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[somethingprecious]

Who| Bilbo Baggins & YOU
What| A very lost and confused Hobbit finds his way onto the rooftop.
Where| The Rooftop gardens.
When| 10-16 before the curfew, afternoon.
Warnings/Notes| Sad hobbits, talking about death and other unhappy subjects probably.

The trauma of the Crowning pushed to the back of his mind for now Bilbo took to exploring what he could of the training center. It was easy to go unnoticed by most and he did his best to stay away from the Peacekeepers, their appearance chilling him to the bone with their unearthly armor and weapons. He didn't understand this new world, but deep down he hoped the culture shock would wear off... Out of this horrific nightmare he could at least come away with at least one pleasant experience. Something positive to help swallow down the inevitable terrors he would have to face sooner or later here...

He could hope anyways.

Out on the rooftop he takes a spot next to an anemone bush that overlooks the city. He watches as the sun sets over the city, the buildings looking more like towering, black giants than anything else. In his hands is a red anemone blossom, fingers fidgeting with the petals until they're worn and torn with worry.

Comments

[pimpcanes]

"Your size helps with that, I imagine?" It's not meant as a disparaging comment. Tom's used to traveling with someone who could probably fit the medical definition of a giant, were his immense girth not the product of magic. It makes one more aware of the space that people take up, the way that the gravity of people's attention seems to warp around heavier planets.

He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops and looks around for the gardening tools. "I've seen a few people come up, but it's certainly much quieter. Fewer people nattering on with their idiotic opinions."

[somethingprecious]

He nods slowly. "When I like to be alone, yes." A luxury not afforded to him here he's learned. Oh how he misses his magic ring - turning invisible here would be so useful. The ring he was given back was a pretty fake, but just that. He didn't know what the Capitol would want with a simple magic ring, but his gut feeling told him it was nothing decent or good.

Bilbo looks up at Tom when he says that, curious. "Opinions? Opinions of what?"

[pimpcanes]

"On the Games. On their competition." Tom shrugs and places his hands in his pockets, looking around to see if he can locate the aforementioned tools. Nothing reveals itself here. "Some people take what happens in the ring so personally."

He tilts his head and frees one of his hands to stroke at his goatee. "You're not one of those simpering sensitive types, are you?"