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thecapitol2013-05-08 01:43 am
xanthous) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-08 01:43 am
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[OPEN]
Who| The Psiioniic, the other trolls, and YOU! It might lean heavily towards trolls, but anyone is welcome to join them!
What| Watching the final week of the Games.
Where| The Training Center common area.
When| Final week!
Warnings/Notes| Trolls everywhere. And also mentions of violence, death, and etc in passing.
It's probably not unusual for people to group together and watch the violence unfolding. The Psiioniic certainly doesn't see why it would be strange, and he looks remarkably unimpressed as a recap plays some especially gory scenes. He seems to be prepared for a crowd, with plates of food nicked from the District 2 suites scattered around him. He even prepared a sign for his little shindig:
Of course, most people won't be able to read the sign, and do you even know how long it took him to find a marker even close to the proper shade of yellow? Too long, that's what. But now he's prepared for the final cullwatch, and ready to spend time with members of his species. And people who might be curious as to what the hell he's scrawled on the sign.
(You would think something like "fiinal cullwatch" is pretty self-explanatory, but you could never be sure with aliens.)
What| Watching the final week of the Games.
Where| The Training Center common area.
When| Final week!
Warnings/Notes| Trolls everywhere. And also mentions of violence, death, and etc in passing.
It's probably not unusual for people to group together and watch the violence unfolding. The Psiioniic certainly doesn't see why it would be strange, and he looks remarkably unimpressed as a recap plays some especially gory scenes. He seems to be prepared for a crowd, with plates of food nicked from the District 2 suites scattered around him. He even prepared a sign for his little shindig:
Of course, most people won't be able to read the sign, and do you even know how long it took him to find a marker even close to the proper shade of yellow? Too long, that's what. But now he's prepared for the final cullwatch, and ready to spend time with members of his species. And people who might be curious as to what the hell he's scrawled on the sign.
(You would think something like "fiinal cullwatch" is pretty self-explanatory, but you could never be sure with aliens.)
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It takes R a couple of seconds – make that long couple of seconds - before something clicks behind his face and he eventually gets what the troll is saying.
“I…should…try that,” R sounds amazed, wishing he could ask for a cheat-sheet in case he forgets and knowing it wouldn’t matter even if he did have one. “You’re…a genius!”
Maybe that’s this guy’s deal. R looks at him and the troll seems like he can’t hold a gun or a swing a machete very well; in fact, he’s so stick-thin it looks like you could push him over just by looking at him wrong. Could be that’s why he’s so smart. It’s all he’s got going for him. R’s impressed all over again. Brains impress him more than brawn, anyway. He’s been shot at and eaten brawn – brawn’s boring, brawn’s predictable and been-there, done-that. A real mind, now. That’s special.
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"It might help you more then you'd think." It's probably for the best he doesn't ask because hey, the Capitol voodoo science didn't extend to understanding the written word.
He squints at R, trying to figure out how someone like him could function in the games. He's slow, physically and mentally, and nothing about him really screams survivor. Maybe he's just here to be cannon fodder or something, the Psiioniic isn't sure.
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R teethes away at the advice and decides he likes it. "I'll...t...try it. Thanks."
It takes him awhile to realize he's being squinted at like he's missing something. The troll's face is hard to read with the blue/red eyes, R guessing he's being looked at but he's not entirely sure, either. He didn't drop a body part on the troll's feet, did he? (R tries to be a ninja and check - nope, he's still good. Thank God). R decides maybe he better say something else. Clear the air. Do anything but awkwardly stare back at that red eye and the little fangs peeking out.
"Other...tips? What's...name?" R starts to work in a "please" there, but it gets stuck in his throat; the only thing that comes out is a strangled little grunt like he choked on it. Jesus, really?
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"You're welcome. Try not to fuck it up."
That's encouraging, right?
His eyebrows are well on their way to his hairline, and he's not sure what, exactly, R is looking for when he looks at their feet. It's pretty much the most obvious thing ever, and the staring hasn't gotten any less unsettling.
"I haven't been around enough to have any." Sweet mother grub what is that noise. He almost wants to laugh at it. "You can call me the Helmthman."
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"Helms...man?" R sounds about as skeptical as the troll looks. "Funk...y name. Job?"
R means that in the nicest way though. First Karis with her "Karis Needleteeth" and now this guy. At least you can't forget a name like "the Helmsman" (is that "the" part of it? Can you drop it or is this troll picky?). R could see himself teething himself down to the gums on that kind of name. With a name like that plus the horns and the eyes, R doesn't think he'll be forgetting the Helmsman anytime soon.
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"You could call it that, I think." You could also call it torture, punishment for crime, slavery, and a whole lot of other things. But he's not going to really get into all of that for R, now.
"And your title ith...?"
That grunting earlier totally couldn't be what he's called. Right?
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"Just...Rr. My name," R says, aware of how pitifully short it sounds compared to The Helmsman. He'd been proud of even getting that much up until now.
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"Oh." He...didn't realize that grunting earlier was supposed to be a name. That's. Oops. He scratches the back of his neck, and his cheek take a decidedly yellow tinge. "Well, R, it'th..." Been nice? He is one of the few people he hasn't wound up butting heads with, but...Nice might be be a stretch.
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The zombie could see Helmsman was searching for what to say as he trailed off. R struggled to think of anything else he could add to push the conversation forward. It's nowhere near this complicated with other zombies: a few grunts and maybe someone's jaw falls off and that's good enough to last weeks. With the Helmsman's crazy eyes and that lisp, R feels pressured to do better than that.
"See...you...around? Nice...meeting..." R pauses, swallows to stall and pick out the word he wants, "...you."
That's how it's supposed to go, right? Right.
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He nods awkwardly. Most of his actions are awkward, but he just...doesn't know how to handle people on a good day. This whole conversation is just making this a weird and confusing day.
"Uh, yeah, thure. Nithe meeting you too, R..."
It's not going to be rude if he just...leaves, is it?