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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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But she liked his enthusiasm so she kept it up. "Alright, if you have to guess, does she make you think of any particular animals? Kitty cats? Puppy dogs? Dolphins or ponies?"
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The look the zombie shot Harley was a huge you gotta be kidding me. Was that supposed to be advice? R tried to think of anything he could picture as...Julie-esque. It was harder than he thought it'd be, his face scrunching into a frown like he needed a cheat-sheet here.
"I don't...know. Sun...shine?" Okay, so that wasn't an animal. So sue him. At least he had something that wasn't a total blank. "Sun...flowers."
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She was excited at least. But even at Harley speed it took her ten minutes to get back. She dashed back in laughing cheerfully.
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"Mission...accom....accomplished?" He moaned gingerly.
Look, he was a little suspicious about that laugh.
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"There's a shop that sells these things, they dance and bob when there's sun. Whattya think?"
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"That's...amuh...amazing," R didn't even realize he was stuttering, the zombie leaning forward so he could watch the dancing sunflower. He gaped shamelessly. That was one of the coolest things he'd ever seen! "I think...she'd...like it!"
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"You get your handler to take you there and you buy one for her. That'll get you started on your big romantic night!"
Think we can start wrapping up. :) Thanks!
"I'll do...that. Thank...you!" R was tempted to lurch forward and give Harley a big, horribly unsettling corpse hug. For her sake he remembered nah, better not. Not after their last encounter at the Arena. Instead R settled for a grin, baring his teeth.
Happy I could help! Sorry my tags are so slow but I love your R
"Just give it your best Romeo. I'll be keeping my eye on you!" She warned/threatened excitedly giggling at the prospect of a love that could overcome even death.