well, but he has his various reason for including them.
Those who get notes are as followed: Thor, Tony, Clara, Carlos, Shepard, Sollux, Feferi, Anna, Loki, Justin, Hiccup, Astrid.
If any of them decide to approach him, he can be found in various places throughout the next week or so, either vegging on the couch each day or earlier in the afternoon, training in the training center.