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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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"You want to tell her that you love her." That was just stated, since she already knew the answer to that question. On the one hand, she really had a problem with true love and happily ever after. On the other, it felt wrong to push that onto this weird kid.
"You know what could be nice? Well, I dunno if you can do this, but you could probably find someone to help you write a letter to her. You know, your words, someone else's hand, because, no offense, you don't look like a guy who can hold a pen properly," She gave it a moment. "Or make it legible. She needs to be able to read it."
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"Guh...d point," R said. The zombie looked like he was about to drift away on her, his eyes re-focusing on her face after a long couple of seconds. "Maybe...you could...write for me?"
It seemed like the obvious choice. R's expression had morphed from lost to stupidly hopeful, like if he could just get his words onto paper, they were already halfway there. That was the whole problem, wasn't it? Getting what he wanted to say out so he can start connect with people.
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But this poor hopeful, shuffling, arthritic, can't always say words guy just made her feel bad. At least he was giving that happy ending a shot. Or willing to give it a try. And if she could help with him not ending up completely flat on his face, then she should probably do it.
She hated her sentimental streak. "Sure, kid. Let's pencil in a time, I'm guessing that we might need awhile for it? But if you really want me to, I'll help you write that letter."
Think this would be a good ending place :3a
A love letter. Before he came here, before he met Julie, something like that seemed like it was extinct. Now it was actually going to happen, R looking at his new transcriber and wishing he could hug her without worrying if he'd drop a body part on her.
Sounds good to me!
"I'm in District Eleven, so just ask for Cindy. You know, I'm sort of excited about this now. It'll help you out a lot," Cindy replied, holding her hands behind her back and then started to walk away. Before she fully left, though, she turned around slightly and called back:
"Remember, Cindy with a y!" A wink, and then she was gone.