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thecapitol2013-05-20 05:07 pm
shambler) wrote in thecapitol2013-05-20 05:07 pm
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Looking for Love [OPEN]
Who| R [OPEN]
What| R takes it upon himself to ask for dating advice from whoever he bumps into (sometimes literally). This can be from advice to how to be the most romantic Romeo ever to the downright awful. To make intros easier, we can handwave R introducing himself and assume he’s already corraled them into this if you like.
Where|| Around the Training Center, the Tribute Tower, and the Speakeasy. Possibly the park.
When| | Before the Victor Crowning
Warnings/Notes|| Nothing so far.
R’s on a mission to acquire intel for How to Date; Revised for Zombies.
Oh, and for scrawny little guys like Howard. Although if you asked him, personally R believes Howard’s already got one step in the door just because he’s got a working heart. Don’t tell Howard he thought that.
The point is R’s motivated. It’s almost unicorn rare to know what he wants and how to get it. Motivation doesn’t come easy to zombies, R feeling the strain raking its claws across his brain folds as he takes his first stumbling step into today. His Escort turns to stare while she primps her hair, surprised that he’s going out on his own instead of having to be herded. He even remembers to groan something about “…prac-tice…for…Games”, just like the Helmsman coached him to, and R almost thinks that’s a mistake when his Escort’s face lights up. He made her day. She almost looks like she wants to drop everything, come along as if she knows how to tie nooses any better than he does. Luckily she settles for waving him good luck, so pleased she’d radiate sunshine if she could.
He lurches off before she changes her mind.
R’s mission is a multi-stage attack:
1). Find someone, anyone with a pulse.
2). Grill them on romance.
3). Hoard the advice.
4). …He’s still working on the next step. R’s lucky he got this far, to be totally honest.
For now R roams, a tall swaying zombie with a muzzle and a bad habit bumping his way into friends and strangers and wrangling them into his quest.
What| R takes it upon himself to ask for dating advice from whoever he bumps into (sometimes literally). This can be from advice to how to be the most romantic Romeo ever to the downright awful. To make intros easier, we can handwave R introducing himself and assume he’s already corraled them into this if you like.
Where|| Around the Training Center, the Tribute Tower, and the Speakeasy. Possibly the park.
When| | Before the Victor Crowning
Warnings/Notes|| Nothing so far.
R’s on a mission to acquire intel for How to Date; Revised for Zombies.
Oh, and for scrawny little guys like Howard. Although if you asked him, personally R believes Howard’s already got one step in the door just because he’s got a working heart. Don’t tell Howard he thought that.
The point is R’s motivated. It’s almost unicorn rare to know what he wants and how to get it. Motivation doesn’t come easy to zombies, R feeling the strain raking its claws across his brain folds as he takes his first stumbling step into today. His Escort turns to stare while she primps her hair, surprised that he’s going out on his own instead of having to be herded. He even remembers to groan something about “…prac-tice…for…Games”, just like the Helmsman coached him to, and R almost thinks that’s a mistake when his Escort’s face lights up. He made her day. She almost looks like she wants to drop everything, come along as if she knows how to tie nooses any better than he does. Luckily she settles for waving him good luck, so pleased she’d radiate sunshine if she could.
He lurches off before she changes her mind.
R’s mission is a multi-stage attack:
1). Find someone, anyone with a pulse.
2). Grill them on romance.
3). Hoard the advice.
4). …He’s still working on the next step. R’s lucky he got this far, to be totally honest.
For now R roams, a tall swaying zombie with a muzzle and a bad habit bumping his way into friends and strangers and wrangling them into his quest.
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"It'th troll relationthipth." And R is obviously not a troll. If he was, he would have been killed a long time ago. Or rekilled, as the case may be. "Tho it might help? But humanth don't really theem to underthtand trollth."
Which is true. After all, the Capitol thinks they're fashionable, even though trolls hate fashion. Then again, it doesn't seem like they really care about what their society is actually like, they just enjoy things that are new. But whatever, it's still irritating.
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"Still...love...though? In...the end?"
The troll was right - R really wouldn't understand anything that complex. Even the feeling he got whenever he thought of Julie was so much more complicated than anything he was used to. One moment he thought he understood it and then the next, it was like having two left feet and his chest feeling like it wanted to explode from the inside out and the funny thing was he wouldn't even mind if it did.
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"Halfway, at leatht." He waves a hand. "Quadrantth meanth four, but...I think one might be pretty thimilar."
He squints at R, giving him a once over. "What kind of advithe do you need?"
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"Trying to...ask Ju...lie out. A...date? Show that I think...I love her."
It comes out in a rush (make that relative rush, because he's still a corpse), R looking hopefully at Helmsman's red eye once he finishes moaning. With the great advice from last time actually working, R trusts the troll to do just as good this time around too.
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But. He can at least try helping R.
"Well," he starts, testing the water. "How do humans typically thhow affection? What kind of gifts are the motht from the bloodputhher?"
There's a pause. Humans tended towards highblood vocabulary, and as much as it pains him to use their ridiculous words... "From the heart, I think you'd thay."
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The shrug R gives Helmsman is unsure, even for him.
"Um..." R trails off, really trying to help Helmsman help him here. "Hugs...and...kisses? Spending....time together. Can't...remember...kinds of...gifts."
That much R knows about. He falls silent for a moment, still wheezing around the last words and feeling like his brain ran a marathon.
"How...do you show...it?" R throws that question back at Helmsman, half because he needs to stall so he can take a break and half because maybe he can pick the troll's brain for any personal experiences.