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thecapitol2015-07-17 09:21 pm
bravelyplucked) wrote in thecapitol2015-07-17 09:21 pm
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Training and Iguanas
Who | Torin Byrd and you! Parts of the first prompt are specifically geared towards D2 Tributes.
What | Torin burns off a little steam after this last Panem Nightly broadcast and later looks for a lost iguana using the power of samba.
Where | Various, see prompts.
When | The day after the most recent Panem Nightly broadcast.
Warnings/Notes | Reference to heinous acts of fanfiction is probably the worst you're getting here.
[Training Center, OTA but especially D2 Tributes]
Torin Byrd is not a happy man today. Not by a long shot. Not when his niece Felicity has gotten onto Panem Nightly once more for this fanfiction drivel. And it wasn't just a namedrop, oh no, it was what was essentially an interview and gave her all manner of "interesting" titles...
He'd like to protect his niece from the cesspit that is the Capitol media, but she's not listening to him, he really has no idea to handle this, and it's not like he has any parental authority anyway since he's only an uncle. Still, his failure to stop this--as though it could be stopped--rankles, and he's in a foul mood today. It's not often that he spends a lot of time working out himself; he prefers to spend most of his efforts on his Tributes. But today, the bulk of his attention is focused on a very unlucky training dummy. He is quite literally kicking this dummy around, favoring powerful kicks to work out his aggression.
But if you're a District 2 Tribute, well, that's different. He'll stop his pummeling of the training dummy and approach, looking thoughtful. "How would you care for a little spar? Just to see where your skills are, of course." He can't really use his right arm. How rough could a spar with him be? "The practice swords are right over there."
[Around the Tribute Center, OTA]
So, a few months ago, when his sister and Felicity threw that Warlock of Om themed party as a sponsor appreciation thing, one of the sponsors in question had seen fit to gift Torin with an iguana to play a live version of one of the Warlock's signature winged lizards. This iguana thankfully was only wearing a little winged vest and did not have actual wings, but the result was still that Torin was now in charge of a live animal for the first time in a very long time. He didn't want that sort of attachment again, but he couldn't just abandon the poor creature. It's not like the iguana asked to be given as a gift. And so King, as the iguana came to be called, took up quiet residence in Torin's apartment. But unfortunately for Torin, that quiet residence was sometimes interrupted by a certain iguana getting out of his cage and going exploring. Like now.
"Come on, King, this is getting ridiculous..." And so, a stone-faced Torin is wordlessly walking through various areas of the suites, holding out a phone that is happily playing a recording of some samba music. Once he's found a piece of furniture the creature might be hiding behind or underneath, he'll crouch there, crank the music up, and wait.
He knows exactly how this looks. This looks stupid. Perhaps not unlike he's lost his mind. But it's got to be done--King the Iguana really loves this sort of music for whatever bizarre reason drives iguanas to love things, and Torin needs to coax the creature out from there somehow.
What | Torin burns off a little steam after this last Panem Nightly broadcast and later looks for a lost iguana using the power of samba.
Where | Various, see prompts.
When | The day after the most recent Panem Nightly broadcast.
Warnings/Notes | Reference to heinous acts of fanfiction is probably the worst you're getting here.
[Training Center, OTA but especially D2 Tributes]
Torin Byrd is not a happy man today. Not by a long shot. Not when his niece Felicity has gotten onto Panem Nightly once more for this fanfiction drivel. And it wasn't just a namedrop, oh no, it was what was essentially an interview and gave her all manner of "interesting" titles...
He'd like to protect his niece from the cesspit that is the Capitol media, but she's not listening to him, he really has no idea to handle this, and it's not like he has any parental authority anyway since he's only an uncle. Still, his failure to stop this--as though it could be stopped--rankles, and he's in a foul mood today. It's not often that he spends a lot of time working out himself; he prefers to spend most of his efforts on his Tributes. But today, the bulk of his attention is focused on a very unlucky training dummy. He is quite literally kicking this dummy around, favoring powerful kicks to work out his aggression.
But if you're a District 2 Tribute, well, that's different. He'll stop his pummeling of the training dummy and approach, looking thoughtful. "How would you care for a little spar? Just to see where your skills are, of course." He can't really use his right arm. How rough could a spar with him be? "The practice swords are right over there."
[Around the Tribute Center, OTA]
So, a few months ago, when his sister and Felicity threw that Warlock of Om themed party as a sponsor appreciation thing, one of the sponsors in question had seen fit to gift Torin with an iguana to play a live version of one of the Warlock's signature winged lizards. This iguana thankfully was only wearing a little winged vest and did not have actual wings, but the result was still that Torin was now in charge of a live animal for the first time in a very long time. He didn't want that sort of attachment again, but he couldn't just abandon the poor creature. It's not like the iguana asked to be given as a gift. And so King, as the iguana came to be called, took up quiet residence in Torin's apartment. But unfortunately for Torin, that quiet residence was sometimes interrupted by a certain iguana getting out of his cage and going exploring. Like now.
"Come on, King, this is getting ridiculous..." And so, a stone-faced Torin is wordlessly walking through various areas of the suites, holding out a phone that is happily playing a recording of some samba music. Once he's found a piece of furniture the creature might be hiding behind or underneath, he'll crouch there, crank the music up, and wait.
He knows exactly how this looks. This looks stupid. Perhaps not unlike he's lost his mind. But it's got to be done--King the Iguana really loves this sort of music for whatever bizarre reason drives iguanas to love things, and Torin needs to coax the creature out from there somehow.