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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.
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The bird continues to chirp quiet swears at Bro as he's pet and Dave can't help finding the precious moment a little bizarre and hilarious. Admittedly, he sits around doing the same thing, but that doesn't mean he can't smirk when it's Bro.
"Hey, that's Mayor junior you're talking to. Break his neck and I'll kick your ass." He gives his skinny arms a flex before he moves to sit on the edge of his bed, the bird flutters over to perch on his head and groom his hair. "I didn't get it, Clem and Loki said they were getting lunch and they came back with him like smug fuckers." He turns to shoot Bro a dirty look for that comment. "I've been kissing ass trying to get my name back in the good books, asshole. We broke into prison, they aren't just gonna uncuff us because we're a cute little matching set. This shit has fucking stained man."
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An eyebrow shoots up when Dave calls it Mayor junior. Of all the names, he can't help but wonder why that one. But whatever, he'll just quietly judge because he loses the thought when the bird moves away to land on Dave's head. "Fine, leave me," he grunts with a pout. "They all do in the end." Now he wants something cute to call his own, thanks Dave.
"You have weird friends," he says with a shrug, giving Dave's back a nudge with his knee. He sounds amused more than anything. He looks a little unimpressed at the last comment, though. Kissing Capitol ass to try and get in their good graces just seems pointless, when they're all going to get thrown in arenas regardless. "Yeah, so?" He scoffs, realizing they can't actually talk about it so much. He throws his hands up in surrender, shaking his head. "Whatever. You're right, I'd be kissing ass for a cheeseburger right now, too." A beat. "So drop your pants."
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His hackles raise when Bro dismisses him like that, because it really doesn't take much to make him doubt what he's been investing his time in. He tries not to let it show in his expression, but he has his back to him anyway so it doesn't mean a damn thing.
"I don't have any money." He almost hisses that out, but he keeps it cool. "If you want to kiss ass and get a burger your best bet is probably to go find a fry cook and ask him to bend over you creep." He shoots him a dirty look over his shoulder. "Who bumped you off?" Now there's an abrupt subject change.
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It takes all his effort not to cringe visibly. "Wow, you really just go for it, don't you? I mean damn, bushes are made for beating around sometimes, y'know." Bro rolls his eyes, but shrugs. "I dunno." Yes he does, "I was shitfaced and he offed me while I was taking a piss. I didn't see his face." You can bet your ass he watched the tape, though."
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"Classy from start to finish." He observes. "People fight dirtier than day old diaper's here. Takes all the fun out of it, it was a real picnic before that." He continues dryly, giving his bird an affectionate bop on the head when he does.