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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.
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.