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thecapitol2015-05-17 04:10 pm
furgood) wrote in thecapitol2015-05-17 04:10 pm
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So hold my hand | OPEN
Who| Meulin, Kurloz; Open!
What| Meulin ogles some Tributes and reunites with an old friend
Where| Tribute Commons
When| May 16th
Warnings/Notes| None right now
A] Main Commons; OPEN
Meulin had taken extra care in dressing this evening. Her skirt was a shimmering teal that clung to her legs, ending just above her knee. Her top was a soft gold muted gold, matte to make her skirt shine. Twin shell combs pulled her hair back from her face and drapped gold chains over the back of her hair. Gold bracelets connected to rings on her fingers. She wasn't ashamed of coming from a District, even if people saw it as lesser, but it would probably be troublesome if no one took her seriously. So it was best to dress the part, even if she wasn't going to a party.
She'd come far earlier than he'd suggested, eager to see the Tributes and perhaps speak with a few if she could. This was more reconnaissance than actually seeking out tributes for interviews but she wouldn't say no. Opportunities didn't just fall in ones lap but it could happen. Maybe.
After judicial thought as to the proper place to watch the elevator, she settled on a couch near the bar. It handily preventing her from walking too far in the too high heels her cousin had foisted on her and well, the view couldn't be beat. She'd never been to the Tower and it didn't disappoint. What a strange sort of place, full of people. Sponsors, she's sure, and several people she recognized from broadcasts and magazines. None came to speak to her but she wasn't surprised. These were all a level above her, a lowly writer, so she wouldn't expect to speak to them. It give her plenty of time and space to mull over a drink and think about the the past few days.
When someone caught her attention, she watched them, trying for subtle but often just staring. She's got a bit to learn about this people watching thing.
B] Main Commons; Closed to Kurloz
At some point, she'd moved to the bar, having decided blatantly staring at people wasn't the best way to make friends. Perched on a bar stool and She'd had much to think about after they had said their goodbyes on the network. Most of it had to do with her apparent status as an alternate to two separate trolls, one of whom had been here before. With each troll that had spoke to her, the likelihood that they were all separately lying became smaller and smaller. Though Terezi hadn't mentioned it all and wasn't she friends with her alter. She laced her fingers together and set her chin on them. And then there was how Kurloz never spoke, never even whispered. Not that she could have heard him if he had, but it certainly felt like he didn't. But he wanted to see her, spoke of her in the same way, like it never happened.
Her gaze slid towards the elevator and back to her drink, smiling faintly. Things could be worse. Much worse. Her eyes closed, only springing back open when the click of shoes on the floor stopped nearby.
What| Meulin ogles some Tributes and reunites with an old friend
Where| Tribute Commons
When| May 16th
Warnings/Notes| None right now
A] Main Commons; OPEN
Meulin had taken extra care in dressing this evening. Her skirt was a shimmering teal that clung to her legs, ending just above her knee. Her top was a soft gold muted gold, matte to make her skirt shine. Twin shell combs pulled her hair back from her face and drapped gold chains over the back of her hair. Gold bracelets connected to rings on her fingers. She wasn't ashamed of coming from a District, even if people saw it as lesser, but it would probably be troublesome if no one took her seriously. So it was best to dress the part, even if she wasn't going to a party.
She'd come far earlier than he'd suggested, eager to see the Tributes and perhaps speak with a few if she could. This was more reconnaissance than actually seeking out tributes for interviews but she wouldn't say no. Opportunities didn't just fall in ones lap but it could happen. Maybe.
After judicial thought as to the proper place to watch the elevator, she settled on a couch near the bar. It handily preventing her from walking too far in the too high heels her cousin had foisted on her and well, the view couldn't be beat. She'd never been to the Tower and it didn't disappoint. What a strange sort of place, full of people. Sponsors, she's sure, and several people she recognized from broadcasts and magazines. None came to speak to her but she wasn't surprised. These were all a level above her, a lowly writer, so she wouldn't expect to speak to them. It give her plenty of time and space to mull over a drink and think about the the past few days.
When someone caught her attention, she watched them, trying for subtle but often just staring. She's got a bit to learn about this people watching thing.
B] Main Commons; Closed to Kurloz
At some point, she'd moved to the bar, having decided blatantly staring at people wasn't the best way to make friends. Perched on a bar stool and She'd had much to think about after they had said their goodbyes on the network. Most of it had to do with her apparent status as an alternate to two separate trolls, one of whom had been here before. With each troll that had spoke to her, the likelihood that they were all separately lying became smaller and smaller. Though Terezi hadn't mentioned it all and wasn't she friends with her alter. She laced her fingers together and set her chin on them. And then there was how Kurloz never spoke, never even whispered. Not that she could have heard him if he had, but it certainly felt like he didn't. But he wanted to see her, spoke of her in the same way, like it never happened.
Her gaze slid towards the elevator and back to her drink, smiling faintly. Things could be worse. Much worse. Her eyes closed, only springing back open when the click of shoes on the floor stopped nearby.
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SORT OF
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4ND 4LSO WH3N W3 G3T OLD3R OUR SK1N G3TS TH1NN3R
K1ND OF L1K3 HUM4NS
4ND OUR BLOOD HU3 1S 4 L1TTL3 MOR3 NOT1C34BL3
BUT 1 W1LL T4K3 MY V1CTORY OF WH4T3V3R TH1S 1S
1 W1LL T4K3 1T 4ND LORD 1T OV3R YOU
B3C4US3 TROLLS 4R3 OBJ3CT1V3LY 4 B3TT3R SP3C13S 4LL 4ROUND
Terezi finishes up handing that statement over to Meulin with a cheeky grin, as if to say that there's no way she can possibly refute that with her silly human logic.
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Hardly true!
Humans are meowch better obviously!
Fur instance, we have fruit smoothies and things like that!
And colored pens.
And
...
Lots of stuff! Plus we come in hair, eye and skin color variations!