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thecapitol2014-11-12 05:40 pm
ruffntumblenut) wrote in thecapitol2014-11-12 05:40 pm
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ush little Viking, don't you cry, or the Berserker will stab you in the eye...
Who: Ruffnut and you!
What: Ruffnut has come to the realization that this place blows.
Where: A cold, dark, wet alley in the Capitol
When: late afternoon after the mini-arena
Warnings: Only the usual about the hunger games so far.
Vikings were highly emotional people.
This contrasted nicely with them insisting that they were not in fact emotional.
While it was perfectly acceptable on Berk to be happy, or angry, and all manners of loud it was typically frowned upon to mope, And while lamenting a loss or two was acceptable it still wasn't easy to do,
Ruffnut and her brother in particular did not like to mope in public and as such had both simultaneously but independant of one another discovered the magic of the dark soggy alone place.
In the dark soggy alone place no one could see if you let the occasional tear out, and sobs may be stifled in peace because you were alone. Ruffnut had never really considered her life difficult before because despite how many hardships Berk had faced? They were vikings! Living hard was part of their lifestyle.
So being completely unable to cope with the swirling emotions of failure and hopelessness in her, she had set out to find a new dark, soggy alone place. This quest had taken her away from the Training Center to the darker corners of the city till an appropriately dark and ominous alley opened up to her.
With a Chinese restaurant on one side and a bathhouse on the other this alley was everything a soggy, dark alone place could be. The only difference between this and her cave back home was no roof. She could still see the sky turning an orange as the sun set somewhere out of sight.
She was so depressed she had even let her stylists dress her up nice. Clean hair in neat braids, the latest style of jeans and a fashionable dark green leather jacket that counter balanced some of the chill of the wind whistling through the dark soggy alone place.
Wallowing in her misery Ruffnut may lose track of time and miss curfew at this rate. But she finds it difficult to care.
Gazing idly down into a puddle as she sits on the ground with her back to the wall for a moment she sees her brother in the reflection. Scowling she swats at the water and he vanishes into the ripples.
What: Ruffnut has come to the realization that this place blows.
Where: A cold, dark, wet alley in the Capitol
When: late afternoon after the mini-arena
Warnings: Only the usual about the hunger games so far.
Vikings were highly emotional people.
This contrasted nicely with them insisting that they were not in fact emotional.
While it was perfectly acceptable on Berk to be happy, or angry, and all manners of loud it was typically frowned upon to mope, And while lamenting a loss or two was acceptable it still wasn't easy to do,
Ruffnut and her brother in particular did not like to mope in public and as such had both simultaneously but independant of one another discovered the magic of the dark soggy alone place.
In the dark soggy alone place no one could see if you let the occasional tear out, and sobs may be stifled in peace because you were alone. Ruffnut had never really considered her life difficult before because despite how many hardships Berk had faced? They were vikings! Living hard was part of their lifestyle.
So being completely unable to cope with the swirling emotions of failure and hopelessness in her, she had set out to find a new dark, soggy alone place. This quest had taken her away from the Training Center to the darker corners of the city till an appropriately dark and ominous alley opened up to her.
With a Chinese restaurant on one side and a bathhouse on the other this alley was everything a soggy, dark alone place could be. The only difference between this and her cave back home was no roof. She could still see the sky turning an orange as the sun set somewhere out of sight.
She was so depressed she had even let her stylists dress her up nice. Clean hair in neat braids, the latest style of jeans and a fashionable dark green leather jacket that counter balanced some of the chill of the wind whistling through the dark soggy alone place.
Wallowing in her misery Ruffnut may lose track of time and miss curfew at this rate. But she finds it difficult to care.
Gazing idly down into a puddle as she sits on the ground with her back to the wall for a moment she sees her brother in the reflection. Scowling she swats at the water and he vanishes into the ripples.
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