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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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"Looking to romance girls, or one girl in particular?" Peeta asked. He followed R's eyes down to the sketchpad, and he moved a little to the side. "Feel like sitting down?" If he did, Peeta wouldn't mind sharing what he was doodling. It was mostly people and plants, since that was what usually interested him.
"I think I can help a little with that. Or, I'd like to try."
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"One...girl. Julie," R said, as if that one word was enough. "Thanks."
He had to take a minute to figure out where he wanted to start. R had no idea if he was a good judge of artistic talent, but from what he could see of Peeta's sketches, he thought they looked good and interesting and different. Like life, but...not. Hard to explain. R gave up trying to pretend he was some dead art critic, wheezing out a sigh and starting his little interview here as he shifted next to Peeta.
"Want to show...Julie...I like her." Actually, he was pretty sure it was past just liking, but yeah. Easier to start that way. "How?"
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"Hm." This actually might be more difficult then Peeta may have thought. After all, he didn't know how to show Katniss how much he liked her, not until it was assumed the both of them were going to die. He tapped his fingers on his sketchbook.
"You can always tell her, but that's hard to do. I know I couldn't do it," Peeta began. "Do you know what she likes? If you could use something she likes to show her how much you like her, then that might be a good start. And it could be romantic."
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Which was great and all except they already did that when he was stashing her in the airport: Julie was climbing the walls and totally ready to risk dodging her way through the other zombies by the end of those couple of days. R frowned at Peeta, unsure of how to put this, staring without actually blinking, his Dead-colored eyes seeming to look at a point past the human. The only thing he knew was he really, really liked having an ear ready to listen and do something besides grunt back. Felt better than he could ever really get.
"How to make...rrr...romantic?"
Good luck with that one, Peeta. R had asked a hard-hitting question without realizing it, figuring that he'd have all the answers.
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That's not how things worked. The moment always needed to be right. You always had to be alone with her, because you didn't want to be embarrassed in front of everyone else if she told you to get away from her. You couldn't risk something like that, didn't ever want to risk the look on her face when she saw you nearby, watching her before awkwardly looking away.
He really shouldn't be projecting like this. He didn't know quite what sushi was (fish, right?) or pad thai (no idea whatsoever), but R hit him with a question that Peeta had no idea how to answer. "Make it..." He huffed out a laugh.
"I'm not laughing at you, sorry. Romance is... romance is difficult. Especially in this place, because romance is something everyone loves, but there's a million different ways to go about it, you know?" Or maybe he didn't know, but Peeta didn't really know, either. "I don't know. I have some ideas, but I don't know that one thing that makes something romantic." He paused, then gave a sheepish grin.
"Maybe flowers?"
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"What...kind of flowers...?" R thought flowers sounded do-able. A good start that even a zombie could probably work with. That was what he liked about Peeta - he tried to break things down in that patient way of his. "If you...were a...girl?"
Weird question, but today R was on a roll with the weird and the impulsive and actually being motivated enough to move, so he might as well keep it up while he still could. It was one of those things he hadn't thought to fire at all the others, in retrospect. Should've come up with a more specific battle plan. Now he peered at Peeta, his gray eyes looking almost focused enough to pass for human, thinking that it felt...really, really cool to be on the same level with another guy. Another guy with a pulse - not his usual company - who he kept glancing over and wondering if they were friends or if that was further down the line. This seemed like friend territory.
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But flowers... everyone loved flowers, right? Even normal flowers, not just the crazy ones they created in the Capitol. he'd talked about this sort of thing before with a few friends. A few guy friends, anyway. Sort of what to do for a girl, except relationships were a little tough back home. When you're tired, or busy working, or hungry, it was hard to think about anything but getting through the day.
"If I was a girl? I think I would probably like different flowers then other people-- other girls." The pause that he gave was more of a wince on his part, because what was that even? "Not that-- Let me start over? I think there's a tradition in the Capitol where you give someone roses if you like them. But I personally think that maybe it's better to find out what flowers someone likes, and then give them those. Or maybe just their favorite color."
He smiled. "My favorite color is orange, so if I was a girl, I'd be really happy to get a bouquet of some kind of flower that was orange."
Mind if we wrap it up? :3
"Sun...flowers? Do they have...those...here?" R thinks he's onto something with Peeta's help. Roses seem to be pretty big in the Capitol, just like Peeta said, but R can't remember seeing that many sunflowers here. Or dandelions. Or anything considered common or boring if you talk to his Escort who turns her nose up at dandelions. (R's of the mind anything that can grow without being trampled down by zombies is something special). "And...a blue...ribbon."
Coincidentally, a bouquet also something easy enough for a zombie to carry. R likes that Peeta was thoughtful enough to think of something he could manage. Maybe they could go flower shopping together. R could use another eye on this, a fresh, non-decomposed eye to tell him which sunflowers look the best if they can even find any of those here. Worth a shot.
No problem! :D
"Yeah, they have sunflowers here!" Peeta nodded enthusiastically. He'd seen them more in pictures then in person, and he wasn't sure if they were grown normally, or genetically. But he knew they could find some. If they were back in District Twelve, they would find plenty of dandelions.
"Blue ribbons, too. They have those here. Maybe sometime we can go flower shopping together, see what they have around the city?" He sounded excited, but his eyes glanced over to a clock in the corner. "Oh, shoot. I'm sorry, R, I have to go, Effie-- my escort-- she's going to be really upset if I'm late." He got up from where he was sitting, looking down at his sketchbook in his hand. Flipping it open, he pulled out a few of the pages and set them down on R's lap.
"For you. I'll talk to you later, okay?" With that, Peeta left. There were four pages, made of thick drawing paper, so maybe it would be easy to hold for him. A page of flowers, a page of the lobby. A quick sketch of R, and a picture of Julie that he had done when he saw her. He's been doing sketches of all the tributes, but he could always do some again.